Yes well, I'm Sort of Back

I haven't felt the need to write here for a long time, but it's only because I've been furiously writing chapter after chapter. I'm on the verge of finishing my novel. Nine chapters to go before the first draft of my book is complete, and I'm so excited. My goal is to get it done before the summer ends, that way when school comes along, I don't have to worry about putting off homework so I can write a little chapter here and there. Yes, I'll be reading through it and editing it constantly, and I have a lot of revision to do, but I'm just happy that I've gotten so far. Syrusses's secret is revealed in chapter 33, and Cyran is about to use it to his advantage. Syrusses has been so patient, so determined, and so ready to get this sword, that by the time Syrusses gets to the cave, all control snaps. Will he unleash the sword or not?

On other news, my parents are in Park City right now, meaning my aunt and uncle are here to stay with us to make sure kidnappers don't come along, or if anything happens they'll be here to help. Basically, with them here, it means I can stay up a lot later outside of my room if I wanted. *Snicker* Shh....don't tell anyone. My uncle told me his million dollar novel idea, and I suppose I would read it, but Zombies and smart people? Mm...maybe. We'll see if it turns out okay.

I was in a fictionpress forum yesterday, just lingering, trying to get reviewers for my book, when I came upon something that actually scared me out of my mind:

Coolmonster
Sometimes a writer starting out very young has a long writing career ahead of them but other times they never seem to write anything comparable with their first success. Burned themselves out to early, perhaps. Mary Shelley sold Frankenstein at 17, but never came up with anything else you'd want to read. Robert Bloch started writing at 15 and became a famous horror novelist. Stephen King submitted his first story at 15 to Famous Monsters of Filmland. The story was not accepted, the editor felt other young people who did not become well known writers had sent him better stories. Many years later, long after King was world famous, the editor discovered he had an original King story and published it among much fanfare. The magazine it appeared in skyrocketed in value, but it really wasn't as good as other stories by teenagers not interested in making writing their life's work.

Now think about that. I am a young writer. :( I'm scared that all my juice will be gone when I'm older! D: Now you see my dilemma? Yes, you do....ugh....I shouldn't let this get to me, but I can't help but worry. That's why I keep going over my other novel ideas as well, that's why I write down anything that comes to mind in my itsy bitsy notebook downstairs. Ah well, I'm sure I won't be like other authors....I hope. 

Driving and Hiking

As I said earlier, I got the opportunity to drive. Just as I was walking out the door with my mom, I got butterflies in my stomach, just as you would when you're next in line on the Rocket at Lagoon, or when you are inches away from kissing the person of your dreams. Yes, I had butterflies just like that. My mom took me to the PGJHS parking lot where I practiced my turning and braking, considering it wasn't much of a parking lot. More like a drop off zone. After that, we made our way to the PGHS to see if they had a Driver's Ed Course, which they didn't. It came about me driving down a traffic-filled road and turning into a church parking lot, where I practiced my parking. I think I got the hang of it pretty well.

There I am, on the wheel. My mom just had to take a picture for Facebook. :)

Also in other news, I went hiking a few days ago with my dad. We went up to Battle Creek Canyon and hiked 1400 feet high, then hiked back down. On the way, I got some pretty good pictures.

Today, I am an Adult

I have my learner's permit. WHA HOO!!!!!! And I will be driving today. :D Yes well, that's an update on my life.

Spiders....

So I got new headphones: that's a very good omen about a good day. But at the same time, I feel as if this will be a very long, very boring day. You wonder why? Well, to be honest, it's because I ate a few cookies and now I'm not feeling so skinny in my bikini. Ah well. I'll suck in while I'm walking around at the pool. Also, I was stung by a bee yesterday. How awesome is that? It looked like this huge welt on my thigh! Bleh!! That is a bad omen. Although...headphones....bee sting....I don't know which one over throws the other. :\ I'm clueless. I'm also bored and I don't feel like writing, which is bad, because I SHOULD write so I can get that stupid book over with, but I'm just not feeling it. I have no idea on what to do with that chapter. >:| Sometimes things frustrates me very easily. I know it shouldn't, but it does. Now I have nothing more to write about other than the fact that I've found three spiders in my room today. (:-( I don't understand what's happening to my bedroom! It is being infested with spiders!

