La La La La La Love

"Just hold on to those feelings and don't let them go. Because when your heart stops pounding and your gut stops hurting it is a whole new kind of pain."
                                         - Meagan Hansen

Best friends are great for advice on love. I guess that's what they call it.

 That's right, I think I might be in love, with a REAL LIFE BOY! Its weird I know. You know when you think about that one person and you get the biggest butterflies in your stomach and then the biggest grin spreads across you face. Well it happens on a daily basis now. I guess they call love.

Thoughts

I cant sleep. Thoughts keep popping into my mind. Nights like these are the best. That wasn't sarcasm, it was from the heart. I just keep thinking. My eyes burn from all the tears I've let roll down my cheeks today. I just keep thinking. We won today. It was the best feeling ever. We became a team this week. I just keep thinking. I couldn't imagine having to witness something like that.  I wonder how they are doing it. Hope. They have hope. I just keep thinking. I need my brother to come home tonight. he might only be gone for the night, but I need him. I just keep thinking.

"It's a beautiful knot that we just can't undo."

All I Want For Christmas...

is a 64 box of crayons, and some coloring books.

Walk, Jog, RUN

Winter, please come sooner. I'm ready for romantic walks with him myself of course, because he's only mine in my dreams. I'm ready for the snow to gently kiss my cheeks as it falls to the ground. I'm ready to build the first snowman of the season. I'm ready to drive around the town and see all the beautiful Christmas lights. I'm ready to be bundled up in 16 different layers just so I can stay warm. I'm ready for Starbucks' holiday hot chocolate. I'm ready to go ice skating. I'm ready to be one year older. I'm ready to try and bring joy to people over the holidays. I'm ready to go caroling. I'm ready to decorate my tree and my room and my house. I'm ready to have two whole weeks off of school. I'm ready to read The Christmas Jar. I'm ready to talk with my brother who's voice I haven't heard in six months and my sisters voice who I haven't heard in three. I'm ready to eat so much food and take long naps. I'm ready to play real life basketball games.I'm ready to watch wrestling. I'm ready to go home. I'm ready for things to change, and things to start over new.

Winter, please hurry!

"God's Great, Milk's Good, and People Are... SILLY"

This week hasn't been the best thing ever. I've been quite the cranky pants, so thanks to all of you that listened to me tell you about all my problems.

What have I learned?

  I need as much sleep as a three year old (which is like 12 hours), but I'm getting as much as a college kid cramming the night before a big test (which is like maybe 2 hours). Why might this be the case? Well, let me tell you about this little thing called HIGH SCHOOL. My teachers love me so much that they decided the week that basketball started they were going to throw some really hard material at their students. How rude! So, instead of going to bed right after I get home from practice, I do about four hours of homework and then eat some food and then I go to bed. It's quite the life. 

 Sometimes it better to not have friends, or to be friends with only four year olds. You cant let other people bring you down. Stand up for yourself. If people don't treat you right say "adios amigos" and then walk away. Don't bad mouth them, just don't put up with the crap the are handing out. Find the friends that are real, if they end up being children under the age of five it's okay because five year olds are pretty cool.

 Chocolate milk right after a work out is the best thing that has ever happened to anyone on this planet. Do I need to say anything more? I've gone through at least a gallon of milk in the last five days and this is coming from a girl who normally only drinks about a gallon of milk a year. I'm addicted. 

 I HATE Bunko. Don't make me play it, or I might eat you. I only came because I feel bad when I skip because I am in the presidency. But lucky you I wont be back for the next four months because I have basketball. Don't worry about me, just let me do my own thing. Just to clear things up I don't play Bunko every week. We just happened to be doing it as an activity.
 It's time for me to move. I cant stand it here anymore. It's not where I belong and I know it. Tri-Town can try it's hardest to be my home but it never will be. My home is 90 miles north of here. To bad my home has nothing to offer me or my family, other than that's where all of my other family lives. I need to get out of here. A change of scenery would be great about now. 

 When your coach grounds you, listen to her. Its true, the only thing I'm allowed to do is play basketball and do my homework. I've been given a five hour weekend limit (not really, but kind of) and I'm not allowed to do too much over Thanksgiving break and Christmas break. The best way to put it is if I'm not playing basketball, I'm doing homework. If I'm not doing homework, then I'm playing basketball. And if I'm doing none of those I'm too dang tired to do anything else so I am sleeping. Welcome to basketball season!

 Tape ankles, braces suck. See, as a basketball player I'm lucky enough to have terrible ankles. So therefore I have to wear a brace every time I do something active. But I learned his week that tape is the best thing in the whole wide world, and it's a lot of fun to cut it off with the "shark". Oh, and heating injuries feels wonderful. I have a lot of problems. Right now I have two bad ankles, a bad knee and a messed up calf, just thought you wanted to know about all my injuries. The bruise count is up to 17 from the last three days. Again, welcome to basketball.

 Sometimes boys a certain boy "accidentally" holds my hand. It makes me really happy, even though it only lasts for 4 seconds. Its the thought that counts. He has nice hands in case you're wondering, they're really soft too. 

 I like to paint my finger nails. I haven't painted them in like five years and they look so stinkin' good. Now if only I could paint them and make them look good a;; by myself.

 I cry a lot. I'm an emotional person. Enough tears to fill 50 milk jugs have probably (or should have) escaped from my eyes. I didn't know it was possible to let that many tiny drops of water come pouring down  your face, but it is. 

Why, Why, Why

At ten o'clock at night when I get bored I do dumb things like make a twitter account and then decide I should maybe go to bed.

Have a Laugh

In honor of the Elections I figured I could share a couple videos. They're pretty funny so try not to wet your pants.

I hope these made you laugh out loud. If you're wondering this is what my sixth hour class does everyday.

"Ugly Pants" and the Most talented 13 Year Old You've Ever Seen

I've just spent two hours watching X Factor clips on youtube. Who does that? This is what happens when I have no homework and am texting all my friends. Google just told me that texting wasn't a word. Mind blown.

She's my favorite. I hope she wins.

I really want to wear my "ugly pants" to school tomorrow because they are so wonderful, but my Mom told me that they aren't very cute and that I shouldn't wear them so I'm not going to. I bought them at target and they are so great you would die (maybe from laughing but hey I think they are totally awesome.)

What I would look like if the picture was taken in the 40's.

 

What my pants look like in real life.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Most days I don't know what to write... so I don't. But today I'm going to ramble because I cant think of anything witty to say.

