An ode to new friends and a beautiful baby sister.

Let me make something clear; I don't have a "baby" sister. Hannah will be 17 in October, but she will always be my baby! Even when she has kids of her own. She is my only sibling and even though we are very different, we have been partners in crime for as long as I can remember. When I was 2 years old I informed my mom she was pregnant. One night I was sitting in my highchair munching away on some dinner when I looked up at my mom and simply said, "Hannah's coming." I'm sure my parents were slightly confused seeing as I had never been one for imaginary friends and I didn't know any Hannahs, but it would take a few weeks until they figured out who "Hannah" really was. Soon after my mysterious declaration my mom found out she was pregnant, and when they found out it would be a baby girl they decided to name her Hannah. So...in essence, I named my sister when I could barely talk. Cool right? When Hannah was born I was very protective of her, and informed anyone that would listen that she was MY baby. Hannah and I have a mutual respect for each other despite our differing preferences for music, sports, food, movies, school, relationships, clothes...and just about everything imaginable. I just got back from school and one of the biggest shocks has been to realize that Hannah is not the baby I label her as any more. She probably hasn't been for the past 14 years, but that is beside the point! I love her SOOOO much and it is insane to think that my baby is growing up....eh. I'm going to brag about her for a minute :)

She is beautiful. She has amazing style-really, I don't know how she comes up with half the outfits she does, but she rocks them! Especially the colored tights. She is an amazing dancer-she hits up BSOB 6 times a week for ballet classes. She plays the viola AND mandolin. She just made the Utah Youth Symphony. Most of the musicians who audition wait and receive a letter telling them whether or not they made it. While Hannah was auditioning the lady stopped her in the middle of her second piece and told her she was in :) That's my girl! She has an INSANE school schedule and she is only a lil squashmore. Next year will be even crazier with all AP classes, early morning seminary, and on-line courses as well. I guess someone has to do it, and I'm glad it's her and not me! She has the voice of an angel. Sometimes she tries to hide it...good thing I have supersonic hearing and she belts in the shower. She is creative. She makes her own jewelry, paints, draws, sews stuff-like halloween costumes...if its artsy, she does it. She is sensitive! I'd much rather be related to someone that has a heart than an evil witch.

That's it for now. My sister's a pretty neat gal...what a shame she's related to me and not you!
Pause the player, we're switching tracks! The topic is: "Cool new friends"

Aight, so last night was an "Untalent Show" for my singles ward. I decided to bring 2nd in command, Sydney Rose Robinson. (Her middle name isn't Rose, and she's really not 2nd in command. We're on an equal playing field but saying 2nd in command just sounded more eloquent.) ANYWAY, I brought Syd along. The talent show was great, there was a lot of untalents, a lot of popcorn, and a lot of people to socialize with. At one point I was feeling a little parched so naturally I went to find a drinking fountain. I came across one and on the way I happened to come across Connor and Jeff; the coolest nose flutists I have ever had the privilege of meeting. We chatted in the hall for a while and then decided to relocate ourselves to North Canyon Park for a game of Ultimate. While at the park I had 2 significant lightbulb moments. 1) I don't miss high school and 2) Ultimate frisbee really is not my forte. The frisbee we used lit up and resembled a UFO. I'm going to scratch the bottom of the barrel here and say that all the color changing and blinking was the source of my frisbee retardation. I could catch it on occasion, but could not throw it to save my life. In order to be a functional member of society, I feel that having the knowledge necessary to throw a circular disk is mandatory. If you consider yourself a pro, hit me up. I'm growing desperate!

Even though the world didn't end today, our frisbee game had too hahah that was a Rapture joke for all you who are slower than most. Things led to other things and we found ourselves sitting on the ***cold***steps discussing the complexities of life. Meh...maybe that's an exaggeration. I was mostly talking with Connor and we were just discussing things. No complexities. I don't think Squidward and Jeff were either. This is what I heard of their conversation "aaglhdglhaga dgdafhdfghfj bh adfhdfn khopihf gBiggest Loser! aghadkgj fkajob bnjkvhafpioghg dhgiihie38r3y3yr 83ytyigalkh Patches! (Here Connor interjects with a witty rebutle in his cat's defense) agkh ggoah John Mayer. Pilot. 9th grade officer. ahgalgh adgh adghfih j" And that about sums it up from what I can tell. We covered quite a few topics but finally I had to say it, I was ***freezing***Connor may have mentioned it earlier, but there is a good chance I said something about him being a wuss and the confiscation of his man card. Once again we relocated, but this time it was to the boonies. RB's hot chocolate maker was broken, so we hit up some obscure 7-11 for a midnight hot chocolate run. More talking, more laughing, more incoherent jokes...I vaguely remember mocking Jeff's laugh and then cracking up over it. When it's late I tend to think I'm a lot funnier than I am....I like my friends, I'm glad I made new ones, I'm glad they forced the Grinch run out of me! Here's to a tightly knit bond because of it; and here's to things I like about them. It's a progressive list obviously. Just a little tidbit for starters.