Intense Summer Heat

Okay listen up folks. I am going to describe to you the spirit degrader of summer.

The heat.

Basically my house becomes so hot in the mornings, despite having all the windows and blinds closed, that I sit at the computer, TRYING to write, when I keep having to wipe away sweat every five minutes. This is maddening! I know that AC costs money, but mom said I can turn it on around eleven....except that I forget to do it and then I remember at noon and by then it's already too late. You see how hopeless I am?! I mean, it's so hot that the butter is nearly a puddle of fat.

It's this heat. It is the heat that is distracting me from my writing. I feel lethargic and tired instead, and I ended up falling asleep when I had a pretty good night's sleep last night. You know how frustrating that it? And then going outside doesn't help, because I'll be drenched in sweat in ten short minutes of standing out there. Suddenly I am thankful for the pool, yet unthankful for certain times of the month when I WANT to go to the pool. >:| They say this summer wasn't nearly as hot as other summers, but damn it! It's sooooo hot!!!!! I want to throw water on myself right now. I want otterpops.

Today

I believe today should be a good day. Why? Because I get to go with my mom to retrieve my social security stuff. That way I can take my permit test and begin driving! I hope to start driving even sometime this weak! The thought of driving five hours to Boise is scratched out on my thought bulletin board, because mom has to work on the Fourth of July. Dang. Oh well, I'll get more hours some way or another. It will also be a good day, because I look forward to getting a Sensuous Sandwich. (You're welcome, Almond, for the advertising.) It is the best sandwich in the world! :D At least I think so. I'll be working there in December too! How exciting is that??? Not very I guess. At least to people who already have good jobs. Well BLECH! This will be my first job, so there. Ha. Blafdkjalkdnfks!

I'm a little restless, if you can't tell. I've been doing jigsaw puzzle after jigsaw puzzle, and let me tell you, my eyes are wigging out. I keep seeing puzzle shapes on the screen! Just kidding! I have great eye sight! :P

Summer Time!

What time is it? Summer time!

Haha, Drew and Kaylynn continuously sang that while we waited in lines at Lagoon. Yes, we went to Lagoon. Freshmen did. It was so exciting. I hadn't been there since I was like five or six, so I never really remembered things like Collosus or Wild Mouse or whatever. I was too young to even go on Rickety, so I had a blast on the roller coasters and waiting in line with my two besties! I mean, considering that Kaylynn's arms are enclosed in casts, both of them, she did pretty well. Until her elbows hurt, which I felt bad about. Ah well. Nothing I can do. Anyway, today I'm going to Seven Peaks. WHOOT!!! Good day huh? :D Yes, very good day. I would invite Kaylynn...but once again...casts....they can't get wet. Grr. BleajfkdljiodasdjnmfinsDIj!!!!

Sigh. That didn't come from me. Anyway, I cried on my way home from Lagoon, and on my way home from the school from Lagoon. Thursday was my very last day of junior high. I will never have to go to that school again and sit in those desks and deal with the unnecessary drama....except for a friend whom doesn't want to see Kaylynn. That's a whole other blog post for the future though. I'm excited that school is finally out, but at the same time, my skin tingles with the knowledge of on-coming sunburns, and my stomach is churning at the horrible idea of ice cream all the time. Dear me. However my body does like it's new bikini! :D excitement! Haha okay, so I'm really weird. Don't mind me.

I'm really restless right now. I'm in my swim suit as we speak...it's 10:02 AM, and we aren't going until 3 PM. A little concerned are you? I would be too. I'm just too excited! I haven't been to Seven Peaks in a while, and now that I got my pass of all passes, I can totally go as much as I want! AHHH!! I'm supa excited! My friends even have some passes. How cool is that????

Yep! So, anyway, I'll talk to ya later! BBYYYEEE!

The Last Weekend

Not of my life, I will assure you, but of the school year. This will be my very last weekend of my one and only freshman year. Ninth grade has rushed by in a flurry, and I can only say it did with the help of my bestest best friends in the bestest wide world of friendship. *Demented Smile* Haha :D

But really. Think about it. Could you get through a year of school, when you're all by yourself, socially demented and flinches at every little noise? No. You could not. Not without suffering. So, I've decided to write up my friends some notes that they can read throughout the week. I won't post up what they say until they've all gotten it in person and have read it first. :) Wish me luck!