I started reading Harry Potter for the first time in my whole life. It's great but I'm only three and a half chapters into it.

Last night was Cameron's last high school football game. He cried, his friends cried, I cried, my mom cried, lets just say last nigh was pretty emotional.


I've been taking/editing pictures galore. It's a good thing I like my brother's friends.

Wearing leggings to bed is the best. I'm never going back to pants, ever.

Taylor Swift is the only person I've been listening to for the last week and a half. She's great.

Basketball starts in a week. I've never been more anxious to play before in my life, and I got some pretty fly shoes.

I've decided that I'm not getting married till I'm at least 24 and I'm going to get my teaching degree and travel the world. Maybe I'll end up in some really cool country.

I love this kid, and his mullet. It's hard to believe he turned eighteen this week. I just want him to stay at home forever.

She didn't know what to think. Leading her on and then kissing another girl didn't help the problem. What was she going to do now. They told her to forget, but she couldn't. Every time he passed her in the hallway she couldn't help but to look at him and wonder what he was doing to her heart. He noticed her and gave her a skeptical look and then smiled the most charming smile she had ever seen. Didn't he know she was trying to forget everything that had ever happen between them. As the days went on she avoided him and his beautiful blue eyes, it took all the strength she had to go the long way to class to make sure that she wouldn't see him. The memories were slowly forgotten. Just like she thought she had wanted. She was finally able to just focus on school and basketball like she had planned, but she missed him. She longed for the memories to come flooding back but they wouldn't.

She went what felt like months without seeing his sparkling blue eyes or his charming smile. She told herself she didn't need him right now. She was fine, or so she thought. But he thought differently. He wanted all those moments they shared to happen again. He made it his goal to figure out the way she walked to class and then make it work so he could pass by her everyday. She noticed him every once in a while and thought nothing of it until the night of the big rival football game when he took off his helmet and stood right in front of her and gazed into her dark brown eyes. She noticed him standing there and decided she couldn't take it anymore. She left and hoped he would get the hint that she wanted nothing to do with him. Lucky for her, he didn't. He caught up to her at school and grabbed her by the arm. Taken by surprise she whipped her body around wondering who was there. She turned and there he was standing right in front of her. The memories flooded back and she looked at him in awe. "You've sure been hard to find, where have you been" he said lovingly. With a smile she said "anywhere you haven't."  He laugh "I noticed, it must have taken a lot of work to keep your distance." " You have no idea" she laughed.  

Disney Goes Gangster

Sometimes I listen to rap, like right before a basketball game because it makes me mad and pumps me up. I only like maybe two songs until I heard Under The Sea by Timeflies Tuesday, and now I like three. 

Don't listen to their other songs. They're naughty.

Superman

Have you ever heard the song Superman by Five for Fighting? Well it sums up my last two years completely. The lyrics go something like this:

I can't stand to fly 
I'm not that naive 
I'm just out to find 
The better part of me 

I'm more than a bird... I'm more than a plane 
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train 
And it's not easy to be me 

I wish that I could cry 
Fall upon my knees 
Find a way to lie 
About a home I'll never see 

It may sound absurd... but don't be naive 
Even heroes have the right to bleed 
I may be disturbed... but won't you concede 
Even heroes have the right to dream 
And it's not easy to be me  
Up, up and away... away from me 
Well it's all right... you can all sleep sound tonight 
I'm not crazy... or anything... 

I can't stand to fly 
I'm not that naive 
Men weren't meant to ride 
With clouds between their knees 

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet 
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street 
Only a man in a funny red sheet 
Looking for special things inside of me 
Inside of me 
Inside of me 
Yeah, inside of me 
Inside of me 

I'm only a man 
In a funny red sheet 
I'm only a man 
Looking for a dream 

I'm only a man 
In a funny red sheet 
And it's not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm... 

It's not easy to be me

Dear Boy

They say girls are confusing, but I think trying to figure out a boy is even harder.
According to everyone I know I'm still to young to like boys. Guys I'm fifteen I think I can handle those creatures we call boys. I have four brothers, I know how teenage boys are so you don't need to worry about me. That leads me to this:

Dear Boy,
 What is going on? I'm so confused. On Thursday in basketball you subbed out right after me. You never sub out, and in this game you subbed twice. That NEVER happens. Then you came and stood by me. Don't think i didn't notice you looking at me. In the hallways we always make eye contact. During the football game on Friday we made eye contact more than five times, and you were playing. Don't be hurt if I don't smile back, life's kicking my trash right now. School stresses me out sometimes. You're smiles make me happy, they really do. I don't know what to do? But I think I'm falling for you?

Homecoming...

it makes for good facebook. That's all I have to say.

Meet Eli

                             



                                                                    






He stole my heart about a month ago when I got to meet him. Can't you tell we're related?

This Fine Day

You've never been the one person I can't seem to get out of my head. Honestly you've never been there before. We were just on the same basketball team in P.E. I told you what drives me crazy during  basketball games, so when the teams got switched you made sure to do just that. Then I got subbed out, so you made sure to make me laugh from the sideline. We're just friends so I thought nothing of it. Today was a day of firsts for me. We jogged together today, for the record I won. Then during the three-on-three tournament today we made eye contact a few times. I thought nothing of it. But when you passed me in the hall and I noticed you looking at me and then when our eyes locked for those few split seconds and time stood still, you better believe that I started to think. Remember how you've never taken a trip inside my head, today that all changed today.
"We're just friends", she whispered. "Just friends."

Grateful

I'm grateful for the boys who know how to treat a girl right. When other boys treat her like dirt, they look at her and say everything is going to be okay and make her forget about what just happened.


I'm grateful for the friends who, when I was embarrassed and felt like a fool, went over to a boy and told him    treating a girl like that was wrong and disrespectful. Also for the ones who, when I was scarred that people would think that I was dirty person for what he did to me, told me that everything was going to be okay, and then made up a funny signal to notify everyone if any of those boys were coming by.


I'm grateful for the apology that was given to me after he had been bet to treat me wrong.


I'm grateful for the apologetic look I got from one of my brothers good friends who was one of the boys who bet the guy.


I'm grateful for the boy that came over to me after this all had happened and told me that he knew how it felt and was there to talk.

I'm grateful for all the people that saw what he did to me and did not judge me. I promise I'm not like that at all.


 Boys: Believe it or not girls don't like to be treated like trash, and when you do treat them like trash they feel like their world is coming to an end. They don't like to be seen as trash especially when they are not. Just treat them right, that's all they want I promise.


