Melancholy feet.

I'm feeling a wee bit melancholy this morning. I suppose it could be because I, along with 15 other girls spent the evening in tears last night.

Yes, I think that's what it is.

No worries, nothing terrible happened, we are all alive and well. Then why were we crying do you ask? It's the last dance company concert. The 16 of us were crying because 9 of them are graduating. And truth be told, dance company next year is just not going to be the same with out them.

Dance company is like a pack of sisters to me and I love each and every one of them. So come tonight. Or tomorrow. To the concert we have worked extremely hard on. Maybe it won't be the perfect concert but there will be a feeling of love. And honestly? However corny this may sound, love really is the most important thing.

I love you girls.

Prom Polaroids

Well folks, it is the season of Prom! My junior prom was last night, accompanied by Josh. Here are a few of the highlights... and lowlights....


Highlight of prom preparation: Taking as long as I want to get beautified.
Lowlight of prom preparation: Cutting my finger shaving. (How did that get there?)


Highlight of getting made over by my dear friend, Janna: Getting made over by my dear friend Janna.
Lowlight of getting made over by my dear friend, Janna: None. Thank you Janna!!!


Highlight of waiting for Josh to pick me up: Chit-chatting with my parents.
Lowlight of waiting for Josh to pick me up: He may or may not have gotten lost so he was a little late. (See polaroid above)



Highlight of dinner at 'China Lily': the fortune cookie. I definitely love fortune cookies.
Lowlight of dinner at 'China Lily': I spilled water all over my dress.


Highlight of promenading the promenade: A few dance company girls were there to cheer me on. Love them!!!!
Lowlight of promenading the promenade: I was so focused on not falling flat on my face, I forgot to pose on the big giant X.


Highlight of the dance itself: Dancing crazy with my buds Christine and Verina. (Also, I loved seeing everyone in their pretty dresses- Everyone, I mean absolutely everyone looked stunning.)
Lowlight of the dance itself: We left too early. (I love crazy dance.)


Highlight of after the dance: Searching for 'Hey Soul Sister' all over the radio until I finally found it.
Lowlight of after the dance: When we came out, we found the corvet had been scratched.

Highlight of PROM: Everything.
Lowlight of PROM: Nothing.

Thanks so much Josh! You're a wonderful date.

THS d.co presents....

Alright so... my poster did not win- Christine's did. YAY! However, I'm so sorry I made such a big deal out of it! But- I'd like to think it came super close even though I have no evidence of this. However, the poster is beside the point. You should still come to the concert. Alright fine.... I'm freaking out a little bit because I don't know the dances as well as I should and my technique is pretty... blah, but that's okay! Come anyway! April 29th and 30th!!!!!!

(Besides... a lot can happen in a week and one day.
i believe in miracles! -- good song. There's no denying it.)

mon pere est moi parle part 2

"How was California?"
"Fine."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Seriously....?"
"I'm giving you chapter 2 for your blog!"

I got paid back. I am no longer a bad child.
Love you Paps.

mon pere est moi parle

"How was state drama?"
"Fine."
"How did it go?"
"Fine."
"How was it other than fine?"
"I don't know."
"Well what happened when you arrived at the school?"
"I don't know."
"Do I need to read about state drama on your blog?"

Oh dear. Someone needs to work on their communication skills and it isn't my Dad.
Snap.

s is for sarcasm.

Yesterday, one of my friend's told me the following in drama class: "You are the most sarcastic person I know." Snap. I can't help it. It's just something I do. I even remember my first sarcastic comment ever made.

I was in third grade. My sister had explained to me what sarcasm was the night before. A conversation between an innocent boy (who had absolutely no idea what was coming) at my table and myself went like this the following afternoon:

Tyler: Is plus when you add numbers?
Me: No, it's a chicken.

Good right? No. Eight years have passed and unfortunately, to this day, chicken's are my default sarcasm comment.