Suspension

It's 7:23 on a Wednesday morning, and I sit here typing these words stiffly with only one hope in my thoughts: Warmth. If it rains today, I think that will be the typical downer of my day, the key domino that leads me to having an entirely suckish day, all day. So why do I trouble my readers with these scary thoughts? Well it's because of my yearning for the end of the school year. This week especially. Starting Friday I'll be able to buy my bus wrist band so I can go to lagoon, and then the first of June it's some sort of freshman thing...I'm not even going to school on the Third, considering it's two hours long and a waste of time and gas. Well, those are all next week, and this week it is merely Wednesday. The middle of the week. Sunday passed by too quickly for my own good. Although Monday was the last Monday of the school year, I still thought that it dragged on way too long. Tuesday as well. Tuesday was a monster, in fact, considering I snapped at a friend in defense for Pepe. I doubt he likes me very much now. Whatever. I never really enjoyed his company all that much either. :|

I guess what I'm trying to say, despite my sudden changes in subjects, is that if it won't be warm today, then my anticipation for Wednesday has been crushed. I only waiting patiently for this day because my phone "Weather" Widget said it would be in the seventies, partly cloudy. Waking to the weather man saying there's a chance for rain isn't helping my spirits though. Can you believe Utah's weather? If you are a reader that doesn't live in Utah, then I shall tell you this: The weather is extremely bipolar. One minute it's raining and gloomy, and then the next hour you're shrouded in luscious sunshine. What is this? I think it's the start of a changing climate, sorta like the hottest our planet can get, and then moving back into an ice age. I wonder what it would be like to be in an Ice Age...? Cold. I do no like the cold. I am weak. Yes.

So anyway, I have merely two chants for the Lord in the Sky whom rains Aardvarks. Summer. Summer. Summer. And Sunshine sunshine sunshine. 

The End

A Strange Week

So, the weekend after a previous weekend. They always come, you can't stop them. What makes this weekend stupid, however, is the fact that last weekend was the big move, and that now I'm typing my first blog post while sitting somewhere that isn't my old house. It's my new house, to be quite frank. I think I'm getting a headache from looking at the computer...I haven't been on for quite a few days now, and that's probably my most longest break from the computer. Don't think I'm an addict. I mean completely away. Like...not even getting on for homework or checking emails real quick, which was what I was doing previously. Anyway, yeah, point is, I haven't been on for a while, and because of that, I can't focus my eyes on the words I'm typing currently.

As for a boring weekend, I must make it clear to my readers what I have done throughout the week/weekend. My last post was about last Saturday, when I was packing all day. I guess I should talk about Sunday, and the turnout from the ward. It was the official moving day, and the last day I would live in that house again. To be completely honest, I like this new house, and I will never miss the other house, despite living in the place for six years and leaving behind memories. (Please don't battle me over that phrase, because as I had just said, it is a phrase.) This new house I sit in is right up against the mountain in PG, and I think it's pretty cool. We're on a very steep slant, and our deck is very tall and very big. The kitchen is doable, the family room perfect. My bedroom is coming along pretty well, considering I had went to the store and bought a lot of brightly colored accessories for it. Anyway, Sunday we had half the ward's men come to our house and help us move out. They were always joking about whether the neighbors loved us enough to help us, or if they just wanted us gone. :P Haha, it was pretty funny. I vaguely remember being hugged by a random guy I didn't know, but he was a sweetheart it turned out, so it was okay.

Anyway, I don't want to dwell too much on Sunday, for it was exhausting and long and frustrating. But Monday was pretty well. I have a bathroom down by my bedroom, and Tyler and David share it with me. But it's huge. It's really nice, and it was fun to get ready for school down there, instead of having to do it in my bedroom. I decided to wake up before six-thirty and hog the bathroom until a little past six-thirty, because Tyler wakes at six-thirty and wanted to take a shower immediately when he woke, but I wouldn't let him since he had so much time. He got frustrated, but I'll teach him. >:) At school I had only a few questions about moving from friends, but it didn't bug me like having injuries would, so I was fine. After school, Gary and Almond, my "Adopted" aunt and uncle, were over and Almond and I had a little too much fun with a second grader joke book...oh the mood we were in. Oh the jokes. We got Costco pizza as well that night. Pretty good night.