Girls: Stand up for yourself. If he treats you like trash, he doesn't deserve you. If you have no idea who he is make it clear that  doing things like that is rude. Tell it to him like it really is. I promise you can make it through it. Just breathe and try to forget. Let your friends help you, it helps make it better. Without my friends I would have probably broken down and cried my eyes out. You can do it.


This might be a little extreme for what happened but I felt like it needed to be said.

TWO WEEKS

Lets talk about the last two weeks. I am exhausted. Waking up at 5:55 is slowly becoming part of my routine, and I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. Chemistry is by far my favorite class, along with geometry. Basketball and Geography are pretty wonderful too. The only problem with basketball is I am one of eight girls in the class. No big deal right? Wrong! The boys just seem to think that because I'm a girl I have no idea    how to play basketball, but they are always in for a surprise cause guess what? I know how to play basketball. But I do have to say that playing basketball with a bunch of boys has made my skill level jump like ten times higher than it use to be.
Yesterday I got a needle stabbed into my arm. Not really, I just got a shot. But my point is that I hate needles. They scare me so much. As soon as the nurse walked in to the room I was in I closed my eyes and tensed up. I made it through that traumatic experience, barely.
Sometimes I play volleyball. Actually I only play on September sixth. That's all. NO more volleyball for Kelley. I make people mad when I play because I don't pay attention while the game is going on. I only go so that I can ride home with Shelby and rock out to call me maybe, and so that I can see Meagan.
Sometimes my teachers give me this thing called homework. Sometimes, no all the time, I don't want to do it.
We got an email from Brady yesterday. He is doing so good. He is loving every second of it.
Well, my homework is calling my name, so I better go see what it wants.

I Think I'm Falling For You

There is a boy, but well save that long story for later. I'm talking about Autumn.
 


                                                        


                                                                                                                      




                                              


I can't get enough of this weather.

Incredible

See Ya in Two

I said goodbye to my oldest brother today. He's headed to Brazil on a mission for our church. I will miss him a bunch, but I know that he is needed in Brazil. Brady you're going to be a great missionary. I love you bunches. See ya in two man.

This is the last picture before he went through security.

Summer Where Have You Gone

Dear Summer,

You left. Where did you go? I already miss you and we only said goodbye yesterday. 179 days till we meet again. Don't worry about me school will treat me well. It has so far anyway.
See you next year,
Kelley

Surprise!

Apparently I get to go on a last minute "vacation" to a land not so far away. I learned of this last minute resort on Sunday and haven't thought much of it until Wednesday night when I was given the topic for the talk I get to give on Sunday. Well, I have thought and thought about my topic ever since Wednesday night and I can't come up with anything good, so I'm a little, no a lot stressed out because this talk has to be a good one, my whole family's going to be there. No pressure right? I'm just speaking at my brothers farewell. Hopefully while I'm sleeping in a tent I get some great inspiration or something cause I'm sure going to need it. Wish me luck!

Love Like This

 I dream of falling love. I dream of the day I meet Mr. Right, and falling madly in love with him. I dream of the day he asks me to marry him and I say yes. I dream of the day we will get married forever. I dream of  late night walks and bike rides. I dream of him telling me he loves me. I dream of  him coming home from work and me being so excited to see him and him telling me how his day was. I dream of traveling the world with him and falling more in love with him everyday.  I dream of telling him silly stories from my childhood and him telling his. I dream of our first home we own together.  I dream of raising our children together, and watching them grow up. I dream of all the little things like the words he says, his smile, the way he smells, his quirks, the food he likes to eat, water fights while washing the dishes, cuddling with him, watching dumb movies, the way he'll play with my hair, him holding my hand where ever we go,long car rides with him, his family, writing stories about us, taking crazy pictures together, the way he'll gently kiss me, deep talks late at night, drawing pictures of our cute family, and of course making up silly songs together. I dream of growing old with him. I dream of a love like this.

So this song is really great and it was kind of the inspiration for this little post so if you're wondering where I got my inspiration, here it is.

Life's What You Make It

I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. Someday's I cry my eyes out, others I laugh until I think I'm going to die. I'm not friends with everyone, and honestly I don't want to be. I'm the girl who sits in the back of the classroom and writes stories and doodles on her homework.  I'm scared of being hurt and that's why it takes me so long to trust. My life has been full of ups and downs and I've learned it's okay to cry, let the tears roll down my face. I keep all my problems to myself when someday's I just need to let them go, and sometimes I do. I have my flaws, but they make me who I am.

Vancouver in Three Pictures

I sure love me some Ferris Wheel.

I really wanted her ice cream.

I gave this man a dollar, but it really worries me that he is lacking armpit hair. And  yes I am wearing a Shark Week shirt.

Party Hard

Can I just tell you how amazing trains are? If I could afford to ride one whenever I go on little adventures I totally would, even if it means waking up at three in the morning and having 21 hour long days.
Tuesday was quite the adventure. I woke up an hour earlier than I had planned because I had my dad's phone in my room and at three in the morning it vibrated and it woke me up. I tried to fall asleep fpr an hour and when four o'clock rolled around I decided to be done trying and to just get up. Brady and I headed to the train station at about five and found out that my train had been delayed. Lets be honest, I was devastated. Brady drove me home and I watched the U.S womens basketball team play Canada. Around seven thirty we headed back over to the station and waited for my train to arrive, and it did. I hopped on and rode it all the way  to Vancouver. When my aunt showed up with my cousins they were holding a sign out the window that said my name, but when they saw me they just kept driving by. I seriously thought they were going to leave me. After lots of begging and pleading they finally let me come home with them. They asked if I would like to go to the fair and not knowing how tired I really was I agreed. When we were buying our tickets I told the ticket lady that I was a 63 year old lady trapped inside a teenagers body and that I would please liek the senoir discount. Long story short she didn't give it to me.My favorite stranger that I talked to was the vendor guy that really wanted me to play his game and thought that I had money in my shoe, so after telling him in four different languages that I had no money I took my shoe off and showed it to him. He just laughed. Lets say that I talked to everyone at the fair that talked to me, I figured that they get ignoured enough so why not try to brighten their day. We rode the rides for a while and then we went and looked at the exibites and went to a haunted house. This may or may not have been my very first one. I almost peed my pants before we even went inside. I was so scared, at this point I had been up for like eleven hours and was super tired. You could say that the haunted house was nice. After this we met up with the group of people thta we had ridden some of the rides with and watched the younger kids go on the kiddy rides. Then out of no where I decided that I wanted to go on the ride that takes like 60 seconds to go up but only like 3 to come back down, the one that goes really high and then plunges you to the ground. Its really scary and I have never liked it, but for some weird reason I really wanted to go on it. I convinced some of the younger girls to come with me. When we got about half way up I yelled I don't want to do this any more. At the bottom we got someone to videotape it for us, I freaked out. I made it out alive and I would go on it again any day as long as someone will go with me. W had many more adventures whikle we were there including tow boys who were cute make it really obvious that they were checking me out, a hypnotist, a mexican man who loved me, whale calling and sounding like a man while riding rides, and almost cussing up a storm because some of those rides that I rode scared me to death. After which we went home and went to bed. Tuesday was a twenty-one hour day.

