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Getting hit on isn't the greatest feeling in the world.

So, it seems like whenever I go into Harmons, I get hit on by the employees that work there. It is a constant thing. I went in there yesterday and this kid hit on me. It's always the same thing. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I say no. They ask why. I say "I'm just busy." They always say, "NO WAY!" And also, they always ask how old you are. No matter what. I guess it's just a guy thing. I know that people might think that I am being rude or that I should enjoy this, but I really don't enjoy it. Maybe if it were a nice guy that I was attracted to and that was respectful, but they aren't. Jeez.

Also, a lot of guys are gross and pathetic. I met a few weirdos over the past week. I swear. I am so mean, but I really, really don't want to answer your dumb questions. Have you heard of GOOGLE?! And, please don't tell me about what you do in your private time. I don't care. I don't want to know. It's gross.

Okay, so for another matter, I started Fall semester today. My classes are Biology/Lab, Humanitites, ENGL 2010, MATH 1010, and Mortuary Science. I am going to be a Biology and earth science teacher. Hands down, that is the greatest profession for me. I can't handle the medical field. I don't think that I will ever be the same person that I was before my dad died. And, that's okay, but it's sad. :(

I hope that you enjoyed this lame post. I enjoyed writing it.

You'll always be my best friend.

I love you dad.

People getting hitched.

Why is it that so many people are getting married? Is there something wrong with me? I remind myself of Merida in the movie Brave. Her parents wanted her to get married and she didn't want to because she wanted to roll with the wind and shoot arrows and just have fun. I don't really have the desire to get married when I am a teenager. I just want to be free. Like Merida. When you get married, you don't have as much freedom as you would like. I am not saying that I am against marriage. I think that it is a beautiful thing... when you do it right. A lot of people are unhappy. Hmmm I wonder why?! Maybe it is because you didn't get to live before you settled down. I would never want to get married this young. Think of all the things that you can do without a man! I am in a band! I can stay out late! I can do things alone without having someone there constantly.

When I do get married, I have some qualities and things I would like:
1) I want to marry my best friend. I want him to know everything about me and accept me for who I am.
2) I want him to make music with me. Preferably guitar.
3) He has to have a strong testimony. The mission doesn't matter to me, just as long as they love the gospel as much as I do.
4) Style. Please, I just want a guy that knows how to dress.
5) Education. Oh, this one is huge. I want a smart guy. Not some dumbo.
6) Humor. I want someone that will make me laugh all the time without trying. :)
7) Compassion. I want someone that will love others the way that Jesus did. In fact, someone that takes Jesus' example at all times.
8) Someone that isn't controlling.
9) Someone that has integrity.
10) Someone that is chill and laid back.
11) No yelling please!!! :)
12) Someone that treats his mother and father very well! :)

This list could go on forever! I am going to stop though. But there are some important things to me!

Now that I got that out of my system, I will tell you a secret: I'm going to marry Matthew Thiessen one day. :) Just kidding. ;) or i'm not... :D

(I really wish that no one was offended by this post. I wasn't trying to hurt anyone, I was just stating my opinion. If you can handle getting married young, good for you! You are very strong and I admire that, because I really couldn't do it!)

Feelings inside my head.

Sometimes, I feel like I just want to cry. I feel like I am not eloquent in the way that I write. I feel like when I try to convey my feelings, they come out and sound like mush. My problem is that when I try, I fail. When I don't try, the feelings come out and flow perfectly like the wind. Why is that?

Why is that other people get to write and it comes out perfectly? Why is it that I always seem to have writer's block? Why can't I get my emotions out clearly? I'm not being honest with myself. I just need to be me. I can't try and write for other people because then it would not be meaningful.

I am going to try this week to be more creative and to just not worry about things as much as I have been.

It's never too late to start living.

Life is way too short.

My friend Jessika died on June 27, 2012. It was such a shock. It really shook me up. When I first heard about it, I cried. I didn't expect my reaction to be what it was like. I obsessed over her death and I still can't stop thinking about it.

I went to her memorial service today and it was amazing. They had people get up and share stories about Jessika. It was very uplifting and although sad, it was a very awesome way to remember someone. I wish I would have thought about that when my dad died. I shared a story about when we were little and my parents had to go to the hospital. Jessika's mom picked me and my brother up and we went to their house. I was very worried about my dad. He had a lot of blood everywhere, but Jessika took my mind off of the matter. We talked about music and laughed and I will always remember that. Also, we always called each other "dudette" and we thought the fact that our parents worked at eBay was AWESOME!!! :)

We moved away from each other, but we had facebook to keep us in touch. When my dad died, she messaged me and told me to text her so we could talk and hang out. I never did. I regret that so much. I really would have texted her, but my life was so hectic and I was so depressed. I hope that she knows that I feel so bad about that. I will never, ever do that again. I will always keep in touch with all my friends and family. I was just going through a bad time. (I still am.)

I learned from this experience that you never know the effect someone has on you until they die. She taught me that life should be filled with color and fun. She was the nicest person and she would give you the shirt off of her back. The world lost a bit of light.

I like to think that my dad welcomed her into the spirit world. That he told her not to worry and that everything was going to be okay. I can really see that happening.

I don't like death. Death is bad for the people left on Earth. They have no worries in the Spirit World. Life is hard, but it is hard for a reason. And how we live it makes a difference.

Thanks for reading this post! I love you Dad and Grandpa and I love you Jessika!

The Future Of Us

I am reading this book called The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Macker. It is very interesting. It is about these kids in 1996 that get an AOL CD rom (nostalgia!!) and put it in their computer and Facebook pops up. And it's 15 years into the future. They get to see who they marry and what their life is like. They get confused because their future selfs talk about ipads, texting, netflicks, Harry Potter, and other stuff like that. It is very good.

Their future changes with the little things they do in life. They can manipulate things. Everytime they log onto facebook, their life is different than it was the previous time they logged in. It can get confusing, but it is very good.

I like this book because it is meshing real life with fiction. This could never happen in real life. But, the people are real and likeable. :)

I am obsessed with this book. I read Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher and I will continue to read his books.

The moral of this story is just to live and not worry about what will happen in the future because life is too short to worry about it. And we can't worry about it.