Cow Tongue? I Guess It's Pretty Good

I went out on a limb today. I toured Fiesta Foods, while speaking the language that seems to flow right off my tongue. I toured it with my best friend. We searched high and low for Bueno Bars, Marias and Pan Dulce. We found it all, and gained like twenty pounds each. I tried  new food, like papaya, which tastes like throw up, and we were about to eat a lengua de carne taco, a cow tongue taco, but the line got super long. Trust me, it looked amazing and I'm being serious. We seem to go on adventures like this quite frequently. We are partners in crime. We are constantly cracking jokes. We understand completely what each other is going through because we have to deal with the same problems. It's so great! She's so great!

                                        We don't like to take good picture, it just doesn't work.

Boring, Boring, Boring

Its been so long since I last wrote. So many crazy things have happened lately that I don't even know where to start. I guess that means that this is going to be a lame update post, but bear with me, maybe it will lead to something really great.

 Lets start off with... My best friend

She has a boy friend. I don't know how I feel about that. I'm just going to be the AWKWARD third wheel for the rest of forever, its a good thing I'm good at that. It's going to be okay though because im going to be gone all summer so that gives them time to break up figure things out and not invite me to third wheel it. Although im good at it, I may or may not enjoy it.

Lets talk about my summer. I'm only free for a week or so in August, so if you want to chill, make plans now. But seriously I'm at camps and in Utah and all over the place in Washington and Oregon and Utah.

Gotta love the North West. Oh and .....

I GOT A JOB!!!!! That's the main reason why I'm not going to be "home" as much as I thought I would. This job is going to take every little piece of energy out of me, so I dont plan on doing anything for the four weeks that I am working, but it is going to be so great! I cannot wait till next week when I start.

My group of friends has changed over the last month. I have new best friends who I text nonstop and hang out with almost daily. We seem to have the best of times together. It's wonderful.

Typical me... There is a boy. He's at my house at least three times a week. He's moving back to Utah in two weeks. This boy isn't just a plain old crush. It's more like my head and my heart are at war. Im fighting, and its worth it, even though it is scary and stressful and I'd rather not be fighting right now. I'm not willing to let go. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it till August till I see him again. Skype? Maybe, or maybe when Im in his neck of the woods, I'll just go see him. Who know. All I know is it it real and I am falling.

The only downside to this is that it is finals week and the stress levels are flying. I have at least three super hard finals. Like study your guts out hard, like the smartest kind in the class thought it was hard. The last week of school was suppose to be fun, but that took a whole new meaning when i got to high school.

ITS THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL! I cannot wait to kick off my crazy summer.

My new best friend is going to be in Texas all summer. I dont know how I am going to survive without her. like really, what am i going to do?

I decided that I wanted to live in Cali and be a painter and a teacher. That would be the life! I've taken on a new skill. I paint, and I love it.

Cam the Man graduated on Friday. Do you know how crazy that is. My older brother, who I love, most of the time, is a graduate. I dont know what I will do without him next year. He really is the best.

This week started off great, lets hope it stays like this.

Oh and I wrote my 101 things to do this summer list. I'll update it here.

Let's Talk Hormones

I don't know how to write this, but I need to get it out there. Every once in a while the silly teenage girl inside of me, will fall for a boy. You know, the typical, get your hormones  under control, kind of girl. Don't worry, you probably won't ever have to meet. 

Alrighty, background knowledge is out of the way. Now for the juicy stuff, or maybe, not so juicy. 

So why wont you ever have to meet this ridiculous side of me? Well, let me explain.

It started way back in sixth or seventh grade. I had some not to great things happen to me. Let's just say that now I have a few, okay more than a few, trusting problems. If you are of the male species, it's going to take a while for me to warm up to you and ultimately trust you. You can only imagine how this has affected my love life, or the reason for my lack of one. 

I think all the background knowledge is out of the way. 

Anyway, the first experience I have with this whole ordeal is back in the seventh grade. Imagine baby faced Kelley. It's the beginning of seventh grade year and we are getting our lockers assigned. Out of complete "randomness" (i may or may not have rigged the system) I get the locker next to arguably the cutest boy in school. Then silly seventh grade flirting happens and he has me swooning. Blah, blah, blah. This whole crush thing lasted for about ten days, and then something that could either be a blessing or a curse, depending on how you look at it. My fragile seventh grade heart shut out this boy.

Eight grade year: I held hands with a boy. I let my walls down. I ended up having to break his heart, because I couldn't commit to commitment, and his trust. This lasted a few weeks longer.