In the cart right behind me ther was one of the boys who was checking me out. Everyone in the group kept touching me so I had to seperate myself from them.



This was us right before the haunted house, we were pretending to make scared faces but in reality I was scared out of my mind.

Wendesday was the day we planned Kobes' birthday party. She was clueless. We had her make her own birhtday cake, clean up the house and do most of the other things you do to prepare for a party. It was so hard to keep a secret from her. Kobe left and the guest showed up, then Kobe came home and we surprised her. We played capture the flag in the forest behind Kobe's house and of course my team won. We played lots of other games, some even required us to sit in the middle of the street and count to twenty in three different languages. It was a party. We watched Psych and I fell asleep and then went and took over my cousins bed. We had pizza and cookies for breakfast and then we watch Hercules. It's such a good movie.

So far this week has been a blast, but my cousins dont have the channel that the Olympics are on, so I have had withdrawls from them. I feel like I have no clue about what is happening in the world because I cant watch them. It makes me sad, but I guess I can give it up for my cousins.

Auto Correct Is Going To Drive Me Crazy

My bags are packed and my alarm is set for 4:25 in the morning. Tomorrow will be a day of firsts for me, I've never waken up before six and I have never ridden a train. I'm super excited.

Toady as I was packing I ended up reading my journal. Why I'm so funny at one in the morning I have no idea, but I am. I came upon the Monday after spring break was over and this is what I wrote

Dear Patrick ( that's my journals name),                                                           April 10, 2012

I could fall asleep right now, but I won't. When tyler (my younger brother) woke me up is morning at 6:25 I pulled my covers off and fell back asleep. He came in twenty minutes lated and said "Kelley I woke you up twenty minutes ago" I said " you lie, go away I want to sleep." As he walke out of my room he yelled " we have school"  I sat up and said " oh crap" much louder than I had planned. 

I didn't take any pills before I left for school, so I had the worst headache of my life, and I'm getting a cold (in the middle of April, didn't know that was possible). I told my mom  that I have a virus that is attacking my immune system an I am slowly dying. Seriously though I have been sick so many time this year, and I wash my hands all the time. 

I love nighttime cold medicine, is that bad? It works the best to put you to sleep when you think your going to die from being sick. I'll be out in lie five minutes won't that be great? I better sleep good tonight. I'm sure not a huge fan of waking up before at least nine. 

5 out of 6 of my teachers gave me lectures on getting senior- itus to early in your high school years. They told me not to get it. I just laughed to myself and thought " ha suckers I already have it, and you have to put up with me for the rest of the year." Sometimes I'm a brat. 

- Kelley

I laughed really hard as I read this. Most of the really funny things didn't make any sense so I just left them out. But really my all my teachers but Mr.Appel gave us 40 minute lectures on not getting senior- itus. I'm pretty sure the only reason why I didn't get that lecture from Mr. Appel is because I walked into his office and said " if you lecture me on senior- itus I'm leaving." he laughed and said " it was that bad?"  and it really was. I hate lectures so much, when fourth and fifth hour came around I almost left the room when the lectures started, but I didn't 

I wrote this all on my dads iPad and its is seriously like texting on an iPhone. Let's just say I really don't like auto correct and my fingers are cramping.

These Should Make You Laugh

this picture was blurry so here's the link.

Olympics, Music, and No Internet

Wellsies, it's only been forever. Unfortunately I lost internet service two weeks ago and haven't been able to get it back on my laptop so I have had to use the family computer, and the keyboard doesn't work. We're going to make this one short and sweet:
I'm alive and doing great. All I've been doing is watching the Olympics. They might just be the best thing ever. My family has been into swimming and gymnastics the most but my favorite event would have to be synchronized diving. 
Now here are my favorite songs as of late:

1. Shine a Light- Mcfly (I LOVE anything Mcfly sings)
2. One Voice- Wallin' Jennys
3. A Team- Ed Sheeren
4. I Can't Make You Love Me- Bonnie Raitt
5. Forever and Always (Piano Version)- Taylor Swift
6.  Right Here Waiting- Richard Marx (I can play this on the piano)
7. At the Beginning- Richard Marx and Donna Lewis
8. Beautiful Heartbreak- Hillary Weeks ( if you cry your eyes out while watching this its okay because I sure did.)
9.I Got This Friend- The Civil Wars
10.Hey Jude- Paul McCartney, he's amazing

Men's gymnastics is on, so I'm going to go watch.

This Could Be Named So Many Things

Now that I've got some fine tunes playing I can write. That only took forever. 