Tuesday blurred by. Nothing to report there. Wednesday, however, was great, because I got to hang out with Kaylynn and her family for a while. I went home with Kaylynn, helped her get ready for the school musical she was in (Bye, Bye, Birdie), and went with her family to the play. It was a good night, because all my friends were so good in there. Brett, dude, I can't stress enough how hilarious you were. Drew had that whole Elvis character for Conrad Birdie, and Kaylynn....she was in ensemble, but her dancing was really good. I'd say so about her singing...but they were all singing at the same time. It wasn't like I could hear just HER voice.

Thursday and Friday were both just...normal. I mean, it wasn't something I can remember and report about, otherwise they would both have their own paragraphs for themselves. Anyway, now it's Saturday, and I am building up my room with the building money I collect from babysitting. It's coming along pretty well, because I've decided I'll have a green and orange room. :D It's so exciting! The rug, throw blanket, and pillow are all so super sickly furry....ahhhhhh.....I'll sleep well to night.

Over and Out!
Mindy

Saturday Packing

I'm thankful the snow is gone, because this morning there was a full blanket of snow sitting tauntingly outside. By noon, it was all gone and we had a big big trailer to fill with boxes. We got most of the boxes that held important everyday items in, and it's not even half-way full yet. Yes, we have boxes out in the garage, but that will be for another trailer, and then we'll get the furniture loaded tomorrow. By then, I'll be able to go to my new house and help unload and unpack. Already the house is feeling less cluttered of boxes and back to the way it was before we began packing...except that this time the kitchen is a disaster, garbage is everywhere, and there is still a lot of crap cluttered everywhere. Who knew that moving out of a house after living in it for six years was such a hassle? Anyway, later tonight we should be bringing those boxes to the new house and unloading, though apparently I won't be a part of it. All the guys are going....and for once, I want to be a guy. Just for this reason to go and help unload...and be stronger. Oh well.

The Weekend, Wrapped into One

Basically, the weekend was a very busy, very tiring one. For one thing, it was Easter Weekend, so I had a lot of things going on. Secondly, I was dumb enough to book a Baby Simulator on this weekend, thinking it won't be that bad, and that it wasn't going to be too hard to transport the thing everywhere I went. Hah.

I have no right to actually complain and cry over how laborious taking care of a fake baby is, because I give my congrats out to the real mothers who must deal with real babies 24/7.

I'll start with Friday. Heaven knows how busy/exciting/overkill it was. The first two periods were fine, I mean, they were normal, but by the time third period came around, and our class loaded up on the bus to go to Cabella's, I knew it was going to be hurried. First of all, class is only an hour and thirty minutes at most, so with the bus trips to and fro, that's close to fifteen minutes each. The point of the trip was to go to Cabella's and do a classification project with the animal things they have there. Kaylynn, Drew, Brett, and I all worked on the assignment, but we had difficulties with the fish at the beginning. I mean, who wouldn't automatically assume that the fish (Without Labels) in the aquarium was the ones we had to do? We almost began to name them randomly like "Awesome Lipped-Trout" or "Rainbow Fish!", until Mr. Moon showed us the fish on the outside of the aquariums with the labels on them. Who names a fish "White Crappie"??? Anyway, we finished the fish and mammals, but Kaylynn wanted some fudge, and we had only five minutes until we had to load the bus, so we didn't get the bird portion done. The deal was to exchange information with those smart people who did the birds on the bus, (which didn't go as planned, mind you,) and flee to the fudge store. We got our fudge...but we were too late to turn in our papers, so we decided to turn them in after school. Ahem....I did. Kaylynn...alas... did not, and now I'm afraid Brett has been docked, considering she still has Brett's paper as well as her own unfinished one.The bus arrives late, and we're nearly fifteen minutes late to lunch, so I just skip out, but Kaylynn and Brett are determined to eat, even though it was Taco soup which quit literally burned their tongues. They both didn't care if they were late to Musical Theater or not. English, last period for me, was boring, but I got to leave ten minutes early to retrieve...dun dun dun...the Teen Living baby.

