happy 24th...

Pioneer Day in Utah, celebrating the day the Mormon pioneers viewed the Great Salt Lake Valley for the first time from the mouth of Immigration Canyon (state holiday and I still had to work-at the Boy Scout office, no less, where we're supposed to be all patriotic-pffft-but hey, we only had 12 people come in, so next year we will probably not be open). My neighbors are setting off fireworks. Loudly. I don't go to watch-I feel like I'd be intruding since I wasn't invited and I didn't pay for them. Instead, I wrote something and found something from the 4th that I wrote. I didn't post it then, because Q had done the same thing and I didn't want her to think I'd stolen her idea. So now it's 20 days later. I think that's long enough. :)

Fireworkings
on July 24, 2009
Cannon shouts stop my heart,
relieving the constant drum
and creating a discordant
rhythm.
A rest from the steady beating.
Shells explode-
spill sparkling, streaming ribbons
of light-
Red as blood.
Blue as tears.
Proof that all darkness must end.
I cling to that.
Let it wash me away;
peace among the chaos.

Fireworks
on July 4, 2009
Explosions of color
paint the night
black canvas.
Streams of red, drips of blue,
splattered patch of white.
Green, yellow, purple, orange
burst loudly into life-
popping colors,
shining colors,
colors in the night.
Bold summer flowers-
flashing shades and tints
of every kind
in a garden of stars
and darkened air.
Blasting outwards into
giant blossoms,
showing off their
finery before
wilting slowly
downwards
back to Earth.
Wisps and tendrils of
gray-the only ghosts left
of streams of red, drips of blue,
splattered patch of white.
Softly, softly fading
from the black
canvas of night.

I don't know if they're any good, but again, I like them. The second one seems a bit happier though, doesn't it?

Summerfest Fireworks Show in June 2009

more like walking...

The parade was fun; I'm glad I decided to be in it with my dad. I met a lot of people and was able to play with the youngest Cub Scouts. Little boys like me for some reason (when I say little I mean ages 2-10). The weather was nice and cool with sunshine, not at all wet and soggy as it had been earlier during the day.

The pace was so slow. It wasn't because of the younger members of our group, but because of the older men. The pro-scouts and volunteer adult leaders walk so slowly! I had to keep yanking my dad along. I bet a snail could have outstripped us.

We had a lot of different flag types that the parade manager asked us to carry, so instead of one color guard we ended up with about three. There was a 1776 flag, a Union Jack, a flag from the 1800s, one for each of the military branches, troop flags, the 100th anniversary banner, and of course the present US flag. I didn't carry one; I was too busy taking pictures for Brother Jefferson (and myself). It was cool to walk past the standing, silent crowds as they saluted the past, present, and even the future. Technically they didn't have to; the actual parade color guard had all ready gone past. Still, it was neat. It was only at the beginning of the parade that it was like that (fewer people), but it was cool to be a part of.

I saw a lot of people that I knew. Sister Brewer, one of my good friends and wife to a Scoutmaster, yelled to me from the crowd, "Yay, Georgie!* It's about time you were allowed in scouting!" My dad's been involved as a leader since I was tiny, and even before I was born. Now it's my turn! I saw friends from school, too. Tiffany and Michelle were there with their families. Abbey and Amy (in my Ceramics and Adult Roles classes) saw me first and called to me. Brookelynne from first term Spanish was there, Meghan from Seminary was there, Whitney and Patrick were there. A lot of people in my neighborhood said hello, too.

The best part was seeing Tony and Alex. I saw Alex first; he was leaning up against a fence watching and I called hello. Then I saw Tony. I think he was happy to see me. I was glad to see him-I've been thinking about him for a couple of days. Just wondering how he is and what he's up to.

After my group finished, dad and I walked back up the route to find mom and my sisters. I took pictures of the floats as we passed by. I wish I'd gotten one of the Pirates float-it was a giant replica of the Black Pearl towed by a big truck. There was smoke coming out of the cannons, and Jack was at the helm. His crew were tiny kids dressed as pirates as well. I think that was my favorite-it was so cool!

I'm home now (duh) and it's pouring again. I wonder if the fireworks will be cancelled. A pity, really. They're usually quite good. Even if they aren't cancelled, I don't know if I'll go. The grass will be soaked! Besides...I'm tired and have a good book to read. :)

marching on...

