8-13-10

That's right people, it was a THOUSAND degrees outside.

Just kidding. But it did get up to about 115 degrees. I'm so glad it's not humid here, that would be heck.

I am just going to keep on doing these little random posts until I get the pictures from the farm. WANDA.

I am finally starting to get used to the school. I don't feel AS small as I did a few days ago. People are definitely more eccentric there. The food is good (ish), the halls are crowded, and cheerleaders do not walk around in their uniforms all the time like they do in movies.

I have an issue with these cups. At school if you even say black, people accuse you of being racist. My friend Veronica is Hispanic and has brown skin. So every time she would come over, I would give her the clear cup in case she thought I was being racist by giving her the brown cup. I told her this one time and she laughed. Hey, I was just being careful. Now, I make sure to switch it up now and then. I give her the brown cup sometimes.

And... I am still waiting for the pictures. WANDA.

I must go now and TRY to finish cleaning my room.

Primer día de clases.

Today was my first day of school at the high school. It was so weird! I felt like I wasn't supposed to be there. I felt so small and insignificant. But it's better than the middle school! And you know what stinks? We are the youngest class in the school, and they pick on us! Grr... it makes me mad.

I didn't know what to do with all the time I had at lunch. I basically just sat around and wandered around the school.

La dee dah... school. School started too early this year. OH MY GOODNESS! I really need to clean my room. I still haven't unpacked from my trip from the farm. Which reminds me, I still don't have the pictures from the farm, so you will just have to wait.

Not a really eventful post... I wish we had the TLC channel so I could watch Say Yes to the Dress. It is so entertaining.

Farm girl coming through.

I just spent the last week and a half at my friend's families farm. It was so much fun! I'm WAY tired, but I'll live. My camera was being dumb, so my friend took all the pictures. I won't have them for another few days, so you will just have to wait to hear about it. The important thing is, I had fun. Even though I'm sleep deprived and burned. Oh yeah, and tan.

School starts in TWO days. I cannot believe it. High school. Weird....

Polina Seminova!!!

It rained a little last night. I didn’t know it until my dad opened the back door and the fresh scent of rain flowed into the room. It made me instantly happy! I quickly ran into my room, opened my window, turned off the fan, and let that wonderful scent fill my room. Then I turned on some classical music, and danced.

I wish my room had wood floors, then I would have put on my pointe shoes and practiced.

Dancing and the smell of rain blend so well together, it amazes me. Even though my room was getting humid and hot, it almost felt like I was in a dance studio. Mmmm... I love dancing. One of my all time dreams (I have a lot of them), is to dance in the rain. Not just twirl around, but actually have a costume and choreography. I’m sure it would be hard, but it would be awesome!

I’m sure I have explained my view on dancing to you before, but I’ll do it again.

Dance is; grace, discipline, strength, flow, beat, beauty, balance. You have control over your body, and if you hold yourself just right, you will dance beautifully. For me, I have my good days and my bad days. One day I will be messing up on every combination that we do, the next I will be hitting every beat just perfectly. I love it when my teacher choreographs a beautiful, flowing dance where there are a lot of difficult steps and you have to really concentrate.

When I dance, I’m in my own little world. I am not very good at remembering combinations, so I always mess up. One time, we were taking a break and my teacher had some music playing. I knew the song and at the moment when the music swelled, I threw myself into a made up dance that included every difficult step I could think of. Surprisingly, I did them all perfectly and ended it when a little curtsy. I had been so in tune with what I was doing, that I didn’t know that everyone was watching me. I became embarrassed and quickly went back into my shy little self. My teacher was standing there with wide eyes and said: Well now how come you don’t dance like that all the time?

I guess I hold back, which frustrates me. I have been shy all my life and only just now am I beginning to come out of my shell. I still can’t give dancing my all just yet. I think this year will be the year where I really come out. I’m excited and scared at the same time.

Dance is AWESOME.

I think if I could, I would watch this video ALL DAY!

La dee dah-ing.

This is just one of those posts.

Well… I just had the sudden urge to do a post. You ever get those urges? I need to write, I need to write! That’s how I feel. So, I write. I don’t know exactly what I am going to write about yet. Let me think…

Peanuts. I have a love-hate relationship with them. I found out I was allergic to them when I was about four or five. I've haven’t eaten peanut butter since. That doesn’t really matter because I never liked peanut butter in the first place. I used to eat salted peanuts, but now? Blech. No thanks. But then again, I love Reeses Buttercups. What can I say? They are delicious and addicting.

I can tell who is at the computer from another room. No, there is not a little peek hole looking into the office. I can tell by their typing. Both my parents learned to type on a typewriter. You have to bang on the keys to get any type of result from the typewriter it seems. My dad types like this: CLACK CLACK BANG CLACK BANG BANG CLACK. My mom types like this: Clack clack clack…..clack..clack clack….clack. Apparently she grew out of the banging. And another thing, I can also tell if my dad is eating chips in the living room from inside my room with my door closed. He is a pretty loud chomper.