Once upon a time there lived this girl and she was pretty cool. She liked food and basketball and side walk chalk. One day in July she got invited to a party and she did not want to go. Mostly because she didn't like 13 year old boys, getting sprayed in the face, and root beer floats. But after lots of begging from her mother and the fact that she wanted to write a story and her house was not giving her mush inspiration she finally decided that she would go to this party. When she got to the party she was  greeted by a group of five 13 year old boys that were way to young for her. After lots of not funny, dumb jokes the boys saw another girl, who was much younger and decided to make her their next victim. So when the boys left the girl hurried over to the deck and whipped out her book for writing stories, hoping that the group of boys would see that she was busy and would not return. Luckily they did not and she got a few minutes of quiet. As she got a great idea for a new story a different group of boys found their way over to her. These ones being a bit older but not anymore mature. So a few more dumb jokes and lots of flirting later she got this grand idea to ask the boys if they would go get her a drink of water. They agreed but never returned, the girl put her story book away because she had forgotten her great idea and noticed a group of people that she had never met playing volleyball, and decided that she, in attempt to get away from those two groups of boys, would go and play volleyball despite the fact that she was trying to get away from the sport. So she went over and introduced herself to the group and asked if she could join the game. The game lasted for about two minutes and then the host of the party had some announcements. After the host was done talking the whole group of people who were playing disappeared and the girl was left alone sitting on the grass waiting for them to return but they never did. Before she knew it a new group of boys, these ones being her age approached her and started up a conversation, remembering to leave out the dumb jokes that she had already heard that night. They suggested that they get a game of volleyball going because it would be far more fun than sitting on the ground and playing with the grass. She happily agreed and they split into teams and started the game. One by one people would wander onto the court and join the game, and in no time at all both sides had a full team and they could play for reals. The girl found that she had the coolest people on her team and they were so funny. She spent more time on the ground laughing than she did standing up and hitting. In her defense she had some really good dives and the boys just thought that the fact that she would dive for the ball was the funniest thing ever and so they cracked some funny jokes and she couldn't help but roll over and laugh. But every time she was ready to get back up and be serious (but not really) there was always a boy there to offer his hand and help her up. The game lasted for hours and no one wanted to leave, but finally when the sun was going down and the party had been over for a half and hour the other tam called next point wins. The game was tied and this girl really wanted to win. She didn't grass stain her hands, feet, and jeans for nothing. The ball was served and a girl on her team hit it and it went all funny so this girl who was a diving machine ran for the ball, tripped over the ropes that were holding the net in the ground, and dove for the ball, sacrificing her body for the ball. She hit it and popped it up high enough so that one of her teammates could hit it over the net. They won, but the girl had no idea what had happened because she had taken a mouthful of grass and was laying on her stomach when the great play happened. After being helped up by one of the boys, she was told the story of what had just happened over and over again and she still had no idea what had happened. The game was over and she ran over and got a drink of water and jumped in a friend car. When she got home she ate some food and took some pills because she was pretty sure had rolled her bad ankle more than once. She ran up the stairs and scrubbed her hands and feet until the grass stain was gone and then she jumped in her bed and relived her glory moment and decided that maybe next year she will play volleyball for the school. And to this day she will still tell you that that night was her best volleyball game that she had ever played.

                                                                   The End

I'm Pretty Sure I Am Going Crazy

Let me just tell you a few stories from over the weekend and I think you'll agree with me. 

On saturday my church celebrated pioneer day which is the day that the pioneers entered the salt lake valley and Brigham Young looked out of his wagon and said " this is the right place" it's a big deal if you live in Utah but in every other state no one has any idea what pioneer day is. So anyway for pioneer day I wore my flannel shirt and french braided my hair because it made me feel pioneery. Hey it all works and I didn't want to wear a dress.

Last night at midnight I decided to write my grandparents a letter. It ended up being 8 pages long. It was crazy. It only took me like two hours to write. 

On Saturday I decided that I wanted to make a bracelet at one in the morning so I did and it took three hours to make and then I had church at nine o'clock and my mom woke me up at 7:45 so I could get ready. This whole week I have averaged like 4.5 hours of sleep. No big deal. I actually like the night hours more than any other hour.  

So as you can tell I have a crazy habit to brake before school starts because I am not having a repeat of last year. For the last semester I got 3-4 hours of sleep each night, and I still managed to get a 3.9 GPA. I'm not quite sure how that happened but it did. 

Well I haven't eaten in like an hour and a half and I am hungry so I am going to go find some food. 

That might be the hardest part of going back to school. I can wake up early with only three hours of sleep but I don't know if I can get through the day without eating all the time. This could be a challenge. I'll just throw food in my backpack everyday, it will all work out.

I Love Guys With Motorcycles

Ever since second grade I have had a fear of motorcycles. Which is funny because when I was deciding that I was going to be a rebel and my mom asked me how I told her I was going to date a guy with a motorcycle, she didn't know that I was scared of them. This fear started when my grandpa took me on his bike and we went really fast and I swear I was going to fall. I think he tells the story a little differently. Our top speed was like 25. Then the summer after third grade my dad bought his own bike and insisted that I go on a ride with him so I did. It was fine until we got home and I burnt my leg on the exhaust pipe, and it was a nice burn. I had the nastiest scab on my leg for the first month and a half of fourth grade. I refused to wear shorts because I was embarrassed of my scab and I hated when people asked me what happened because I didn't want to tell the story. So today when Cameron asked me for a dollar I asked him what he needed it for  and then I told him that I needed some checks cashed and he told me I could go with him. Unbeknownst to me we were going on the motorcycle he just bought. I was a little hesitant at first but I went anyway and I loved it. I plan on him bringing me home from school, even though he has football. Maybe when wrestling and basketball start. Anyway I now have a love for motorcycles. So I guess that when I date a boy I want him to own a motorcycle because that will only make him 25 times more attractive.

This is What Happens When I Have Been Held at Gun Point By All My Brothers

Yes, it is true that all of my brothers have held me at gun point today. Not with a real gun but with an airsoft gun. Let me tell you I have no greater fear than having my brains shot out, so they take advantage of that and hold fake guns to my head. It's no big deal really, we all love each other. I've gotten to the point where it happens and I just sit there and laugh because I find it really funny. Then the boys tell me that I would do so bad in a hostage situation. It's the truth I can't argue with that.

It's six o'clock. I think I am going to bed.  Yup, sometimes I pretend that I am a 102 year old lady.

When I wrote the Awkward and Awesome post it was thursday, but when I published it, it was like 12:01 so therefore it was friday but it was thursday. Is anyone as confused about that last sentence as I am ?

 I miss being in Mr. Appel's and Mrs. Corbin's office everyday. Summer isn't even over and I want to go back. I even told them that I wasn't every going to come see them because I never wanted to go back into that school because when I am there I want to shoot something. It was all sarcasm. But the point is that I miss the long chats about dumb things like how much I hate paper or about cougars and my least favorite teacher, ever. There was never a dull moment in those offices.

Last night I wore a sweater because it was raining. Actually I just really missed my sweater and the rain was only an excuse.

I am so tired you all have no idea, unless you do.

I really just want to be best friends with these boys because I like nerf guns..... and they dress well.



This is Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Niall. Harry is missing








Umm, here he is.

I promise this is the last time I will ever blog about them. But I shouldn't make promises I have no intentions  of keeping. What movie?

Awkward and Awesome

Guess what? if I were five or if I were in the mood to not  answer that question I would have said "chicken butt" but I am not five and I do want to answer that question so any way it's Thursday, and you all know what that means: Awkward and Awesome is back

Awkward:

- Hanging out with a bunch of college kids who think you are one of them or married when really you are just a baby in their eyes. The worst part is when they check you out and then ask you on a date and you reply with a remark that tells them that you appreciate them wanting to go on a date with you but you prefer guys that aren't 10 years older than you. Just avoid ever having to have that conversation, it's for the better.