I'm headed off to be in the Orem Summerfest Parade. I'm marching with the group of Scouts celebrating the 100th annniversary of scouting in the United States. Seeing as I'm now a "professional scouter" because of my work position, I'm allowed to join in.

I hope it doesn't rain. It's poured off and on all day. Maybe I'll get lucky. After all, my dad did give me his lucky "Button Gear" pin. He said that I need it.

Get it yet? :)

one giant knot...

I am so sore. Standing up for six hours is not good for you. At least not for me. Yeah, I'm at work with nothing to do (for the moment). The last rush just passed on, and I'm taking a wee break to write from work for the first time.

I'm also stressed out, which is weird because I have nothing to stress over. I mean, school's out for Pete's sake. My job doesn't give me any problems. What is the deal?

Yesterday fell through again. I knew that it was Tony on the phone because the first thing he said to me was in the general idea of "My friends suck." No big deal to me-just means more time to look forward for my time with him. He could keep on putting it off and I'd be happy. I mean, I'd know for sure that I'm guaranteed at least one day with him. :)

I am so sick of looking at clothes. I'm not the only one; Michelle, Alexa, and Savanne feel the same way. We cannot WAIT for this Buy One, Get One sale on all old uniforms to be over. It will be so nice to not have to look at and fold those over and over again.

Bye.

meme...

I was tagged by distracted by shiny objects over at Tidings of Magpies. Here's the rules:

respond and rework
answer questions on your blog
replace one question
tag eight other people.

1: What is your current obsession?
Current obsession, eh? Isn’t that a bit personal? What the heck, we have no secrets here. I suppose my current obsessions are: PB and J sandwiches, Pirates of the Caribbean (my father will agree with me-he’s gotten near to banning any mention of it at all), and looking through all of my past yearbooks.

2: Which item of clothing do you wear most?
Um-underwear? Lol, sorry. Probably my Scout uniform. Since it’s what I wear to work, the button-up shirt and green trousers are what I can be found in a lot.

3: What's for dinner?
I really can’t cook. And since it’s the last week of school, and we’ve got rehearsal tonight, and I’m going to a party-probably Wal-Mart sandwiches or more PB and J (two of my favorites).

4: Last thing you bought?
Gasoline for my car. And it wasn’t my money, which is always so nice.

5: What are you listening to?
I’m listening to the laptop make noises. The whirring of a well-oiled machine. I dunno.

6: If you were a God or Goddess, who would you be?
Me, but taller, skinnier, and pretty.

7: Favourite holiday spots?
I love, love, love Arches National Park, Moab, and the Indian ruins near Dead Horse Point. I love going to the Festival of Lights in Spanish Fork and the Festival of Trees in Salt Lake City at Christmas time. I love Disneyland and New Port Beach. I love going to St. George to see plays at Tuachan and visiting Zion’s National Park. I love Cedar City and the Shakespeare Festival. I love Nauvoo, Illinois and the temple there. I love, love, love, LOVE my grandparents home near Flaming Gorge.

Favourite places in the world? Take your pick. It’s funny how most of them are in my own state.

8: Reading right now?
Just finished the Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson, which was amazing. I’m now reading The Last Battle of the Icemark by someone who’s name I can’t remember.

9: Okay...what were you thinking about just then?
Who wrote The Last Battle of the Icemark. I still am thinking about that.


10: Who's your hero/heroine?
Hm…again there are a lot. Right now, I’d have to say Clara Barton. She was absolutely amazing, and she’s always been on my top ten list of people. I’ve loved her since I was eight years old, when I found a book that had been placed on the discard shelf at the library. First book I purchased by myself, for fifty cents. It has definitely seen a lot of love.

11: First spring thing?
Going outside to look at the lilacs. Ever since the summer I missed them (11 or 12 years old), I make it a point to go out to my backyard to see them.

12: Funniest thing you saw in your life?
That is so hard, but the one I keep thinking of happened last week when Tony got up behind Mr. Brown in class and starting imitating him. Mr. Brown put up with it for awhile, but finally threw his keys around behind his back at Tony. It was seriously one of the funniest things ever, to see Tony bust up laughing, the whole class fall apart, and Mr. Brown just stand there grinning like “Haha, I totally got you.”

13: Favourite film?
Wives and Daughters, The Mayor of Casterbridge, While You Were Sleeping, Amazing Grace, Prince Caspian, Surf’s Up…oh. It just said to list one. Well, there are way more than the six you see here. :)

14: Share some wisdom?
What is right is not always popular, but what is popular is not always right. ~Unknown

That quote was on the wall of a sewing teacher’s classroom at Payson High School when I was at a cast meeting for Singin’ in the Rain. I was ten, but I’ve never forgotten it.

