Hut 2, 3, 4!

Since it's the summer, I figured it was time to get into shape.

I don't want to be a house ridden couch potato!

After a few weeks I thought it was really boring just running forwards and backwards on the elliptical (running backwards is so painful too, WOO).

So I decide to go through my Mom's workout DVDs and videos.

I've felt ridiculous dancing to the beat while I do simple but embarrassing dance steps.

Yesterday I did Boot Camp Workout DVD.

Note to readers: If you fail to have weights, use remote controls
(Note: They are NOT effective at all)

Let's just say, everything BUT my arms are SO. SORE.

It hurts to laugh. Do you have ANY idea how much I laugh?

I accidentally kicked the elliptical while I was doing my roundhouse kicks.

WHOOPS

I nearly punched the lamp AND the elliptical.

DOUBLE WHOOPS.

I think there should be a warning label at the beginning of the DVD...

"My biscuits are burning!"

So last night I was up late last night.

All of the windows were open.

All of the lights were out.

Except ONE.

I was on the internet and I smelled something burning.

I investigated outside.

I investigated the rest of the house.

I finally realize... something like this happened.



All of the bugs that were attracted to the light.

Some of them were dumb and ended in a crispy death ON the lightbulb.

Tasty!

"You just lost the game."

AHOLA!

(Now if this was a introduction in a talk you guys would say AHOLA! back.)

Yesterday I was able to go to a Stake Mutual Luau, and I must say...

IT WAS THE BOMB DIGGITY.

Macy and I got food and we cut quite a few people...
Heh heh heh...

I mean, they weren't paying attention to the line so it was obvious that they didn't want to eat!

I noticed a certain male was there that I wish that wasn't...

(If you really want to know what I'm talking about just ask)

He was being a BIT of a creeper.

Good thing I had my trusty shades to hide underneath!

Then of COURSE when they announced a Hula Hoop Contest I became less discreet and jumped right up!

I could have gone for hours, most people don't know my skills I have.

Multiple people went down.

I yawned.

We had to move around.

I took off my shoes while hula hooping and started to do spins and walking around the 'stage'.

The last person besides me was just slooooowly moving.

Then I lost my balance for a second and people thought I was going to drop and everyone GASPED.

I regain my composure and people cheered.

Then I pretended to be a plane with my arms and soar... it was quite fun!

Finally the other girl stopped and I was able to show off my tricks!

Hula hoop from my waist to my neck.

My neck to my arm.

Back to my arm to my neck to my waist.

Waist to my knees.

Then my knees to my feet and I started to skip.

People cheered and I felt triumphant!

So much for going unnoticed and hope that this certain male doesn't talk to me!

Then we learned a hula dance and Angela, Anna, Kelsi, Macy, Stacie, and I started to do our own interpretations of the movements... (I'm guessing I'm forgetting a few people)

Sorry, but you just had to be there. xP

Then we got to choose different stations and most of us went to KARAOKE! ALRIGHT.

We sung N'Sync, Lady Gaga, Avril Lavigne, Glee, and others.

Let's say it rocked.

THEN.

AFTERWARDS.

WE.

*drum roll*

WE HAD OTTER POPS!

No... Well, we did, but that's not worth drum rolling about!

*drum roll*

Watched a Fire Dancer perform and it was the coolest but scariest thing in my life!


Then again, I was in the first row and he got right in our faces.

(I was praying that his hands wouldn't get all sweaty and he would throw the two-sided fire baton into the audience and the mutual would end on a negative note, he didn't. HOORAY!)

Then, he asked if anybody wanted to take a picture of him and I was like YES PICTURE TIME!

I was the last picture takee with him, I felt special.

Note to self: Get that picture...

I'll post it if I ever get it.

Then Melissa, Anna, Merry, Dawn, and Marissa and I drove home in Sister Watts car.

Well, and that's just ANOTHER story...

ALOHA!

"Highlight of graduation: Being hit in the face with a cap."

This one is for you Heather:

I haven't blogged in a LONG time.

BUT it's the summertime so I might as well blog at 1am.

But just to let you all know....

I've graduated high school.


WOO HOO!

""I haven't shaved in like 4 days and my leg hair grows so fast it's gross! Would you like to feel it?"

I love reading, walking on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick. - Emo Emily

I may not be Emo Emily anymore at camp, but I do like doing those things! Yes, poking dead things with a stick too. Don't judge.

But I'd like to focus more on the walking on the beach part.

On Tuesday my family and I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

It was the BOMB DIGGITY.

While we were driving there I saw the ocean and I pointed proclaiming I wanted to walk on the beach!

Yes, it MAY have been 50 degrees or so, I didn't really care.

Also, we had nothing to wipe our feet off if we ever did go to the beach, so I was trying to figure out what I could use instead. No ideas, oh well.

We go to the Aquarium and we see a few hot pink flamingos...


A few seahorses...


A few jelly fish...


A few SEA OTTERS... <3


A few penguins... but I just sat in a 'penguin's egg' instead because it smelled.


After wards we went to Toll House Ice Cream since we were all hungry. We all got hot fudge sundaes. While I was waiting I noticed that they had a substantial amount of napkins.

"Psstt. Mom, grab some napkins. Give them to me so I can stuff them in my jacket!"

Lo and behold, I found out what I can wipe my feet with at the beach... it beat the scary mask in the trunk of my Dads car.

The door was open so there was always these pesky pigeons coming in and out that freaked my Mom out. Especially when they took flight. xD So go Mom, she ate quickly!

