So I’ve decided that I can’t really think of anything to write. So I’m going to talk about my favorite things.
Favorite things:
#1 My Family
I love my Family. I don’t know where I would be without them. They’re so supportive. My Mom is just amazing. She’s always there and she knows exactly what to do. I mean, when I had my anxiety attack thing a while ago, she knew what to do. And when I’m sick she knows that I just need some rest and chicken noodle soup and I’ll be better in no time. I just love my family. I love them more than words can express. My little sister is really easy to get along with. Sometimes we fight, but most of the time we get along pretty well. The very first day I got my licence, I took my sister to a movie. We had so much fun! My Mom was worried, but it all worked out all right. And my Dad is just amazing. He’s such a great Dad. He’s a really excellent breakfast maker. His egg mcmuffins make my heart sing because of how good they are! So I just love my family. They’ll always be there and that just gives me a certain comfort knowing that I’ll always have them to rely on.
#2 Friends!
Friends are so much fun! I have way too many to name them all and say happy things about them. Without friends, life would be no fun! I would have no parties to go to, no one to talk to when I was lonely, and no one to laugh hysterically with when I need a good laugh. I just love friends and I’m really glad that all of my friends are so good at keeping their standards high. I love being able to feel comfortable with my friends because we all talk about appropriate things. HOORAY GOOD, CLEAN FUN!
#3 Singing
I’ve already told you how much I love to sing, but I guess I’ll tell you again. It’s my passion. THE END.
#4 Guitar Hero
Wow, do I love that game. It makes me feel like a rock star! It’s so cool when you get an amazing note streak or a really high percent. You just feel cool. End of story.
Well I have to go now so I’ll finish this list later when I think of more favorites!
This is Fluffy signing off! Peace out.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
The Crazy Ladies!
All right, so the crazy ladies is us. :D Our volleyball team had some serious hyperness issues today. IT WAS AMAZING!! We played like we've never played before. We were on one today, and it was spectacular! We are the only team that is undefeated. Yeah that's right. You can mark that one in the record books.
I was actually kind of worried that we wouldn't have enough players. It was about 5 minutes before our first game and we only had 3 girls. But by the time the game started we had 7. And I think we had 9 by the end of our games. It's so different than when I was a beehive. We had so many girls. I think we had 60 in our whole young womens, and 40 that actually came. We had enough girls that came to volleyball to make 3 teams. We were lending our girls to smaller wards right and left. So it's different now. Not bad. Just different. I kind of like the smaller ward thing though. We have more opportunities to be a close ward. And we are. I love my ward. And we rule at volleyball!
So pretty much the only reason that we do so well is because of our sportsmanship. Kudos to the girls. We congratulate everyone. If they mess up, we give them a pat on the back anyway. We cheer just as loud for the weaker players on our team. And even when someone does get mad, we let it blow over and in 2 minutes no one even remembers it.
So the moral of the story is that I love being on a team with good sportsmanship, it makes being posotive a lot easier. GO VOLLEYBALL GIRLS!
I was actually kind of worried that we wouldn't have enough players. It was about 5 minutes before our first game and we only had 3 girls. But by the time the game started we had 7. And I think we had 9 by the end of our games. It's so different than when I was a beehive. We had so many girls. I think we had 60 in our whole young womens, and 40 that actually came. We had enough girls that came to volleyball to make 3 teams. We were lending our girls to smaller wards right and left. So it's different now. Not bad. Just different. I kind of like the smaller ward thing though. We have more opportunities to be a close ward. And we are. I love my ward. And we rule at volleyball!
So pretty much the only reason that we do so well is because of our sportsmanship. Kudos to the girls. We congratulate everyone. If they mess up, we give them a pat on the back anyway. We cheer just as loud for the weaker players on our team. And even when someone does get mad, we let it blow over and in 2 minutes no one even remembers it.
So the moral of the story is that I love being on a team with good sportsmanship, it makes being posotive a lot easier. GO VOLLEYBALL GIRLS!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
"Accepted"
So having a blog is an interesting thing. Everything that happens, or anything I think or feel, I say, "Wow that would make a cool blog entry." So today is going to be something that I've been thinking and feeling for a really long time.
It's sort of a jumble of thoughts and feelings about being accepted and stuff. Many of you would term this entry as ranting. I term this as thought releasing. So here I go.
So I've been thinking a lot about human behavior. We are so weird. We do some of the strangest things, that don't really make sense.
Examples:
I wear jeans every day just like everyone else, and I have no idea why. Do you know why you were jeans instead of sweats to school? I personally believe that my sweats would beat my jeans on the comfortable scale any day of the week. But I wear jeans. I wear jeans because that's how I feel "accepted." All right, so obviously this whole acceptance idea isn't based on jeans. But this "jean theory" got me thinking about all the other things that I do. I mean why do I do my hair in the morning? It takes a lot longer to actually try and make it look good, than to just put it in a pony tail and call it beautiful.
Now most of us don't spend 3 hours in front of the mirror trying to be beautiful, but all of us at least try to look our best. We all try to be accepted by our peers. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it. I want to feel so good about myself that it doesn't even matter if my shirt has a ketchup stain from my hamburger at lunch. I feel the need to be accepted because of who I am.
Some days I feel like walking down the halls and singing my heart out. Why don't I? Because of the fear of not being accepted by the people around me. I want to be accepted. When we have a lot of friends, we feel good. And we all want to feel good.
So basically, I don't even know what being accepted means any more. If you smoke you can be accepted by the punks; if you play sports you can be accepted by the jocks; and if you play rock paper scissors really well then you can be accepted by the rock paper scissors clan. It's so insane.