15: If you were a tree, what tree would you be and why?
A willow. They can hide their faces from the world and sit in silence with their thoughts uninterrupted.

16: Fictitious characters who made a lasting impression on you?
I don’t know. For reals, I don’t. I guess I could say Sydney Carton from A Tale of Two Cities.

17: 4 words to describe you?
A work in progress.

Tag! ramblins, Chelsea, Woman in a Window, Summermoon, Maya, Kate, cuileann, and spider.

week in review...

Sunday: Went to church, listened to an amazing talk by Megan, a friend of mine who came home from her mission a couple of months ago. I'm glad I decided to go. It was great.

Monday: School sucks. At least I've got some good friends (yay for Multimedia corner of doom boys :) ). I didn't have to work. That was good. Later in the evening my sisters and I babysat for a single mom who has four kids, works three jobs, has two dogs, and is super stressed out. I helped each kid clean their room, tidied up the rest of the house, cleaned the kitchen, and played with each of the children and my sisters. I was happy to help my new friend out; the lady is super super nice and she has the greatest kids.

Tuesday: Woke up not feeling well. Tried going to school for third period but ultimately failed-I came home early after calling a neighbor to check me out. Meghan and her partner didn't win at State History Fair, and both were rather relieved. Mom told me to lay on the couch with the window open and watch a movie. I did. Picked Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl and enjoyed it so much that I watched it again when my family got home. I don't know if I like those movies because they're well made, or if it's just the fact that Orlando Bloom is so darn handsome. Maybe it's both. I suspect it's predominantly Orlando Bloom, though. We also watched the second film, which was good too. Again-Orlando has something to do with it.

Wednesday: Stayed home again. What? I didn't feel well, okay? Besides-I hadn't had a chance to watch At World's End yet. And I did go to work, Tuesday and Wednesday. So there. First cast meeting, which went all right, except for the fact that I ended up in tears three or four times from fear and feelings of absolute worthlessness. Thank goodness that my dogs were with us. Yes, Misty is Toto. Buddy comes because he gets so lonely when he's home by himself. I still don't know what I am. Neither does the director. *shrug* Whatever.

Thursday: SNM night!!! It was great-even though I did have to drive myself. Scary. Oh, well. A button popped off of my uniform, and I didn't have time to sew it back on before work, so I cheated. I put on a t-shirt underneath. Technically it's not official, and a uniform Nazi could have a fit, but too bad. I'm not going to work with an open shirt and nothing underneath it. Sorry. I also had to pay for gasoline because my dad forgot to fill it up before he left on his trip. Again. Second or third time he's driven it to empty. *sigh* Annoying, because my parents get on my case when I spend money for anything, even if it's food for the car. Oh, and I didn't go to school. I watched the same movies again. Tee hee.

Friday: Went to school. What a mistake. No, it wasn't too bad, actually. Just lame and boring and ughness as usual. Work wasn't bad, and I bought some bird feeder kits for my sisters. So far they're still on the table untouched. I should go get some wood glue and do them all by my onesy. Hm... I also brought dinner home because I was too tired and too unhappy to cook. Just pizza, cookies, and soda. Along with some grapes and carrots and stuff. We watched the first film again (need I type it out? Nope) and had a grand old time with our junk food and Will Turner squeeness. I finally got the Awards Assembly pushed out of my mind and all of the disappointment that came with it. I nearly got the issue of no Prom date off of my mind, too, helped by the presence of attractive pirate onscreen.

Today: More pirates!!! All three, actually. I think. No, just two and three. Sort of half-hearted attempt to clean my room (more like throw stuff in the closet and the crack between the wall and the bed to give an appearance of cleanliness, because I DON'T CARE), did not go shopping, did do laundry, and did shower. So most of my plans came through. Did not, however, find it possible to contact aforementioned Sparrow and Turner to help me locate my scribblings of poetry, so did not find the papers swallowed by the Locker of Davy Jones. Another time, perhaps.

And now-off to bed.