- Walking to the Cannon Center (that's where I ate lunch everyday for a week) with ice on your ankle. Everyone that was walking behind/ after me knew where I went because let me tell you when plastic bags drag on the ground the tear and when bags full of water have a whole in them they leak. SO one day I got to the Cannon Center and there were a group of boys next to/ behind me and I was laying on the floor because I was tired and lunch wasn't for another half an hour and the boys were like hey look it's the girl who left that big puddle of water that you stepped in. But the worst part was when I took the ice off after I had eaten and I didn't know where to put it because the Cannon Center has no garbage cans so I just walked up to a lady and asked her what I should do with my bag of ice and she just took it from me, and I was like okay whatever floats your boat, I could have thrown it away but alright, then I said thanks and walked away.

- walking into walls. we'll just leave it at that.

- making eye contact with a really handsome boy like 50 times at a dance and he wont come and ask you to dance. Then you relies that he was talking about you to the D.J and then they smile and look at you, so you just smile and wave and then go and ask a boy who is shorter than you to dance.

- my dreams. Weird things just keep happening. One night I was in the Hunger Games and then on Saturday night I had a dream that a boy from my ward body slammed me and  he broke my collar bone and the people that I was with never did anything about it. I woke up and my neck hurt.

- when you get told that the ickiest boy  you know wants to date you. First of all I don't want to date anyone right now or all through high school but  I am sure that he is a good guy, but really. I just want well dressed men that are handsome and nice and not weird to like me.  Man I just have the worst luck with boys. I don't think it could get any worse.   

- getting cat calls when you are crossing the road. Some boys are just weird.

- teenage boys who think they are really cool but in reality are really annoying. Sometimes I  just want to slap them all and tell them that girls don't like boys who are rude and nasty and jerks. Us girls we like nice boys.

Awesome: 

-hanging out with college kids. They are cool and so nice to each other. I think I hung out with more boys while I was in Utah that are over the age of five than I ever have in my life. One night a group of guys came over for dinner and they grabbed my sister's roommate's guitar and started to play it and sing. They even brought the most delicious cookies. It was so awesome.

- being asked by two boys at the same time to dance. Guys they are the nicest boys that I know. They are so great and they swing danced with me and they didn't even know how. They showed up after the cotton eyed joe and the chicken dance that just happened to be right after the other and they didn't even care that I was super sweaty. I'll sell them to you cause let me tell you that they know how to treat a girl right, and that is a dying art. come meet them they are really cool. Last night for mutal we swapped recipes and they loved my cookies. They told me that one day I am going to make some lucky man very happy. What can I say I love these boys.

- this week has been really hard for one reason and one reason only. Ever night for the last week we have had the biggest thunder and lightning storms. You know me I can't resist lightning and thunder. it makes me so happy but the bad part is that they just happen to be at three in the morning and the all have lasted at least an hour and a half. Each night I have gotten up just to see it, so that means that I haven't gotten much sleep. But no worries because let me tell you I am a champ at not getting much sleep one night and then being the funniest  person you and I both know the next morning. The storm tonight was by far the coolest.

- babysitting the kids that are like your siblings. seriously nothing could bring me more joy than being with those three kids. I love them to death. On Sunday at church I saw Brock with his mom and I sneaked ( because I guess that snuck isn't a word according to google) up behind him and he turned around and gave me a huge hug and then asked me to come over to his house. Then after sacrament meeting I saw his sister Jovie and she ran up to me and jumped into my arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said " I missed you so much." and then we walked to primary and she wouldn't let me let go of her hand. They are so cute. I love those three so much. Tegan  is just a baby so I played peek a boo with him while his mom was teaching a lesson and he was out in the hall with a really wonderful lady. That family is just so amazing. 

- Running to the house thinking you are going to die because the biggest lightning bolt just erupted above your head and you were/are wearing you CTR ring so therefore the lightning is attracted to you and you just really don't want to die. It might have been the best feeling ever. I love adrenaline, I seriously live off it. 

- Ed Sheeran. I know I am not from the U.K but I know good music when I hear it. My favorite song is probably A-Team. But all his songs are so good. I love me some talented people. 

- the Olympics start in a week. I LOVE the Olympics. Probably the only reason why I watch T.V. 

- Cameron and I's relationship just keep getting better and better. He is the coolest brother and he is starting to get protective of me. Boys watch out because he is ripped and if I want him to he will beat you up. Today he made me go to Taco Bell with him and then we came home and watched a movie and a half together. he started  to read my Summer Adventures journal and I didn't even care mostly because it has no secrets in it. I told him that I don't think that I will get to milk a cow this summer and he said I know people who have cows and then I said ya but you don't want to take me with you and he said I never said that. Then when I told him I was going to go babysit he was all like for who and playing it cool but you could tell that he wanted me to stay and finish watching Step Up 2 with him. Then when the lady I was babysitting came to the door he asked her " who do you think you are taking my sister away?" he was just kidding but it made me really happy. He is really cool I'm glad we are friends.

- I recreated my facebook and let me tell you it is a waste of time. but I have talked to my cousins countless amount of times and we might just be the coolest people I know. When I go and see her we are going to have a princess party and I am going to bring cookies and chocolate milk and we are going to wear pencil skirts because we think that pencils skits are what princesses wear. Actually it is because I don't have a big puffy dress that I can bring on the train.

This is what it has looked like every night. Isn't it cool. This is what my cute little town looks like from what we call a mountain, but it is really just a hill. 

I Have Mad Piano Playing Skills

So guess who gets to play a piano solo in church again. Yours Truly. Yup, thanks mom love you too. Really I had no say in the matter. The conversation went something like this, but first I have to set the scene: I was sitting on the piano bench and my mom was sitting in the chair that is next to the piano. I was trying to figure out what song to play just for the heck of it.

 Mom: Hey Kelley do you want to play the piano for Brady's farewell or would you rather give a talk?

 Me:  neither, umm I cant learn a song that fast so I guess I will give a talk.

Then Brady walked by,

Brady: Eww I don't want her to talk at my farewell.

Me: Thanks Brady

It was all sarcasm.

 Mom:  are you sure I think you should play

Me: ya mom, I'm sure. There is no way that I can learn a song that fast.

 Mom: Okay then you can play for Jessi's farewell.

   Me: Mom you know how I feel about playing in public, I can barely play with you sitting here and not getting nervous, plus I don't even know what to play.

