Ramblings

So many things have happened in the last 21 days, but i'm afraid that at this moment it would be a mistake to write about them. Give it a few weeks. I still need some time to figure things out. Don't worry, no one but my journal that is not very well hidden knows any of this.

Lets look on the bright side. Tomorrow is Easter. Tomorrow I get to see one of my closest cousins that I haven't seen in two years. You could say i'm excited!

17 Days. Almost

Its crazy to think that in just 17 short days my life is completely different then what it was before. Seventeen days is just long enough to step back and realize that life isn't suppose to be all about getting good grades and being a perfect person. Lets face it, perfection isn't coming anytime soon so quit believing that if you aren't perfect you aint getting anywhere in life because that is the biggest lie that I have ever heard.Oh and good grades, i might be trying till i die to get an A in chemistry and geometry.
You know that its ironically taken me 15 years to realize that pretty is as pretty does. I use to be told that almost ever day and its so true. You cannot expect to be seen with a beautiful outside if your inside is full of trash.
Seventeen days is just enough time to figure out the way you really feel about others and the way others feel about you. Yes, i'm talking about boys here. Remember that one boy that I wanted to go night surfing with? I thought that I would have at least held his hand by now, if not kiss him. Guess what, I realized that he is more like a brother to me and that I really dont want to kiss him or hold his hand anymore. Dont get me wrong I still love him. Ill always love him. And coming to terms with my discovery about our relationship was really hard for me. Trust me when I say that he never thought of me as any more than a friend and I just fell to hard.
Believe me when I say that the people that you think know you, dont necessarily know you. For me, this was getting over being shy and just letting my voice be heard. Dont live life afraid to talk to people. Get to know people. Talk to people that you never thought you would ever talk to again after you got out of middle school. I promise they aren't as bad as they use to be. Let your voice be heard.
Almost 17 days is just enough time to decide that you aren't going to be ashamed of who you are. Almost 17 days is enough time to decide that your daily goal is to stay beautiful, which is much more than just being pretty on the outside.

P.S Elder Egbert's letter is still sitting on my desk.

                                                 This song is a keeper. Listen to it 25 times.

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?

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 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.

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