Oh, bugger! I almost forgot. I went for a walk in the rain today with my sister. It was quite fun, especially the part where I pretended to be a certain member of the crew (NOT Elizabeth, and seeing as she's nearly the only female, you'll have to figure out who it is I've made up, 'cause I'm not telling) who's soaking wet and helping to bail out the ship. Ah, the imagination. I took my camera and found some lovely wet flowers to photography. Perhaps I'll post them tomorrow. It was very enjoyable, though, even though I got very, very wet and my camera got a tad bit dripped on, too. Thank heavens for a gigantic umbrella and a sister who does what she's told. ;)

This post has been absolutely nothing but randomness. I'm having a hard time following it myself, and I'm the one whose lived out this blasted week.

NOW I'm going to bed. Maybe.

confidence...

I love bowling.

(I only took this picture because I liked the colors of the balls next to each other. :) )

I went again with my sister this evening. I got a strike!!! I also got over 100 points for the first time ever! Highest score in my life: 120! Amanda also got over 100, bowling 104 points. Her highest ever, too. It was so much fun. Before we went bowling, we went to Christopher & Banks so that I could look at the shirts that were on sale. I got two shirts and a vest. I'm excited. We also went to Hogi Yogi after bowling and got smoothies. She got Watermelon Wave and I got Peach Treat. They tasted a lot better until my mom told me that they were actually not very good for you. :P Dang it.

Work was all right. Mostly boring and at times nerve wracking. I did data entry a lot for something like inventory (reassigning items in the computer?). And then there were all of the people who came in to get stuff for the camps. It was crazy, and then dead, and then crazy, and then dead. Oy. I almost got yelled at by customers twice (one for prices, one because she had no money left on her account. like it's my fault) but Michelle saved me. Thank you, Michelle.

After work I sort of took a nap, watched more Bewitched, and watched M*A*S*H. Please enlighten me. Does the title have an asterisk after the H, like so: M*A*S*H* :? I can't remember. The one with it after the H looks better. I don't know.

Let's see. Did I do anything else? I forgot to take my camera with me. I missed out on so many cool shots. *kicks herself* Stupid! I'll just have to go back. Too bad-more shopping and bowling. That just sucks, you know?

So I keep thinking about somebody. Not that one. Another friend of mine, named Kevin. I woke up thinking about him, and I haven't been able to get him off of my mind. He's a good friend of mine, and I haven't talked to him in forever. Should I send him and email or call him tomorrow? He just keeps popping up in my head randomly. No lovey-dovey, gooey stuff. He's just circling in my thoughts. Kind of annoying, actually. Hm. I'll shoot him an email or something.

Okay. I'm done now. Sorry the poem sucks. I'm running out of ideas. This poem-a-day thing is hard.

appreciation...

From Q.


From Danielle.

Thanks so much to Q and Danielle for the "Fabulous" Awards. I really appreciate it, and this poem is dedicated to you both. It isn't much, but it's how I felt.

I now nominate Kate, decor8, Jewel, and Summermoon.

I keep getting the feeling that my Seminary teacher is trying to get me to repent or something. All General Conference I felt like I needed to change some things, but I could maybe wait until later. Well, Seminary this week has been all about repentance and godly sorrow, sins and the Atonement (for more info, email me at wannabkenobi at gmail dot com or check out the LDS official website at www.lds.org) Maybe it is a hint or something.

The Alpine School District Language Fair is tomorrow. Yikes! I'm in charge of a skit, called "The Red Bench" or "La Banca Roja". I'm so nervous, because one girl didn't show up to practice today and another doesn't know her lines. Oh, well. Since it's a Judged Event, my teacher is giving me the automatic 100 points for the term project we have to do, no matter what score the judges give us. Sweet.

I struggled in Science today. Not because it was hard. No, it was because I kept falling asleep, or almost falling asleep. I still don't want to hear the famous "Go get a drink" from Mr. Clark, so I forced myself to keep my head up. I about cried with happiness when he told the class to go take a break.

Lunch consisted of something that was supposed to be spaghetti. It was more like rubberized yarn smothered in an extremely sweet red sauce, which tasted more like Kool-Aid than tomatoes, and chunky imitation ground beef. At least I think it was imitation ground beef. I have no idea what it might have been. At least the roll was good. School food generally is palatable, if only just. I mean, it totally isn't worth $1.75, but hey, it's better than not eating anything.

Ceramics was interesting today. We're starting a new project, meaning we wasted the day. That's just what happens. Mr. Steadman showed us how to make plaster molds of objects that we can use for sculptures; I brought a tape measure. Brad, an amazing and I mean aMAZING ceramicist (that seriously is a word? It didn't show up as misspelled or anything), brought a lightbulb. Awesome, no? So we made molds from oil based clay (yick) and then filled them with plaster. Double yick. It was fun, I guess. Just messy.