 At this time I flipped to a random song in the book and it ended up being " I Know That My Redeemer Lives" and then I started to play it for the first time ever.

 Mom: You can play this one and you will do just fine, you already practically know it.

 Me: This is the first time I have ever played it, you're crazy and I think our ward is going to be sick of me by October.

 Mom: Kelley everybody loves you.

 Me:  Whatever you say mom, so I'm not playing right?

 Then she got up and left. 

I didn't even get to pick the song. So I guess I am playing in October. It's going to be a party.

I'm a Sucker for Love

So I watched Tangled tonight (why does that not surprise anyone). I watched it with my younger brothers who I swear do not have a romantic bone in their body. It was quite the adventure. Anyway you know that scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are on the boat and Flynn pulls out the lanterns, well when that happened I started to giggle like a school girl. My brothers think I am crazy. But what can I say I am a sucker for love.

I am a Champion

BYU basketball camp was everything I imagined and more. I learned so much, and I made some friends that I know I will have forever.
I got down here on Sunday and I was as sick as could be. I didn't want to wake up the next morning to go play basketball. You can't blame me. But as soon as I got on the court and made some friends I felt a bit better. Don't get me wrong I was still coughing like I was going to die and it sucked.
So on Monday we started by splitting into age groups which was a huge relief because I was scared that I was going to have to play with ten year olds because I was sick and wasn't going to be able to play my best, and then we did drills. After a few drills we went and ate lunch. Let me tell you the food at the Cannon Center is so much better than the food that I had at Gonzaga. We got back from lunch and I don't remember what we did. It was either ran more drills or had a "lecture" with one of the coaches. Then we practiced what we learned and then went to dinner. After dinner we came back and got our real life teams. My team was  the best, literally. My coach's name was Tyler and our team name was the Fry Saucers, don't ask it's a long story. One of my greatest friends that I met this whole week was on my team. Her name is Devon. She's awesome. Any who, back to basketball. So we practiced with our team and had team bonding. I feel like our team was so close, it was like we had been playing together for years. We learned plays and then went home. The next day was Tuesday and we ran drills and then we ate lunch. After we ate lunch we had another team practice and then we played some game. I think we lost all but one. The one that we won was sudden death and I scored the game winning shot. What can I say, I'm a boss. Just kidding. We ate dinner and then we played the game with sudden death and one more game and did something else I can't remember, all the days are like one day. Then like on Monday I walked to my sister's apartment and we watched Thirteen Going on Thirty, and I now love movie. Wednesday was great. We ran lots of easy drills but we just could not seem to get them right. All I wanted at that point was to do the drills right. I have to take respectability for not doing the drills right because it is not just one persons fault that the drills are done wrong, it's everyone's fault. Then we went to lunch and came back and played more games with our teams. We only won one on Wednesday putting us at the bottom of the pool for the tournament. Then we went to Seven Peaks, and I swear I was going to die when I went on the boomerang. But it was really fun. My sister and brother came and picked me up early and we went to a party. When the party was over we needed a ride back to Provo, because Brady left us there, so we quickly made friends with some boys that were at the party. We ended up watching fireworks with them. They were mighty cool. It was a blast. Thursday was my favorite day, but it was also my least favorite. So we started off the day with a drill that I have been doing since I was in fourth grade, so it should have been really easy. But it wasn't. We just couldn't seem to get the ball in the basket. We only got like thirteen layups in three minutes. Then we got told that we could do a much better job and that we had  chance to get to at least twenty-five layups  or we were going to run. We didn't get it and I agree with the head coach in our gym that our scores were crap. So we ran and we got another shot. I swear that three people that were going with me ran up and down the floor like 25 time. We were the last ones and we kept throwing the ball away. It was terrible, only because I went with the team before and they did the drill at least three times in a row and then the next team only had two people so I volunteered to go with the next team, so I seriously ran down the court and back at least 15 times in a row all within a three minute time period. The next game we played was 3 on 3 cutthroat. I was playing alright when I planted my ankle funny and rolled. Then Steve ( who was one of the other coaches) made me go and  ice it. I really didn't want to. I just wanted to walk it off. So the drill ended and there I was sitting by the trainer with ice on my ankle just chillin' when I saw Steve talking to Tyler, and then they looked at me and Tyler's face when he saw me with was priceless. I laughed while Tyler walked over to me to make sure that I was alright and that I was going to play. Then my team did a layup challenge and I watched them, then I went and got taped and then I came back and watched them again. The next thing we did was a shooting challenge and we counted the score in Spanish. Then we played 1 on 1 cutthroat and I chilled in the "basement" with Megan and Devon and Katie and Tyler who by now was the coolest coach. Then we all moved up and played at a different basket together. After that we went to lunch and it was pouring rain. I had ice on my ankle because it was killing me, but nobody knew that except for Sammie who was a  friend that I met on the first day. I finished lunch and walked back to the gym and watched some old man basketball with Katrina and Devon. After lunch the real life tournament started and the Fry Saucers were the bottom team (that was my team by the way). Guess what team went undefeated until the very last game. The Fry Saucers. That's right. We played our butts off. The whole time I wanted to chop my ankle off because it killed. So I played anyway and then right before we played another game I asked the whole team if they by any chance had some pills that I could take that would make my ankle feel better. They told me to go ask the trainer. So she gave me some pills to pop and then I went and jumped, and I got the tip and we took it in for a layup. After that game we had  two bye's because we were already in the championship and they had to find out who was going to play us. The pressure was on because Tyler's two teams from last year had made it to the championship game and lost. We lost our first game, but because the tourney was a double elimination we got to play again and we won. Meaning that we won the championship. We all got really cool t-shirts. Then camp was over and I wanted to cry but most of my team is coming next year and we made Tyler promise that he we be here next year. So it will all be good. I seriously cannot wait till next year.


P.S Guess who's half birthday  is today. Mine!!! All I did was buy my sister J-Dawgs and go to work with her. But it was really fun.

Puma Sweats = Soccer Player, What?

When I wear my Puma sweats I feel like a soccer player. Speaking of soccer, does anyone know who won the U.S.A - Canada game today. U.S.A was up 1-0 until like the 57th minute and then Canada scored. It was an intense game. I wanted to finish it, but then my mother invited me to go to Costco with her. So I did.

Guys I still haven't packed for Utah yet. I don't want to.

Ben Rector

Ya,  I know, you thought I was going to bed. I did too. But then I started to read this cute blog and then I found this cover of Free Falling by John Mayer

Watch it and fall in love with the song. It's wonderful.


