"I don't want to live [this] way, reading into every word you say."

I'm slightly obsessed with this song. BUT! I like this version even better. I may or may not have listened to her new CD, "Human Again" a bazillion times this week. (Okay, maybe not that many. But it was really something like 34, if my car is keeping track correctly.) Especially this song.


I love music. Especially when it means something.

Simple enough.

Three terms down, and one to go. Words cannot even begin to express how excited I am to be out of high school. But at the same time, I'm ready to just have fun these last 10 weeks of school, because they really are our last shot at doing anything memorable.


Tomorrow is the Sterling Scholar final awards ceremony. I'm nervous, but I know I did my best and whatever happens, happens.

Thursday, we play Alta in lacrosse, and I have to miss it. Not a happy camper about that, but duty calls?
Friday, my best friend and I are hosting the Mr. Dart Pageant at Davis. It's basically the biggest joke of a fundraiser in the world, but it'll be fun. And it's my first Friday off work since October, so it better be an adventure of some sort.This picture came up on my Pinterest the other day, and I just liked the idea of it. I've never been one to say "no" to risks, and this summer is really the last time we have to be reckless and immature before we hit the real world. You can bet that I'll be doing a whole bunch of stuff for the first time, and checking things off my bucket list everyday. It'll all be documented as well, don't worry.

Tangent time. There's a tumblr that I follow that's called "Boys Who." So in YW a few weeks ago, we made our own lists of "Boys Who" qualities. It got me thinking about the little things, rather than the bread-and-butter answers that we give in Sunday School. What do I really want in a boyfriend/husband/best friend?

I want a boy who will play with my hair, and give me advice on what to wear. A boy who will tease me relentlessly, and then make it up to me. I want a boy who is plenty taller than me, and has to pick me up to hug me. A boy who will make me feel better when I'm sick, and who knows my favorite foods better than I do. I want a boy who isn't afraid to show me off, and who will write me letters like "The Wednesday Letters." I want a boy who is good with kids, and who's family makes me feel like a part of theirs. A boy who will be honest with me, and will play immature games with me. I want a boy who can hold his own in an argument, and knows his material. A boy who is athletic (preferably hockey playing,) and will make me laugh. I want a boy who is intelligent, and can help me study. A boy who dresses well, and can give me advice on whatever I may need. I want a boy who will give me an honest opinion on something, and lets me come to their games. A boy who will share his jackets with me, and let me control the music in the car. I want a boy who can cook, and will listen to my mindless ramblings.

Really, all I want is someone who knows me. And who loves me.

At a loss.

You know those people that are constantly battling you for the right to be right? The people that don't ever let you get a word in edgewise, and you can never win? They're driving me crazy lately.

I'm worth more than your condescending know-it-all attitudes, I really am. I'm more important than your need for attention. I'm done with the arguing, and the constant battle for the top spot. We're all equal my dear, get that through your pretty little head.

And when it comes to all of your little dramas, your life isn't that hard. And....

It's been a long time.

I'm not that great at this whole regular blogging thing. But I thought I'd post some highlights of life lately.

First of all, Sterling Scholar is over. Now I just have to wait until the 21st to find out how far I really made it.

Second, I got a Twitter. :/ I caved. Follow me @smash717

Third, I discovered that I really have no life. Between school, work, and lacrosse, I do nothing with my life. Lunch and Friday nights are the only times I see my friends.

This right here is my best friend. Sometimes, we sit in the back of a large van while our couple friends are having fun and Christian and Tyson are arguing. And if I'm really lucky, she falls in between the seats and gets stuck. Just long enough for me to take a picture and broadcast it to every social media site known to the free world. She's great. I guess I'll keep her.

I've always hated Valentine's Day. Like woken up and vowed to never celebrate it, hated it. The last couple haven't been that bad, I guess. But this year? I was at school form 6 am to 3 pm, I had practice from 3:30 to 5:30 and I worked from 5:45 to 10. It was probably the longest day of my life, and I was in an awful mood. But when I got home, there was this pretty bouquet on my table, and a sweet note with it. I guess boys aren't all that bad.:)

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