I accidentally double charged a lady at work today, and she was mad. She was even more mad when she found out I was new, and told the full-time employee (Paul, at the time) that they shouldn't have a new person running the cash register. When he asked her how else I would learn, she walked out. *sigh* I don't mean to cause problems. Problems just seem to follow me around. Other than that, it wasn't bad. I kept dropping things because I was scared to mess up again, and finally the other Paul (part-time) sent me in the back to get belts. I'm good at stocking belts. And merit badges. Good at that, too.

Well, today wasn't bad, I guess. It could have been worse, and it could have been a little better. That is my analysis. ;)

I'm done.

merit badges...

Had my first major merit badge transactions today. Talk about a nightmare! Luckily the man knew all of them, so he told me the name as I held them up. I don't understand why the Radio merit badge has a lightning bolt on it; it makes no sense. I also was left all by myself on accident in the front of the store, and at that moment about fifteen people came in at once. One of them wanted stuff from the back room, which I could not find. Another needed help with uniforms, one needed merit badge help, on had questions, one didn't know what she wanted and stayed long after closing (meaning I got home late), et cetera. It was crazy, and I had no idea what I was doing. Luckily Michelle (I work with another Michelle! Cool!) was able to come out and help, and so was Scott. Paul came out, too. I was so glad for the help!

I don't really remember what happened at school, except that I dressed up in bell bottoms and a shirt with a peace sign on it to look like Jane Fonda for History, even though the actual roundtable thing was last week. Maybe he'll still give me extra credit. *crosses fingers* Oh, and Tony, Brian, and I totally wasted all of Multimedia by sitting in the middle of the room talking. The entire time. No joke. It was awesome. But it was weird when Tony asked me if I thought he was attractive. 'Course I do, but I wasn't going to say that! Weird! Adult Roles was pretty lame; we're doing a virtual stock exchange game thing that is a huge and pointless assignment. Oh, well. It's not hard.

Got some homework done, and then wrote that poem. I'm now going to bed.

'Night!

reach out...

I love this picture. I really, really do.



I could write more thoughts about how I feel about this picture, but I'm not going to today. I'm too tired. And since nothing much happened today, except going to school, work (met the entirely archaic vacuum and do not wish to shake hands with him again) where I ended up helping people and stocking shelves, going to the library for a lecture on the Passover with my family, and coming home to have dinner, this isn't a waste of a post. Maybe.

If I forgot something and remember it tomorrow, it will be noted when I post.

'Night.

work day 2...

All right. Second day at the Scout Shop, and I got there around 8:40. Door was locked, so I stood out in the snow until I realized that I could probably knock on the door and someone would let me in. Duh. Andrew, one of the people I work with, showed me around the store. In detail. It took about, hm, two hours? He knows tons about all of the products. It was actually really helpful, and pretty interesting. My back did start to hurt, which happens when I stand/walk around on hard surfaces for a long period of time. I didn't have any problems at the register today, and no one yelled either. I did have to work through the first session of Conference, which really sucked. I'll read the talks when they come out online on Thursday, most likely. Oh, this one lady came in and she seriously talked a mile a minute. I had to work so hard to understand her, because it was like IneedthisbookdoyouknowwhereitisandIneedthisshirtdoyouhaveitinthissizewhat'stheprice?
No joke. I don't think she took a breath the whole time. And Alexa, the girl I work with and went to East Shore with (no, we weren't messed up kids-we were taking extra packets to get more credits and I was taking PE so I didn't have to do the stupid test stuff at school for the government), and I had to watch this training movie called "Give Them the Pickle!" ... Wow. Talk about lame. Oh well, it was funny and I did laugh a couple of times. The most lame thing was that the captions were spelled wrong a lot. Sheesh.

I hurried home to listen to the last half of the second Conference session, which was good. After that, my mom, sisters, and I went to the mall at about 5:00. *cough* We didn't get home until 8:30. ARG!!! A little boy had a seizure outside of the store where my mom was trying on clothes, and my sisters and I were the first or second ones there to help. I went out just to make sure that he kept breathing, because if he didn't I needed to know that someone else might know CPR besides me. If not, I was there all ready, and if so, there would be two of us to help. The boy kept breathing though and came to shortly after the paramedics arrived. They took him to the hospital. I hope his parents are okay; they were freaking out, especially the dad. The mom not so much; she was just crying and telling her son that he would be okay. A lady who has epilepsy stopped to help as well, and she helped to get the boy on his side so he wouldn't choke. A registered nurse stopped as well, and she made sure that his vitals were good. The paramedics had the easiest job, to be honest. I'm just glad he was okay, and that he got help. Scary stuff.