The deal with the babies: They are computer programmed and very technologically advanced for a baby doll. It coos and cries and screams and burps and whimpers...everything a real baby does. Anyway, for Teen Living you have to get a baby for a week or weekend and take care of it to have a feel for what it's like to be a teen mom. I got mine after school. It was a girl and I named her Adilee and dressed her up in stupid pink clothes. Then I got the bulky diaper bag that held only three small things in it and trudged off to meet Kaylynn in the hallways after school got out. She had rehearsal, but she heard our good friend Nahuel was here for registration, so she decided to miss a little bit of rehearsal just so she could see Nahuel.While we waited, she held my baby, which hadn't turned on yet, and became very possessive of it. She was the "aunt" and didn't want anyone else holding her. Walking home with the baby was an adventure, because she had turned on at three, just before I left the school, and I was automatically worried about shaking the baby or rough handling her or dropping her head while I walked. So I made sure to be as graceful as I could, which probably made me look like a real idiot. I got a lot of stares from people driving past me, and I had this weird urge to flip them off, BUT I didn't...I was good...I didn't. I mean, wouldn't you want to when a man drives past and staring at me like I'm some freakish teen mom? Yes. You would deny it, but if it happens enough times, you'll want to.

So, I had planned earlier in the week for a sleepover with my beautiful cousin, Rachel, and the only convenient time for both of us, despite my having a baby, was this Friday, while Saturday I could be exchanged at the Easter party. So a little bit after school my dad takes me to my cousin's house, but right as we leave the house, my baby acts up for the first time. It's the first time I hear her cry, and it's the last time I really want to hear her cry. Anyway, I had to awkwardly change her diaper in my lap with a bouncing car, which worried me because those babies' necks are sensitive and when they get jostled, it'll count as "Head dropped" and I'll get docked points. So finally when she stopped crying, and I wait out the trip to Rachel's house. I warned her about the baby, but she proved to not be as bad as I thought she was...for the most part. We stayed up til one-ish, ;) and I was awaken around three by a sudden screaming from the baby. :S It woke Rachel as well, and I could tell she was a little annoyed, but she went right back to sleep, just as any father would. Hehe. Saturday came along, and I hung around Rachel's house until five and left with her family to our grandma's Easter party. There I was exchanged and brought back home with my family, and a little bit after we got back, our good friends Almond and Gary came over to paint eggs and stay the night with us. (Dude...I painted a Nazi Egg, a Japanese Egg, and a Soviet Union Egg. They were pretty good. Except for when Tyler criticized my Soviet Union Egg...he was playing with fire there.)

Yes. I got a lot of irritating teasing. I got a lot of "Bet this makes you not want to have sex" and bla bla bla. I get it. A lot of stories of "When you were a baby" came around while this baby was occupying my life temporarily, and part of those comments about the baby was why I was in such a grouchy mood came Easter Sunday. I was not only tired, because the baby had me up that night as well, but for some reason, I wasn't in the mood to do anything but chuck the baby into the ocean. I had a headache as well, which is still lasting even now from being sick all weekend with a stupid cold. When will my nose quit being nosy? Haha...that wasn't even funny. Anyway, Easter was long, what with the Basket hunting, then Gary and Almond going out to jog, me getting some nap time in, then games being played before Easter dinner. I got a lot more music to listen to, which was pretty great. Gotta love good quality CD's!

Anyhow, all of that leads up to the official countdown. Bum bum bum.....Approximately seven more days until we begin to move furniture and boxes to the new house in pleasant grove. I'll have my camera on me by then and I'll put up pictures of my new room and house. But until then, we will be packing...and packing...and packing. Say. We're gonna need lots of packing tape.

So anyway, my headache is getting worse, so I'm gonna say Salem and farewell, for Monday was not a good day, considering my friend passed out in PE and today's math lesson flew straight over my head...I don't feel so hot.

Over and out!
Mindy

This is Finally It

Last night, my family and I dropped by to take a look at a house. As we went, I was thinking that it must be this house, if Dad was taking the whole family to see it. Earlier that morning he had told me that we have been approved on a house, and now I am very excited. When we took a look, the first thing I noticed was the kitchen, and to be honest, I really liked it. The jutting out counter that acts like an island, but is still connected to the counters is long and satisfying for a girl who likes to make cookies and cook dinner every once in a while. Our table will fit evenly in the area set aside for the dinner table, and it overlooks the family room that is just two steps down into a very nice opening. Laundry room and downstairs is towards your right when you walk into the family room, and when you descend the stairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom down there. When you go up the stairs that conjoin next to the front room, right before you enter the kitchen, there is a bathroom and three bedrooms upstairs: the master, and two little rooms. The bedrooms aren't settled quite yet, but it will work out. We'll be moving (maybe) during the first week of May, maybe a little bit before that.