So although I'll probably never be able to change the way people perceive things, I can at least try to be accepted by the people that I know will love me even if I do wear sweats instead of jeans.
That is all. This is Fluffy signing off.
It's sort of a jumble of thoughts and feelings about being accepted and stuff. Many of you would term this entry as ranting. I term this as thought releasing. So here I go.
So I've been thinking a lot about human behavior. We are so weird. We do some of the strangest things, that don't really make sense.
Examples:
I wear jeans every day just like everyone else, and I have no idea why. Do you know why you were jeans instead of sweats to school? I personally believe that my sweats would beat my jeans on the comfortable scale any day of the week. But I wear jeans. I wear jeans because that's how I feel "accepted." All right, so obviously this whole acceptance idea isn't based on jeans. But this "jean theory" got me thinking about all the other things that I do. I mean why do I do my hair in the morning? It takes a lot longer to actually try and make it look good, than to just put it in a pony tail and call it beautiful.
Now most of us don't spend 3 hours in front of the mirror trying to be beautiful, but all of us at least try to look our best. We all try to be accepted by our peers. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it. I want to feel so good about myself that it doesn't even matter if my shirt has a ketchup stain from my hamburger at lunch. I feel the need to be accepted because of who I am.
Some days I feel like walking down the halls and singing my heart out. Why don't I? Because of the fear of not being accepted by the people around me. I want to be accepted. When we have a lot of friends, we feel good. And we all want to feel good.
So basically, I don't even know what being accepted means any more. If you smoke you can be accepted by the punks; if you play sports you can be accepted by the jocks; and if you play rock paper scissors really well then you can be accepted by the rock paper scissors clan. It's so insane.
So although I'll probably never be able to change the way people perceive things, I can at least try to be accepted by the people that I know will love me even if I do wear sweats instead of jeans.
That is all. This is Fluffy signing off.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Holy Crapamolli
All right so really I have no idea how you spell crapamolli so that was a complete guess on my part.
So I kind of like this blogger thing. I'm such a follower. I thought to myself today...self...everyone else has a blog so why don't you? So I made one. Wow I'm going to work on being more of an individualist. Anyway so today I think I'll pick a random subject to talk about. How about singing.
All right so singing is a huge part of my life. I love it. I practically drink in the joy of singing. I don't know where I'd be without the happiness singing brings me. So often in this blog of mine I will tell stories. You might not want to read said stories, but I will write them.
Story #1
So one time, I was downstairs singing my heart out. I love to sing opera when I'm all alone, it makes me feel...sort of like Christy from Phantom of the Opera. So I was singing this, what I thought to be lovely, music. And all of a sudden I hear a slight shrill coming from the top of the stairs. Who is it? It's my mother. And what does she say? Not, "wow Melissa you sound lovely you should sing opera more often." No. She says, "Melissa are you OK down there?" Wow I didn't think I sounded that bad. HAHA So I just laughed and went on my merry way.
Music is amazing. I am really glad that I have it in my life. Although, I'll never be as musically knowledgeable as Molly. I swear that girl knows every band in the world. I could probably ask her about some random band from Bolivia and she'd know what I was talking about. She's a stud. That's why we're best friends. She's a stud, I'm not. She completes me.
I still really like it. I really like singing more than I do listening though. I like to try new things and experiment. I guess I really like it because there's no right or wrong answer. It's not like math or science where everything has to be exact. It's totally free. Open to new ideas. I mean really, look at how much music has changed over the years. And think about it...if you miss a note, you can finish the song just fine. If you miss a numer in a math problem, you're basically doomed. You might as well have not even started the problem. Wow that sounded really cynical didn't it? Oh well, that's what high school will do to you. :D
Well Molly needs to see this mad action before she goes to clean her room so, this is Fluffy signing off.
So I kind of like this blogger thing. I'm such a follower. I thought to myself today...self...everyone else has a blog so why don't you? So I made one. Wow I'm going to work on being more of an individualist. Anyway so today I think I'll pick a random subject to talk about. How about singing.
All right so singing is a huge part of my life. I love it. I practically drink in the joy of singing. I don't know where I'd be without the happiness singing brings me. So often in this blog of mine I will tell stories. You might not want to read said stories, but I will write them.
Story #1
So one time, I was downstairs singing my heart out. I love to sing opera when I'm all alone, it makes me feel...sort of like Christy from Phantom of the Opera. So I was singing this, what I thought to be lovely, music. And all of a sudden I hear a slight shrill coming from the top of the stairs. Who is it? It's my mother. And what does she say? Not, "wow Melissa you sound lovely you should sing opera more often." No. She says, "Melissa are you OK down there?" Wow I didn't think I sounded that bad. HAHA So I just laughed and went on my merry way.
Music is amazing. I am really glad that I have it in my life. Although, I'll never be as musically knowledgeable as Molly. I swear that girl knows every band in the world. I could probably ask her about some random band from Bolivia and she'd know what I was talking about. She's a stud. That's why we're best friends. She's a stud, I'm not. She completes me.
I still really like it. I really like singing more than I do listening though. I like to try new things and experiment. I guess I really like it because there's no right or wrong answer. It's not like math or science where everything has to be exact. It's totally free. Open to new ideas. I mean really, look at how much music has changed over the years. And think about it...if you miss a note, you can finish the song just fine. If you miss a numer in a math problem, you're basically doomed. You might as well have not even started the problem. Wow that sounded really cynical didn't it? Oh well, that's what high school will do to you. :D
Well Molly needs to see this mad action before she goes to clean her room so, this is Fluffy signing off.
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