Oy. I'm so sore. And I think I'm done...nothing else really happened today. Yep, I'm done.

work day 1...

Started work at the Scout Shop today, after staying home from school for a mental health day. Mom told me to, so it's all good. It went all right; it's just super confusing. I don't know all of the codes and numbers and blah blah blah to ring stuff up. Then this lady and her husband started screaming at each other right in front of my till, complete with the man picking up a neckerchief slide and throwing it down on the counter, then storming out. *sigh* So awkward. And rather frightening. It reminds me of how my parents sometimes acted last year, but it was always at home and my mom did the throwing.

Filled up the gas tank for the third time in my life for a grand total of $19.73. Sweet sauce. And went to the mall after picking up my sisters from their junior high school, where they saw the school play "Alice in Wonderland". It was finished around 8:30, so we stopped by Christopher and Banks (no, they do not sell old lady clothes, Meghan :P) and I'll be going back because they've got pants on sale, which I need. Then we went to Bath & Body Works. Talk about allergy factory. I just go there to buy conditioner for my hair; it's the one time I totally spoil myself. *smirk*

Let's see, what else happened today...oh! I almost got hit while driving four times. And no, it was NOT my fault-they all ran red lights. Or stop signs. Grrr. But my sister was more mad than I was. Pretty funny.

Interesting tidbit that I overheard while at the mall:

Relationship Girl-I mean, he hasn't even kissed me yet. What kind of a relationship is that?
Friend-You base a relationship off of kissing?
R Girl-Sure.
Friend-*snort* Seriously, one kiss and pretty soon that's all you do.
R Girl-So?
Friend-Fine. If you want to be one of those stupid, slobber mouthed, soppy eyed girls on the cheer squad, that's all right with me. I'll just sit back and laugh.

I didn't hear the first girl's answer. I just thought it was funny. No offense to any slobber mouthed, soppy eyed cheerleaders out there. ;)

All in all it was a pretty good day. Mom hemmed my uniform pants for me, so thanks mom! Dad's sick, so Get Well Soon dad!

I'm done.

officialness...

I am now a Scouter. Or Scouter employee. Whatever you want to call it. I went down to the office where I'll work now and got my uniform. It's really nice that the first one is free-the shirt and pants alone are $60. Socks are $5 a pair, belts are $15, patches and badges are $1.50-$6 a piece. So, the total should have been around $95, which wold more than cover my AP test balance. Scouting is expensive. I'm so glad that my first set was free. Phew. That seriously was a total shock, and a relief. I thought that they were pulling an April Fool on the new girl, but when they started taking off the tags and handed it back to me without ringing it up, I was almost convinced. It was when I was actually out the door and no cries of "Stop, thief!" followed me that I breathed again.

I am also in love again. Same kid, but new feelings. It's so weird. And stupid. I hate it. WHY WHY WHY!?!?!?!?!?!

Snowed again today. :( Blarg. I'm so tired of cold, dark, ughness. Looking out the window during second period was like viewing a slate grey chalkboard that had just been struck with an eraser coated in white dust.

I went to Mutual for the first time in almost three months. I pretty much had to; I'm a Stake Youth Camp Leader this year since I'm old. Haha. There are only two SYCL in my ward, myself and Brittan. We split all of the girls and leaders up into teams and played a Certification game, where we had to answer questions based on what is in our camp manuals. Pffft. Like any of us have ever actually read it. What nerds. Oh, wait. I read it. Three times, actually. We also played Truth, Truth, Lie. Here's what I put:

1. My favorite color is orange.
2. I get an "F" on my report card every single term.
3. I had a Golden Retriever when I was little.

Can you guess the lie?

I keep jumping from ecstatically happy to dangerously depressed. I wish it would be sunny again. Hopefully my family will be going to St. George this weekend for General Conference. At least it'd be in the 70s Fahrenheit (horrible wording, but who cares?) and not so dreadfully cold and dark. *sobs* And I really like that boy! STUPID, stupid, StUpId.