Connor

Great style-bike chain bracelet included.

He has gorgeous eyes.

We crack the same kind of jokes! Nice to know someone shares my sense of humor.

Jeff

Dimples!!! I am a SUCKER for dimples.

He's a "cautious" driver :P

Funny. Funny, funny, funny. You can get some quality jokes out of this one!

BIENVENIDOS A MI DORMITORIO

Davis Blvd.

I just got back from a run in the rain. This whole day I have been complaining to my mom about how it is almost summer, and it is NOT supposed be raining like this. What is the point of being out of school if I can't lay out all day and get a step above the high schoolers on my tan?! Anyways, I decided to try something. Instead of complaining about the rain, why not enjoy it? Last spring me and my good friend Kyle took advantage of the rain. We would dance in it, go on scooter rides in it, and even made a "worm farm" to save all the worms that were trying to escape flooding. Hahaha we made a sign for their mason jar, named them, looked up what worms ate on the internet, everything! Hm...:) Good times. Anyway, I decided to take a page out of my own book and decided to go on a run. I ran up 1800 South, turned right onto Davis Blvd, ran all the way to North Canyon Road, then circled back to 400 East and down to my house. I LOVED every minute of it. As the rain started drenching my hair and running into my eyes, I was beginning to regret my decision but the wetter I got, the more I enjoyed myself! After I while I started seeing how wet I could really get. That is why now, as I right this, water is dripping off my forehead, down my nose, and onto my hands. I ran through puddles, let the tree branches swipe my head and arms leaving water droplets behind and just absorbed every freakin raindrop that fell from the sky. It was relaxing to see the clouds so low they were beginning to engulf houses, and to watch the raindrops hit the asphalt and break up into a million littler drops. All in all I'd say it was a good way to spend 30 minutes of my afternoon. I feel refreshed and rejuvenated, now it's off to body combat. Sydney, when you read this you'll know why I'm late :P haha I followed my crazy impulse.

If I were a gardner I'd put my "Tu-Lips" next to yours!!

LBS

10 GREAT things about this weekend.

1. Slumberin it up with Becca and Lauren in Provo

2. Tulip festival. Nothing better than looking at pretty flowers with a pretty friend! It was Gorgeous! Oh my lanta...I would love to take bridal or engagement pictures there someday!

3. Becca's...unique...plies.

"Aaaaannddd, take it to the street! Take it to the street!"

4. It is HOT-3 times.

5. Sunshine! Sunburns! SUN SUN SUN :)

6. BYU baseball game wif ma papa.

7. Walking. We walked SO much this weekend! 2 something hours while looking at flowers, finding our way from the condo to Alpine Village, to Macy's,  back to the condo. Plus the normal walking that is necessary on a day to day basis! 

8. When a certain someone received a phone call from another certain someone. Jumping up and down. Ceaseless smiles. Holding of the stomach (I suspect butterflies). Giddy laughter. 

*spying*

aw...so precious. One day I will find someone that makes me feel that way. One day...

9. I found out that Becca's condo is directly across the street from my apartment!!! YEAH! Maybe not directly...there is one other building in the way but if you had x-ray vision it would be. But still, it would take like 30 seconds to get there-running. 

10. zip, zip, zip, bong, zip, bong, zip, aaahhhsspppaaahhhhhhhhhahahahahhahahahbhhhhaahehuhuhuhahahapshhhhhah

Translation: The evolution of Becca's laugh. 

"That's not how laughing happens, that's how barf happens!!"

Who knew a personal trainer could be your life coach as well...?

Life lessons and important facts according to Zack:

Missionaries get fat.
Some go bald.
A "Dragon Slayer"is someone who goes to dance parties and makes out with the ugliest girl they can find.
If someone offers to buy you a drink, let them.
Don't cut him in line. He needs his Red Bull, his blood sugar is low and he's grouchy...blah, blah, blah.
Some trainers are copy cats, some trainers are just plain stupid and old. Especially Janice.
*He really doesn't like her very much...
Don't get drunk, you'll probably end up pregnant in the back of someone's car.
Don't get pregnant!
Do something useful and let your dad turn your room into a man cave.
Play time is over.

