Surprise Attack

I'm going to tell you one of the saddest stories I've ever been a part of, but hopefully with my style of writing it won't sound like I'm super depressed. So here it goes...

Once upon a time I made this friend and out of no where I began to like him. In fact, our whole relationship has been a surprise. Some days it's great and other days it's not. So I finally worked out a system with this kid... I would start my week off with being in the just friends stage. That would usually last until Fridayish and then something would happen that made me like him again. And I thought Thanksgiving break would solve all of my problems for good, but it definitely made things worse.

However, that aside, this was a start of a new week and this time instead of thinking I was in the just friends stage, I actually decided officially that there was going to be no more of this boy until a long enough space of time had passed and then we really would be just friends and I would focus on my schoolwork and ignore my other problems. I even told some people and even though they kind of laughed at this because they didn't believe me all the way, I was determined.

So it got to the point of the night where I needed to be alone and so I went outside. Apparently this kid saw me so when I texted him to ask about class for tomorrow he completely caught me off guard and asked if I was feeling ok because apparently I looked a little down. In my moment of stupidity I told him everything that was going through my head and he of course had to respond with something wonderful. The text itself was absolutely wonderful and if it was anyone else that had sent it I would be feeling great, but it was him. The exact kid I was supposed to have nothing to do with for at least three days. So, naturally, because I'm me and I ruin everything always, I straight up told him to not be so nice to me. The thing is, he already knew that I liked him, and I know that he likes a different girl, so this whole him being nice to me thing was really creating sick feelings inside of me.

Anyway, the kid had to continue to be unbelievably nice even though everything is my fault. Which made me even more depressed. And now it's 2:30, I have class at 8 and a 4 page paper that I basically haven't started due at 9:30. Great... Can I just drive home to my own bed, curl up and watch chick flicks for the rest of the week?

The End... kind of

Top 20 Country Music Videos

Once upon a time I was forced to go down to St. George for thanksgiving. The week has actually been excellent. I've already slept a ton, read two books, and watched many movies. However, I started to get sick of the usual activities tonight and so I turned on the TV and saw that GAC's top 20 country music videos countdown was on. My old favorite! And then I realized that it's been a long time since I've posted a music video. So to make up for that, here's two.

The first one is a song that I randomly bought off of Blake Shelton's CD before it came out on the radio (this often happens to me, call it a gift if you want). Anyway, it's a great song even if you're sick of hearing it on the radio by now. And the music video makes it less of a couple thing and more of a family thing which is a nice complement to the whole thanksgiving thing... ya I know, I'm stretching it a bit...

So it won't work but you can click here to watch it if you want.

The next song is another music video by Scotty McCreery. Oh goodness how I love him. The music video is a little bit cheesy, but that's the best kind. As I was watching the show tonight I was about to turn it off early and go to bed when "I love you this big" came on at number 2, so I stayed and watched. Immediately after that one ended, this song came on and I got really excited. I've been detached from the media lately and I'm ashamed to admit that I hadn't seen this music video before it came on as number 1 tonight. I guess I need to pay closer attention to what's going on in the world.

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Thanksgiving Miracles

Once upon a time I decided to take an astronomy class. Worst decision of my life, because it turns out that I don't even need the credit because I'll end up having to take physics anyway.

So every day I sleep and my grade shows that.

This week we had a test and I pushed taking it until the last possible day with a $5 late fee. Yes, I didn't know anything. I didn't even know the topic of the unit the test was supposed to test us on. So yesterday I filled out our homework packet and today I studied the slides and that packet for 2 hours. While taking the test, I guessed on more than half. Not an educated guess, a guess as in I have no idea what answer I can even attempt to eliminate so I'll just pick B. Turns out that my teacher must really love the letter B because I got a 94%! I think I stared at the screen with my ID card in hand for a total of 5 minutes with my mouth open wide and my eyes bulging. It really is a thanksgiving miracle.

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Thanks

Once upon a time I went through some hard times. And even at my most difficult times, I've had friends that have helped me through them. Today I've been thinking about all of the things I'm grateful for this year and I would have to say I'm thankful for my friends. Three friends in particular, though I love all of my you guys and I'm thankful for you all, three friends have been through a lot with me. They've listened to me go on for hours and hours and for that I'm very grateful.

First, Houston. Yes, if you're reading this I'm sure you're surprised. The truth is, I recognize that you have been a great friend for many years and I know sometimes I can be mean. What can I say? We do have that love hate relationship. But some of the moments I remember most: the broom war, the night I told Sean R. that I liked him, the hours you and Sean P. would spend on skype talking to me when I was in Spain, listening to the CD's you to Spain, and when you came over after my grandpa died. You really are a great friend and even though I haven't seen you in a while, just know that I'm going to repay the favor and you will be getting letters from me when you leave on your mission. Just maybe not quite as often because they do have a long way to travel.