Spring Break

So it's April 9th, and the start of Spring Break for me. :D Excitement! I get to sleep in! But that's not only it. April has a lot going on, and I'm psyched for the activities I get to do, and the hopeful event of just hanging out with friends over the week. We have a calender in our family room, in the midst of boxes and junk, it merely hangs there. It's the only decoration, but it's bright and happy. April's picture is of grass with large drops of dew on it in close up, but the background is orange and yellow and spring-like. However...it's snowing outside. It's April. Utah; You Suck. The reason I brought up my calender, however, is because when I look at it, quite a few dates have scribbled in events all over it: and that's a sure sign of a busy week. My brothers have field trips galore this month also, filling up the calender even more. See, we have spring break this week, David has two field trips to the Monte Cristo Space Center next week, I have a trip to a fancy french restaurant for Teen Living, I'm getting a Baby Simulator thing on the 22nd, and Easter is coming up, along with different book releases of our favorite series and my High School registration. I'm not going to forget now! Either way, I'm psyched for this reason. Even in May, we got a book release, my friends' musical, and testing that's going on. Even a ninth grade trip to Lagoon this year. You won't believe how flipping excited I am for that. Woot! Party!!!

Not to mention that on top of all of that, we still have the posibilitiy that we might move sometime in between. Most likely in May, but it could be anytime. I've decided not to dwell on that, which is why I'm so glad I'll have all these distractions and things to do. So wish me luck! Spring Break might be a little boring, but I'll get to get a book I've been waiting for FOREVER. Finally!!!!!!!!!!

New Cellphone

The title says it all. I got a new cellphone. It's a cricket, which hasn't proved to be any problem yet, so I'm okay with it. See, here it is:

Lookin fancy, ain't it. I just feel like talkin in this strange southern accent for some reason. Weird. Anyway, I'm pretty much all settled in with this one. I like exploring new things. You must be wondering what I've done with my little pink razor....haha, I'm keeping it just because. I mean...I've had great memories with that little phone. Few of them a little sad, but for the most part, I like new things. Although this one has no hold button, so I'm afraid I'll press undesired buttons when it's in my pocket. Oh well!

Never Mind

I'm just going to stop trying. I don't know anymore. I don't know when we're moving, because it's not Saturday anymore, and I don't know where. Just....I'll drop it.

Finally!!!

It's what I've been waiting for! We are officially moving, and we have official approval for a house in Orem. I'm so psyched! I finally know where I'm going, and I don't have to worry anymore. We're moving out of this stinky house! I'm so so so excited! They just haven't told me which one it is yet...it was down to two. Hmm....I've seen one of them, but not the other...oh well. This is good news, I've already basically packed my whole room and have it all sitting in a little corner under my tall loft bed. :O Check it out!

Yes sir, that's my junk all condensed into boxes. You can't see them all, but there are 10 boxes, a big bowl chair, a curtain pole, three posters, a tennis racket, and yet to come: The clothes. So all in all, my room isn't that cluttered. I actually threw a lot of stuff away. It felt good to throw that kind of junk away, but at the same time, sad, because I'm unsure of when I'd need that stuff again. not that I touch it very often. I had to throw away my music box from when I was a little girl. It was hurtful.

Festival of Colors

I didn't want another multi-subject post, so I'm taking the liberty to rant about my events of yesterday, March 26th, in a new, fresh entry. It's titled Festival of Colors. Considering I don't have very many readers, and most live in or around Utah, I'm sure you know what it is. They do these major events at certain times of the year, and this Festival in particular is for the welcoming of spring at the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork, Utah. Basically, people know it because you get to throw colored powder at each other and everyone around you. It's popular. I mean, everyone at school was talking about it.