In Spite of the Cost of Living, It's Still Popular.

Sydney "Rose" Robinson: this is for you. You have something to do in class now!

My main mode of transportation this summer...

Yep, It's a longboard. Cute eh? I just noticed the font is different. And smaller. What de heck...Gah. I'm not really sure I want to bother with fixing it right now. Any way, a longboard. Lauren and I decided we are getting them, I think it fits! It'll be at my house when I'm done with finals and I cannot wait! I'll be cruisin the Boulevard (if you don't know where or what the Boulevard is you are obviously not from Bountiful), saving the environment, gas money and more than likely scraping up my knees in the process. Ah :) It is going to be a great summer, I have a lot to look forward too!

1. Aruba

2. Painting my room-more on that later

3. School!-Is it strange that I'm really excited....?

4. Friends

5. SUNSHINE

All I really wanted to talk about was how cool I'm going to be riding around B-Town, but I still have 17 minutes before we are leaving for Pirate Island for Karaoke. Here's some more random thoughts in the mean time. 

I'm not sure when I felt more stupid: When I dropped Jake's car key in Utah lake, or when I was held hostage in the dorms by some kid I don't know. Being held hostage sounds pretty bad, but my "disguise" made it even worse. Me and some friends (no names as to maintain their innocence) were out on the town pranking anyone who popped into our conniving little minds. Obviously when you are wreaking havoc you need to disguise yourself, so we were sporting bright red lipstick-we're talking firetruck red, 3D glasses with the lenses popped out, and hoodies. We were looking fiiiine....let me tell ya. Worst came to worst,  I was captured and relocated to a male dorm where I was interrogated. I mostly just sat there watching some other guys play nazi zombies while my capturer asked questions I refused to answer and called people on my phone. The whole time I was sitting there I kept thinking about my lipstick. WHY WAS I WEARING IT?!?!?! It was 2 am on a Wednesday night. The only other people to ever wear it were my partners in crime and cheep hookers. Probably...I think...I've never seen a hooker in person, but I'm assuming it would draw in some great clientele. It was sure bright enough...paired with a hoodie, glasses, running shorts, a floral headband and gray and yellow sneakers, I had quite the ensemble going on. Common sense goes out the window during high pressure situations, so it wasn't until after I made my escape that I realized that my combination of fashion "Don'ts" probably went unnoticed by every man it that room. I'm glad men aren't the most observant when it comes to clothes, make up, shoes, and all the things women obsess over. I get the most absurd sinking feeling in my stomach every time I think about seeing my captor face to face again though. 

He was cute. 

I ended the night with a slight fracture to my dignity, but hey, we'll get 'em next time.

Runner Assault

Summer is on it's way ya'll.

Halle freaking lujah. 

When it starts getting warm I prefer to run on the streets instead of a treadmill. Makes sense; you can hear birds chirping, get an early start on your tan, and get a breath of fresh air. The only downside: the obnoxious guy who holds on his horn as he passes you. We've all experienced it. You hear the honk, and the next thing you know you're sprawled out on the ground. When someone honks, you naturally turn to look. The sweat dripping down your face latches onto any and all pieces of stray hair as they swing around, causing a frantic scramble to clear it from your eyes. If not done in time, you proceed to miss the curb, stub your toe, flail your arms, and attempt to shoot a crusty in the drivers general direction all at the same time. Say you manage to make eye contact, if he's a smokin hot hunk of man, you will want to hurt yourself even more than you already have because you made yourself look like a fool. A feeble attempt to remedy this will be made as you wave and shamefully look straight ahead as you continue to run. If he falls in the category of "Sweet Spirit," you will want to hurt him. Yelling, swearing, or letting the bird fly are all common reactions here-pick your poison. 

If you want to talk to me while I'm running, try pulling over. If you're still interested after seeing a red face, crazy hair, and an outfit that may or may not match, props! You can now call yourself my friend. A) Because I will be thoroughly impressed at how ballsy you are, and B) You will offer me a ride home which I will gladly accept. Although our legs might be lookin good, only 0.5% of the female population actually looks hot while they run. For the other 99.5 % of us, please, let us be. I promise we look better while running that splattered on the pavement.