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.