Just a little peek into my past, I used to be a MAJOR tomboy. MAJOR, I’m telling ya. Everyday I would wear: sports pants, a t-shirt, tennis shoes with socks that hit an inch above my ankles, and my white CTR bracelet. I also never let my hair out of a ponytail. I had straight across bangs and they were always in my face. Now that I have established that I was a major tomboy, onto my point (which took me a minute to remember what I was going to talk about). I used to be VERY self conscious of my feet. That’s a weird thing to be self conscious about, right? Well I was. I think once I got into second or first grade, my family didn’t see my feet again until 7^th grade. I was so self conscious about them that I even wore socks into the baptismal font. Every time I would go swimming, my family would yell: HEY LOOK! IT’S MEGAN’S FEET! I just had to tell you about that.

When I went into 6^th grade, I decided that I needed to grow out of my boy clothes and start looking more girly. I got rid of almost every piece of boy clothing I had, got a new sparkly wardrobe and painted my room a bright yellow. I even had green and pink curtains. WORST THING I EVER DID. Not only did my room color annoy me and keep me from sleeping well, I also felt very uncomfortable in my new wardrobe. I’m not a big fan of sparkles or pink. Which is basically what all the clothes were. I also let myself be introduced to JEANS. I had never liked them. But, I decided to try them. BEST DECISION CONCERNING WARDROBE. I now love them and wear them all the time.

Well, long story short, I switched rooms, I got swoop bangs and layers, and I still had my new found girly awkwardness until about 8^th grade. I think just this year is when I decided that girly is not the path for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love to dress up on Sundays, but all throughout the summer, I haven’t worn one girly piece of clothing during the weekdays. I think simple things are more my style instead of shirts that have hearts and cherries on them. I also went back to straight across bangs. I find that I like them better and they are more me. WOO! I have discovered my fashion ways!

I have always wanted to learn the art of swordplay and archery. It’s been a dream of mine for ages. But for now I will just have to rely on the art of ducking. But will I ever get in a fight where it involves swords or bows and arrows? I doubt it, but you never know, the world is a strange place.

I also want to learn how to weave beads into things.

HOW ON EARTH did people way-back-when keep their hair so perfect? It must have taken hours! Just sayin’.

And that’s all I have to say for now.

Rock on.

Granule Void.

(Dad)

In other words, Sand Hollow.

I'm not saying I don't like Sand Hollow, I just needed a more creative name for this post. Hence, Granule Void.

My Aunt Nanette, her daughter Dana, and her two kids came for a visit while traveling to California. We thought we would have some fun while they were there, so we went to Sand Hollow! This was the first time we have taken our boat to Sand Hollow. We usually go to Quail Lake. But Quail doesn't have any good beaches, and Sand Hollow does. So... Sand Hollow is where we went.

I've only been there a few times, but it was really fun!

We stayed around this little "oasis". It was so cool! The water was just right and there were even little fish swimming around us!

Since we had the boat, of course we had to go tubing! I didn't get on the tube, I've never liked tubing. But I won't talk about that.

Nathan. He was being stubborn and wouldn't get on the tube. But he still had fun!

Madelyn had a BLAST!

Mwah.

Ava. I think this is a hilarious picture.

Mark and Dana

My dad even let Nathan drive! He also let Dana's son Jordan drive. They had a lot of fun!

Random picture of me.

Mark and Monica took the kids for a ride.

Then Mark went by himself. It was crazy! This picture was taken right as he was about to fall off.

Hi Ty.

Playing on the beach...

Ignore my white legs.

After we were at the beach for awhile, Mark and I walked over to the cliffs. We decided not to take our shoes (TAKE YOUR SHOES). Our feet got BURNED. I was hobbling like a old person the rest of the day.

I don't know if you can see the redness. Lemme tell ya, it hurt. We jumped off the cliff three times. It was fun and scary at the same time. I would have to sit there for awhile before I could get the nerve to do it again.

We decided to swim back. I didn't see a rock and whacked my shin on it. It hurt pretty bad, but it's better now.

LUKE! Dang he's cute.

Nathan and Madelyn were having a blast swimming around.

Aunt Nanette and Kate

Dana

Jordan

Our truck had some pretty big mirrors. And thus, this picture was born.

Awesome.

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1 in 14,000 things to be happy about.

Rereading old letters, magazines, and books

Some of the books I always reread are: Ella Enchanted, The Wild Mage series, The Twilight series (yeah, I read 'em), The Miracle of Forgetness, Trust in Thelma's Way, and many many more. Good books, good books.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I just like to be alone with my thoughts. I'm not really what you would call a people person. Today I looked outside my window and thought: Wow! What a beautiful day! Pay in mind it was still a hundred degrees outside, but it looked pretty! So I walked outside and wandered around my neighbors' yards, taking pictures of flowers. Turns out, during the summer there aren't very many flowers. It's too hot for them in Hurricane. But there were a few pretty ones.

I wandered around for about an hour, just walking around the neighborhood. Sure, I was hot and sweaty afterwards, but it was peaceful and quiet. I like to think, I'm a thinker. I like to go into deep thought. When I do that, I usually close myself up in my room, lay on my bed, and listen to classical music.

I don't really know why I am telling you this... I guess it is just to explain why I am so distant sometimes. Thinking... I like it. I also like to be alone. I guess deep thought and being alone sort of tie in together.

Deep... thought... is coming onto me....

Good day fellow thinkers.