Guys my hands smell like stinky hand soap. It's driving me crazy.

As of Late

I went to the dentist. They love me, I loved them. But then they hurt my teeth today and I want to cry. No cavities, woo hoo, it's been like this for eight years.

I was going to go to basketball tomorrow, but then I almost threw up all over the place and now I don't want to move or eat.  I have eaten anything but yogurt today, and I don't even like yogurt. I have decided not to eat anything because it is threatening to come back up. All I want to do is sleep.

I have a fever. It sucks.

In like two days I will be at BYU playing basketball, I don't really know how I feel about this. I might even sneak into a couple of dances that I'm not invited to. Is that bad?


I am listening to Disney again. The "sound of music" just came on! Loves.


I worked out today and my abs are killing me. I love being sore. It tells me that I am a hard-worker. There is nothing better than the pain of success.

I tripped onto the trampoline today and I almost died. I laughed so hard. I'm sure the people that were driving behind my house laughed so hard that they peed their pants.


I hate when the soap in the bathroom smells funny. Here's some advise: don't let men pick out your hand soap.

I love little rambling sessions. Don't you?

I took a nap at five thirty and that's why I am still awake.

I need to go pack again. I just got all of my stuff from girls camp put away. Who want to pack for me. It most likely wont get done till saturday night.

I played my brothers guitar today, oh how I strive to be good at it, and learn how to play it for reals.

My brother just walked in with a bag full of normally hard to resist foods and none of them looked good to me. being sick is the worst.

I've run out of things to say. Have a fan-freaking-tastic night. I know I will!

I Want to Be a Princess!

I have a little obsession. It has to do with my Disney Pandora station. It varies from Wicked to Tarzan. It couldn't get any better. My life rocks right now.


This album just came on. I sure love me some princesses. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I've always wanted to be a princess. Just like on Disney, and I want them to make a movie out of my life.

Good, Cute Baby Clothes Do Exist

Well, my heart just melted. These baby clothes are so adorable. I want them for myself. Look at all of them.
Here are so of my favorites:
                                         


                                         


                 
 Dear Future Children,
Even without these clothes I am sure you will be cute.
With all Love, your mother


Dearest Husband,
Our children are going to be so adorable. I know that these clothes will cost a whole pay check of two but... I love them. I know our kids are going to be cute because I was a cute baby and I am sure that you were too so I say we make sure that they are super cute and we get them these clothes?
Yours Truly, Kelley


Man, those yellow jeans cost more than my jeans do, but I sure love them.

I Want to Leave

I need change.
 Don't get me wrong I love this little town that I live in but I need to leave. I need to meet new people, go exploring, try new food, learn a new language. I need to travel and see the world.
I have always known that I want to travel, but I have never felt the urge to go right now until this week. I am seriously ready to hop on a plane and see where it takes me. I want to see the sights. I want to learn the ways of different people. You can learn places in a text book, but you can never really know that place until you have actually been there. I want to know the world.
My kind of travel has nothing to do with tour guide and buses full of people. It has little to do with famous places and must see spots in the world. My kind of travel revolves around getting lost and finding places on accident. If I ever go anywhere I want to explore, be adventurous, fall in love.
I need change.


I'm ready to find places like this


explore abandoned castles like this one


See this beauty




I normally don't like clocks but I do want to see this one, but I don't need a fancy tour guide to help me see it  all I need is a bike and my own two eyes.


and I really want to visit Dublin

I think I need to study abroad. Maybe I can talk my mom into sending me to a different country for a year.

I Love to Dance

Last night there was a dance. guess who were there. Nickle and Quarter. Meagan was so happy and so was I . That's all I have to say.

Girls Camp

I went into Girls Camp with a bad attitude because I didn't want to be there, so my first day was pretty miserable. On Wednesday ( that was the first day) I helped other girls set up their a-frame thinking that I would be sleeping in there, but they thought otherwise. So at like 7:30 I get told that there is no room for me and I have to go find another place to sleep, that really sucked because it was starting to get dark and I had no place to sleep. So I ended up sleeping in the other a-frame with other girls. That was an adventure within itself. I love them to death  but I just wanted to leave. As we were sitting by the fire I wrote in my journal, and I quote, " I guess I am glad I am marring a man because I would never be able to deal with another person from the female species. Poor men. I honestly feel bad for men." I still feel this way about women, I don't know how men do it. Then I went to bed which took forever because the girls wanted to switch the way we were sleeping. So frustrating, and it made me want to go home even more. Thursday was way better . I decided that if I wanted to have fun, and I did, then I needed to change my attitude so that I would be capable of being happy. So I did just that, and it might have been the best day of camp. We started the day off with a hike through a mile and a half long train tunnel. It was so cool, and dark. I loved it. At one point we had to turn off all of our flashlights and it was so dark. You could feel the darkness surround you and it was scary. We talked about how the tunnel was like life. It was a good hike. After the tunnel we hiked down the mountain and saw like three waterfalls, big ones. I only almost fell down the mountain like three times. No big deal. I got to go riding and boy were the missionaries cute. It was a lot of fun and I wasn't shy at all, so the staff loved me. They offered me barrel racing lessons, and I really wanted them. The whole trail ride I talked to the wrangler who was riding behind me and she was super cool. then I went back to camp and tried to learn my lines for the skit. I hate lines so much. The skit ended up really good and I loved it. After skit night we went to bed. Thursday was crazy. It poured rain the whole day. We had a service project and we cleaned out pine needles and other sticks. Then rain started, and I don't think it has stopped yet. We got to chill in our camp sights for two and a half hours. I took a nap. Then I went and shot guns and bow and arrows and made bracelets and hair flowers and other things. Then I went back to camp and just chilled. Then there was a bear. Not kidding. It scared the crap out of me. We couldn't go to commitment night because of that darn bear, and it was still raining. Commitment night was awesome and we talked about how we were placed on this earth for a reason. It was so spiritual and I actually cried which never happens. I think that Satan really didn't want us to have commitment night. I mean he tried all that he could and we still happened to pull it off. It was a crazy good night. Then we had a testimony meeting that was really spiritual and was good.  Today we came home and I was/am so glad that I am home. In the last week I have nly spent like 10 hours with my family. I missed them so much. SO know that you've read this book I have some pictures for you.

these were all taken in the tunnel

and these were outside of it

these are all the waterfalls we saw

this is Gabby

                                                                     this is Meagan

                                                                    this is Katie

As you can tell I don't believe in taking normal pictures