Kaylynn and I decided we wanted to go. Now this is the cool part, because we invited Brett, but he couldn't come, (Sorry, that wasn't cool) so instead Kaylynn invited our friend Nahuel. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing, and amazingly, he could come! So Kaylynn's mom gave us a ride down to the Festival of Colors, and we were all dressed up in white (Except Nahuel, who didn't necessarily know we were going to throw talcum at him) for the festival. We got food, graciousness from Kaylynn's mother, and then headed into the party. It is situated next to a Llama farm, which was pretty weird, but I got to see Llamas! Anyway, even as we went in, we were being hit with powder. Nahuel kept saying how he didn't like where this was going, and that he was already regretting coming, especially after a guy threw orange powder straight into his face. (Nahuel made it very clear that the stuff tasted very gross, but that it was scented.) I had fun being hit by plumes of colored dust, I was dressed up and didn't care how I looked at the moment. In fact, by the time we got to a gazebo where we could buy our powder, I was pretty colorful even then. Kaylynn and I bought our colors, glad to have something to throw, and it was pretty cool, because we found our good friend Drew there, already splashed with yellows and pinks.

We lost him, but we continued on through the giant mob of people, throwing it at everyone and anyone. They had a hippie band there, playing music and chanting some words I couldn't make out, and we were allowed to go up to the temple. We could even go in, but we had to take our shoes off and blow off any excess dust. Kaylynn, Nahuel, and I didn't bother. Nahuel made a snarky comment and I emptied a bag of pink dust all over his head...took him a while to forgive me for that. He was pretty pink though. Kaylynn talked about how they did this thing every two hours, and that we were here for the three o' clock one. I had no idea what she was talking about until it happened. It was so weird and cool. They did a countdown up at the mic, and everyone counted with them. On one, everyone shouted Hare Krishna and drew all their powder into the air. I saw a cloud of blackness. I couldn't breathe for five seconds too! All I could see what Kaylynn and Nahuel in front of me, probably kissing, and people everywhere jumping and shouting. Finally the wind blew it away, and I could see the grey sky ahead. It was crazy, I'll tell you that much.

Going home was an adventure. I'd like to point out that I knew where I was, but my parents just couldn't find me. Spanish Fork is weird. We were colorful, and got approval from other equally colorful people as we left and made our way towards a highway. It was there that my dad got all irritated and stuff, but they found us finally, and we drove home in good cheer, for the most part. I think Nahuel didn't have AS fun a time as me and Kaylynn, but he'll look back and laugh.

As for me, I thought it was a fun experience, something new. It felt sort of sacrilegious, but cool to feel that religion also. I definitely won't forget it. Might go a second time next year...might.

Just My Luck

Have I ever told you the story about my bad luck? Probably not. However, it's just that. My bad luck is always followed after a choice, and that choice is normally out of my hands. Take school for example: Mondays are tricky days, because you don't know if it will be a regular early out, a minimal day (Two hours early), or no school whatsoever. It's out of my hands to decide it, but that Monday is a regular early out. Curses. I wanted to get out super early! You get it?

Well, it's the same thing. I am moving, and the choice where I'm moving is out of my hands. All I can do is hope for a chance to go to AF High, but yesterday my parents narrowed it down to six choices. They saw two yesterday, and are going to see four houses today. None of them are in the AF High borders. Just my luck, huh? The problem is, all my luck has been like this lately. Like Kaylynn and Brett not being able to come to my party on Friday night, and losing my 100 dollar bill, (I was possibly robbed, but I guess that IS in my hands,) and getting so many new assignments for school. It's a whirlwind of bad luck lately, and it's probably because I didn't wear enough green on St. Patrick's day. ;) Not really, I'm just....a bad luck carrier. Don't come near me, for it will rub off on you.

Sunday Power!!!

We got the entire front living room packed up, including fragile knick knacks, piano music, books, and pictures. All wall decorations came down today, and after my parents and their friends come back with food for me, we'll start on the living room and then pack up anything that needs to be packed downstairs. I think this is a good accomplishment, because for a while, it was pretty slow. I'm not sure exactly when we're moving, but we have to move. That's all I know, and I STILL don't know where we're moving, but it looks like it's going to be Provo....no!!!! Moving isn't fun, but when you move, it tends to mean more fattening fast food meals. :P They're going to Carl's Jr. Haha...I hope my chicken sandwich isn't cold. If it is, I'll destroy them. End of story.