Boy number two of eight grade year was brutal. He could be argued to be my first love. Who knows. I crushed on him for about two months and then he moved. Making my commitment issues and trust issues even worse. After that, I never wanted my heart to hurt like that again. I wanted nothing to do with boys. But March came along and there I was falling for yet another boy. Silly crush. Real silly. It ended and then came back and then ended. Its over now

Freshman Year: I fell for a boy. I fell hard. In my mind, he is my first love. I "loved" him for a bit over four months and fighting  the urge to push him away and be done was the hardest thing I ever did. I shut him out. I wouldn't even look at him. Long story short, he's like an older brother to me now. 

As the number of boys grew, my heart started hurting less and less each time I got hurt, or broke my own heart. My heart is almost invincible. Then Saturday night happened and I broke down. I hurt for all the times I didn't. I wanted to give up on my heart, I wanted to tear down my walls, and I did. I tore them all down. I decided I wanted to feel heart break, because it makes things so much more meaningful. Then this week happened. I threw myself to the wolves. Meaning I actually talked to boys. I tried to convince my heart that they could be trusted. I maybe even flirted a wee bit. This flirting lead me to yet another teenage boy. I just wanted to take things slow, Be friends, get to know each other. It was going great. Little by little I would let him into my heart. No walls. Nothing. Then a few tiny feelings started coming into play and I embraced it. Then I found out, he's taken. Typical. All the good guys are taken. That was cliche, big time.

I'm sitting here at two thirty in the morning and, lets just say my hormone level is high. HEART BROKEN? I don't know yet. No walls yet. It stung for a minute. It might kick in when I am forced to see his face, but as for now, I'm just taking it one step at a time.

What I've Been Up To...

This past month has been a crazy one and it's felt like it has taken forever, but don't worry I have some great stories and pictures.

Story Number 1, Pictures 1 & 2

I went to the Burg' because my cousin had just gotten  home from his mission in Brazil. The sunset was amazing as we were driving home.

Story Number 2, Picture 3

Sometimes I get really lonely and I don't feel like talking to anyone so I made a balloon friend, we call him Jeffery, and he is a great listener.

Story Number 3, Picture 4

I adopted a fish, two actually; however Ernesto died. This is Esteban. She's a girl and she is having little fishes as we speak.

Story Number 4, Picture 5

I have the hardest time making choices when it comes to wearing clothes. I an never decide if it looks good or not, so I'll take a couple pictures and send them to Maisi and she'll tell me if what I am wearing is acceptable.

Story Number 5, Picture 6

Ever since these two guys showed up in my cute little town they have been at my house almost every day. We're best friends.

Story Number 6, Picture 7

This is Maisi. We slept outside on the trampoline one night and the wind decided to blow, so we came inside. Lets just say this was taken close to five o'clock in the morning.

Story Number 7, Picture 8

One time some people decided that it would be a good idea for me to be a model. I said whatever and this is  what I looked like.

Story Number 8, Picture 9

All of a sudden my mom decided that I need to be a little bit more independent so she has made me renew my own library book, make me make my own envelopes, and make me make taco meat, all by myself. It's been crazy and all i can say is that I just want to be five and dependent again.

As Funny As This Sounds

I've been listening to the same High School Musical 3 song for over an hour now.

I'd much rather watch Disney movies than any other movie.

Walks through a neighborhood at eleven o'clock at night with great friends is the best thing in the world

I like to sleep on the trampoline

I'm suppose to be writing a talk 

I'm also suppose to figure out what runway music is, could someone help me with that

Sometimes I fall way to hard for a boy and all it leads to is disaster. My heart is so use to being ripped in two that it's not that big of a deal anymore. It's almost sad seeing that a girl of my age should have any idea what it is like to have a broken heart, but I do.  

I am in the mood for some High School Musical 3, but Netflix doesn't have it. 

I know that the man i am going to marry is waiting for me and that's why its okay with me that my heart has become invincible. Even though I have no idea who he is, he gives me hope. He is rooting me on, and I know it. I guess the part that gives me the most comfort is to think that someday I will meet a dashing young man, who is a gentleman and has good manners. Silly me, I know. He's going to have to be pretty great to steal my heart and keep it. 

Blah Blah Blah blah blah

Sometimes my silly heart tricks my head into believing things that aren't true. It almost drives me crazy and then I get a text that could be something that he would totally say, but its not him or so I think. AHHHHH! I'm crazy.

We Call Her Maisi

Its official. I have the best friends in the world. My friends sit up all night and quote disney movies with me and help me with all my problems and my extremely ridiculous love life. Then be complete dorks with me at a dance and let me sleep in there laps when I am super tired. The let me punch them and then punch me back twice as hard. They laugh at my dumb jokes, they sing off key with me and dont even care. They dance like total dorks and love it. The sing scream-o with me. Im pretty sure that we are the exact same person. I mean its not everyday that you meet someone who listens to scream-o when they are doing there homework after ten, use to be a tap dancer, listen to David Archuletta, share a passion for The Lion King, and practically everything else. Lets just say I have the best friends in the whole wide world.