We go to the beach and as we park we notice some *questionable people hoovering around the parking lot.

*AKA Homeless Potheads

Let's just say we walked very quickly to the beach.

My facial expressions looked like this when I got into the water...

or..


Yeah, you get the picture. haha After I was done frolicking in the water I got a piggy back ride from this handsome gentleman.

Notice the napkins in my pockets. He was also carrying my shoes so he hid them behind his back. Tee hee!

Not only did he give me a piggy back ride, he also helped me get all of the sand off of my feet with said napkins.

While we were walking back I noticed the questionable people were still there. So I brought up a conversation.

E:"So... what are we going to do if those guys attack us?"
M: "We can throw that branch at them!"
E:"It'll be a bit too far for us to reach if they attack us..."
M: "We can throw those sanded napkins at them!"
E: "Well, I can use my nails and attack their face. I did stage combat so I can kick them-
M: "in the groin!"
E: "Yes I know that, also I can use my elbow since it's one of the stronger muscles. Okay Dad what are you going to do?"
D: "I'd watch! -laughs-"
"Thaaaanks Dad. Now don't blame me if we do get attacked by them!"

We didn't woot woot! Or we probably wouldn't be there. They looked so questionable.. and smelly.

But if I ever live in the Monterey area and I become homeless I know where the coolest hangout is. xD

"BRAAAAAAAINS!" "Actually... I prefer bread."

Yes, we ALL know that I haven't blogged in forever.

So I guess I owe it all to you guys what has happened recently.

At Christmas I got a cell phone...

... I was so happy I cried. d= Tee-hee!

If you want my number you can ask for it on facebook.

About 2 weeks ago I sprained my knee. Exciting right?!

Now I'm going to tell you 2 stories and I won't tell you which one is the made up story...

The first story:

We're doing the musical Footloose, and I was bored before practice started. We have these 5ft and 8ft platforms on the stage so I decided to chase Lizzi. She made the jump from the 8ft to the 5ft platform, so did I. While we tried to go from the 5ft platform to the 8ft platform it didn't go too well. I almost made it. My toes went on the platform but slipped causing my knee to slam down on the platform, and I fell to the floor hitting my tailbone and head. I cried from the pain and surprised I didn't get a concussion.

Then the second story:

I was wearing ballet flats and Lizzi and Afari noticed that my reaction was quite amusing when they stole my shoe. I retrieved it. Then Afari took my shoe again and I raced after him in the very slippery lobby. While he makes a quick right I attempt to do the same but since I had no grip I slid and twisted into the air as I was running through the door. I somehow managed to hit my knee, elbow, tailbone, and head on the way down. I started to cry from pain and no one was around and it was a while before people found me.

Which story is the right one?

So I have a knee brace to wear when I'm doing strenuous activity woot!

That's all. [=

"You hit something and yell about it. That's how music was formed."

I should really start blogging again...

I have so many adventures to tell...

NAWH.

"Goldfish and saltine crackers got married and had a baby named Cheese Nips. [="

I'm not the type of person to get mail. Unless it's a letter from school, a reminder that I have a dentist appointment coming up, or a letter from Ben. Ben and I e-mail so I haven't gotten a letter in a long time.

My Mom told me I got mail and she placed a small envelope in my lap and I assumed it was a letter from Ben, same size so I didn't really think much about it.

I open it up and it looks like this:



Um.. Elder Caj Johansson who? Why is he giving me ribbon? How did he get my address? If he knows me then why didn't he write down my last name?

Of course, I do what all teenagers do and see if he has a facebook. He does, he goes to BYU, and he graduated high school in 2009. Wait what, he lives in Michigan? I've never even been there much know where it is?! No mutual friends? What's going on here?

Ben is in Baltimore, Maryland, he's in Argentina? But yet the stamp says he's still in the USA? Even though he's been a missionary for almost 5 months now? [It's amazing what you can do when you Google his name. HELL-O, family blog!]

I'm so confused... and a bit creeped out.

"Three is my favorite color!"

If you want to be amused for 3 minutes and 45 seconds, you should watch this.



I promise to you all I will have this dance memorized by the end of the year.

"At 11:11 on 11.11.11 I will make the most epic wish EVER."

Wow, it's 2011. Crazy.

I have lived in three decades, two centuries, and three decades and I'm not even 18 yet.

Today, it is 11 months and 11 days until my birthday. My 18th birthday will be on 11.11.11 and it is 1.11.11. Today is pretty dang awesome, AND I saw 11:11am today. 11:11pm is just 23:11 truthfully. 2011 is going to be an awesome year, I already know it. But it's going to take me forever to put 2011 instead of 2010.

I've done quite a few firsts already.

First injury: Headache from headbanging too much, and sore throat from screaming.
First slow dance: Mark Fisher, Home by Michael Buble.. I think
First epic fail seen: Chelsie trying to touch the dance floor's ceiling and she fell twice.
First text message sent: To everyone I sent, "Happy New Years!!!!! [=" to.
First sleepover: Chelsie and Stacie. Thank you Stacie for kicking me in the head, neck, and back and crushing me against the couches headrest. I love you too.
First food eaten: Licorice and Cookies N Cream candy bar
First kiss: Hasn't happened yet.
First hug: Mark or Bryce?
First bed time: 3:11am
First blog post: This one?
First facebook status: '"Mark: "Don't you love how Morgan Hill smells like mushrooms?" Me: "...I thought it smelled like spring rolls..."'
First time crying: Today because of onions.

This year is going to be interesting.