On a more serious note, my friend's comment got me thinking that maybe some people don't realize I'm being sarcastic. Maybe some people think I am one of those mean and hard hearted teenagers who refuses to enjoy the simple joys of life? Maybe they think I was born a rude and obnoxious person! Yikes. So today, I tried not to be sarcastic from 5:30 am when my alarm went off til 2:15pm when the bell rang at school. (I couldn't carry it on the rest of the evening. I truly felt like I couldn't breathe) Please believe me when I say it was not easy. I had to think about every single thing I said (which was extremely annoying) and I even slipped once. Okay twice. Alright fine, maybe three times. What difference does it make? Thankfully it was not higher than that because I was constantly being reminded of my endeavor for the day by my best buds, Mar and Erin by their constant, "YOU'RE BEING SARCASTIC!" or, "THAT WAS ALMOST SARCASTIC!" reminders. Thanks guys. You're both pals. (And I'm not being sarcastic.)

I am going to do my best to be aware of my sarcasm tomorrow as well. I think it will be good for me. After all, as the movie 'Little Miss Sunshine' says...

"Sarcasm is the refuge of losers."

Ouch.

I present to you...

My high school dance company is putting on the spring concert at the end of this month. As an assignment, we have to create possible posters. We each come with an idea or two and then we vote. I got a bit carried away. I created five. Whoops. So! I would really love your opinion on which ones I should bring to class on Wednesday. You can leave a comment, email me, facebook me, text me, or talk to me in person! I'd surely appreciate it. Thank you!!!

Exactly two weeks ago today...

I was up in the air. On my way to Newark, New Jersey. Blissfully happy despite the woman snoring next to me.

Now I am getting ready for school. First period is physiology.

This bites.

Gargantuan Apple

New York was amazing. So amazing in fact, that I keep on having New York dreams. (Last night I missed my stop but ended up making a friend on the subway so I didn't mind.)


I have been home for less than a week and it's been a good week- I love my parents and it's so nice to be home (except I did go to St. George on Wednesday with Mary and her parents) but there was something special about New York.


Maybe it was the fact that I was missing school. Or maybe it was the buzz of the city. Because believe me, there is a buzz. Perhaps it was the opportunity to spend a week with my dear friend and sister, Katie. Oh! And who could forget my love for flying by myself? (I do love connecting flights.)


I don't know. I'd like to think it was all that. And maybe a little more. I shall call it, 'fat apple pixide dust.' I have absolutely no idea what I want to do when I grow up, who I want to be and how I want to make my impact on the world, but maybe, just maybe, I could live in New York.

Alexander and Verns

Vernsy and I had a party last night. Well, we went to a party and had a mini party of our own. We started the night by prank calling our bff jill who is in fact out of town this week, and it slowly turned into a cave woman celebration. We ratted our hair (I hate that word: ratted) and took pictures that Geico would be proud of.


All edited photos created by... Vernsy: the master of disguise.

afros and amelies.

When my sister and I were on top of the rock in New York, I saw a girl with a fro. Then, today, my friend posted pictures of herself on facebook with... a fro. I want to play.

Yesterday on the plane, I watched the movie, Amelie. It's the cutest movie ever! Yes, yes, I had to read subtitles the entire time but I still enjoyed it. Thank you Audrey Tautou.

In this fabulous movie, photo booths are essential to the story line. It inspired me to do my own.

The desire to have a fro (however, my fro is rather flat and instead turned out looking like savage curls... pity) and the longing to go to a photo booth could only produce one thing:

Cafe Lalo

Last night, Katie and I went out of our ways a bit to go to

Cafe Lalo.

This is THE cafe in one of my all time favorite movies, You've Got Mail. It was so darling and the food was very Mediterranean. Wondeful evening.

Tears on the Train

I'm not one to post sad blogs because frankly, I don't like sad things. So you should understand that when I do post a sad blog, I mean it.

If I could just take a minute and step back from my vacation with my sister Katie, I will tell you that I cried on the subway today. I don't even consider myself to be an overly sensitive person but sometimes, life just happens.

An elderly woman stepped into the subway car today with a painful limp and said merely one sentance about providing an Easter for her children before the tears fell down her face. As she slowly hobbled through the people holding onto the poles and bars, recieving a dollar here and a dollar there, she kept crying and so did I.

This isn't the first time on this trip someone has asked for money on the subway. I have been preached to and sung to by strangers to which I keep my head down. But something was different about this lady. I wanted to help her in some way but I couldn't.

What is the series of events that leads someone down the road to begging for money on the subway? Do they look in the mirror before they go out in the morning, and tell themselves it's going to be okay? Because... is it? No. Not really.

Sometimes, I really can't take the sadness of the world.

Empty Subway Car