"The Prestige."

TV Reviews

You have to kidding me. Elementary school? My dad's is Junior High level. Hm. I was excepted to said party. It was so fun.I left straight from track practice, in my B-E-A-utiful attire Lexi made me wear that day. I still haven't recovered. If only you knew how many strange looks I got the entire day. You would be crying. I wore red and white striped leggings, pulled up to my knees, with my Cat in The Hat sweatshirt. I looked like a Dr. Seuss character. To top it off, my foot-apparel consisted of my fluffy, pink slippers. From 4:00~6:00, we got ready for Bryan's surprise-welcome-home-and-late-birthday-party. It was so beautiful. We ate pizza, bread sticks, cookies, pop, and pie. we scooted around on scooters, danced, beat each other with balloons, played Guitar Hero, and made music videos at Kelsey's house. If I can, I will post the music videos on here. I can't even begin to describe them. After you've recovered from crying about my horrendous outfit, you'll start crying again from the beauty of the videos. We had to leave Kelsey's at 9:00, so we then migrated a block down to Wade's house. We watched his home-videos for a while, then we started watching Bruce Almighty, before the girls had to go; the boys were sleeping over at Wade's. Wade was censoring the movie for us, muting it when necessary, and muting unnecessary parts. So, all summed up, it was spectacularly fun.

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Now, when was the last time I posted? Too long ago. My birthday was happy, and Valentines was happy. Kelsey was my valentine. Yeah, baby. I have to prove to Wade and Sharpie that I'm a party animal. What? I know. Don't ask me. I'll tell you if I'm excepted. So things have been getting better. Compared to when the school-year first started, I'm so much happier. The school year's almost 3/4 of the way done. Can you believe it? I can't either. I'm not the background collage anymore. I'm making my way to the picture that tells the story. That reminds me-our extended stout family wen and saw Minerva Teichert's display at the BYU art museum. Mana came to visit that weekend. Sadly, she was sick most of the time, and wasn't able to participate in Fillmore's 'many' activities. It is my turn to be sick, with a sore throat, stuffy nose, and severe ear pains. I'm hoping I will feel better in time for the first day of TRACK tomorrow! Oh yeah, baby! There's also a fireside tonight that I wish to attend. Recently I've heard many people sympathize for me on how terrible it must be to attend meek little Millard High, and recent move-ins have also made their complaints. On the contrary, I prefer to have a small school. I know either everyone's face or name, if not mostly both. Walking to every class, I can say hi to at least 5 people. It's nice. If your good buddy's not there, you can still talk to someone you know relativly well, and they know you some-what, so it's all good. You're close with everyone, the only problem is your personal life. Everyone knows if you're in a relationship. Half the school will know who you like-after one day of school-if you tell ONE person. It's crazy, but I love it. Speaking of which, I don't like anyone, but I've still 'got my flirt on'. "Flirting is a womans' trait; she must always keep in practice." This is true you see. I need to go work on my Easter dress now, so TTFN. Today the sky was beautiful. I was riding into my valley on the bus, and all of a sudden I felt like I was bathing in the sun. The clouds that had hovered over me for so long had made a circle in the sky, and left a patch of bright blue right over my head. The way ahead was clear of clouds, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the sun shone behind me. It seemed to say, "See, I've been here all along, and you've nearly forgotten me. I'm right here, I'm behind you."