Second, Alyssa. You'll probably read this too, so I'll talk directly to you. Yes it's cheesy to be writing this instead of just telling you, but it's on my mind right now and I'm not going to call you at 12:30. So here it goes, I can't tell you how much you've helped me. I remember first becoming friends with you in 9th grade. We used to do Sudoku together and I remember thinking, this girl can make me laugh so hard, why aren't we better friends? Then we began to listen to disney songs together and that was it. Friend made. I also want to thank you for the hours you would spend on skype with me. And for all of the emails you would send me. Every morning in Spain I would wake up and check my email. When there was an email from you, it would be a great day. You were there for me when my grandpa died as well and I'll never forget how you comforted me on their porch. I know I don't see you as often as I would like these days, but just know that if you ever need to talk, I'm there.

Lastly, Sean. And yes he's on his mission and will never see this, but the important thing is that it will be written. Sean Sean Sean. Where do I begin? I feel like I've known him my whole life, but we've only been friends since 9th grade. And it wasn't even until 10th grade that I started to hang out with him. But my relationship with Sean is such a strong friendship now that most people don't understand it. Our friends always joke that we're going to get married (that's really going to be Sean and Amanda), but they just don't understand our friendship. Sean has listened to me talk the most out of any one of my friends. Before I got a phone, I would call him and talk on the phone for hours at a time. Then, the summer before I left for Spain, I hung out with him almost every day. While in Spain, he would skype me with Houston as often as they could and they would serenade me to make me feel less lonely. I honestly feel like I'm more myself than I ever am when I'm with him. This past summer we had a rough patch, that was mostly my fault, but after a conversation we had to end the rough patch, I learned something huge about my friend: he has a huge heart and he cares more than I ever thought he did. So now I write him every week while he's going to do great things in New York. Am I missing him? Heck yes. But I'm more excited for him and know that when he gets back, he'll have had the most incredible experiences. He'll change lives and that's the most important thing and best thing he could be doing with his life right now.

Sorry this was so long, I don't really expect anyone to read this, but it's just what's going on through my head right now. And now I don't have to write in my journal for writing 150. So... friends are the best. I recommend you keep them.

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The Opposite of Success

Once upon a time I woke up early on a saturday, which is a sin, but I'll repent later. Anyway, I woke up to go to a chemistry review. I ended up going, staying the whole time (that never happens), and then staying to study for an extra two hours in the fishbowl. That's four hours of studying! Kind of crazy for me, especially when it was all in a row and on campus. Oh and then I took my test for two hours which brings the total chemistry time today up to 6 hours. And after all of that... I'm pretty sure I failed. After not knowing a single question on the first three pages of the exam, I wanted to cry. And then when it was finally over with, I felt sick. Really sick.

The rest of the day I spent watching movies. First, Breaking Dawn part 1 which was horrifically wonderful. I cried. I'll admit it. Tears of laughter. Definitely worth the six dollars I paid to see it. Second, Never Been Kissed. Thoroughly enjoyed that one too. Oh and then I watched Ever After. It was a night full of Drew Barrymore.

During all of this it felt like my insides were going to explode. And the physical pain of course brings the emotional breakdowns as well. And those emotional breakdowns landed me back home, and I mean home home. Back in my bed with my family. Ah, I'm ready for a good night's sleep after the unsuccessful day I've had.

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I Feel Useless

Once upon a time I became friends with this kid. The more I got to know him, the more I saw that he wasn't the fun free-spirited guy I thought he was, but he was still relatively fun to be around so I kept him as a friend. Well this kid has dealt with a lot of girl drama over the past couple of months. He got his mission call, and after he did all of these girls appeared in his life. After getting over some seriously complicated situation with his ex-girlfriend, he decided to change and I supported him in that. One night, after something really significant happened in my life, we had a serious conversation where he shared that he needed to get serious and drop all the girls and focus more on school and his mission. Great plan. Except it failed. That same week another girl showed up and it's been bad news ever since. He knows he's making wrong decisions, but he can't get himself to make right decisions. And the worst part is, he's treating it like a joke now. So have I helped the kid? Not at all. I feel useless.

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The U.S. Postal System

Once upon a time I wrote to my friend in the MTC on a thursday, like I always do. And for the past month, he has written me back and I receive his letter either on a Monday or a Tuesday. But this week I forgot something important. Friday was veteran's day and because I didn't put my letter in the mailbox until thursday night, my letter wasn't sent until Saturday. Although this doesn't seem like a big deal (and it really isn't) this one little holiday that we didn't even get school off for, ruined my whole system. Thanks mailmen!

Let me explain, this friend of mine leaves the MTC soon so because he wasn't able to write this week, I won't get a letter from him for a couple of weeks. And I can send another letter this week, but after that I have to wait until I know his new address to write. And a couple of weeks doesn't seem like a long time, but I've grown accustomed to his letters every week. He always gives me his worthless advice on trivial matters because he doesn't know the entire story, but that advice actually helps me because it makes me laugh and see the situation in a new light. Also, he writes to me in spanish and it's been fun to see how in only two months, his spanish has gotten a lot better. Needless to say, I miss him and I think it's going to be a long two weeks.

The End