Remember When.

Lately my life has been filled with far too many of these. I always catch myself saying, "remember when this and this happened? yeah.. I miss that." I miss a lot of things. I miss kissing tag. I miss scraped knees. I miss when boys had cooties. I miss when fights occurred on a daily basis, but you were over them within ten minutes. I miss crayons. I miss grass stains. I miss when your biggest worry was whether or not your mom was making meat loaf for dinner. I miss being young and carefree. Now all your worries are about what college your going to, what guy your planning on marrying, how far you went with your boyfriend last weekend, what the last fight was about between you and your parents, how horrible your grades are this week, which friend got hooked on marijuana last week. It's awful. I hate it. And I wish things would go back to the way they used be. But is that really possible? Can you just tweek everything to the point where your whole adolescence life is back in your hands? Because people change. They are always changing. They are growing up every second of every day. The girl you were best friends with in sixth grade, is a completely different girl that you pass by in the hallway today, while trying to avoid eye contact. Is it possible to be so compatible with the same people you were with in sixth grade, even if you and them have grown into something completely opposite? I honestly don't think that is how it works. You grew apart for a reason. And unless fate has some twisted future in mind for you, you can't grow back together just because you decide that that is what you want. It doesn't work that way. It never has. I wish this would stop happening to me.

I miss the old me.
Please come back.

Who Says You're Not Perfect.

The term "hot" has never quite made sense to me. Who ever came up with comparing high temperatures to looks, was an absolutely idiot. Call me old fashioned, but calling a girl "hot" is a bit of an insult. We prefer words like, beautiful. Or pretty. Please refrain from assuming we have a fever as high as a kite. Speaking of beautiful, who decided what was beautiful? Please explain to me, when the point in time came that someone stepped up and said, "I think beauty is clear skin. I think beauty is zero fat, and chizzled abs. I think beauty is smooth hair and expensive clothing." Who decided that? And please tell me why on earth people ever agreed to believe that. Beauty should come from the inside. When calling a girl beautiful, you should be referring to her soul. A beautiful soul. Because if a girl has a beautiful soul, it should show on the outside, as well as the inside. The texture of your skin, your weight, or the brand of clothes you wear shouldn't stop you from feeling beautiful. Anyone can be beautiful. But it's up to you to decide if you want to be that way or not.

On another note.
Today. Was a fantastic day.
Found out we have a coach. Meeting her thursday!!!(: so so excited.
Our whole team is coming back. I love them all.
Went to lunch. Twice. With Austin, believe it or not. Nerd never leaves for lunch.
Got the permit. FINALLY.
Baseball game. I love baseball.
I think I may have been kissed by the sun. I'll keep you posted.
I am feeling quite a bit better.
Met a new friend, and caught up with a few old ones.
Laughed. A lot.

I love my life. I'm on fire today.

Flipped.

Ever have those days when your just so... what's the word... frazzled, if I may?
I just can't get over the fact that our entire school is being tipped upside down. Football players are trying out for cheer, drill girls are trying out for dance co, everyone.. and I mean EVERYONE, is without a club currently. And it's blowing my mind how big of a change everything is becoming. But that's okay, because change happens for a reason. So it's like... Whatever(:

On another note. Yesterday was mine and Champ's seven month. Cute(: It's killing me that it has been that long. I feel like it was just yesterday he was asking me to homecoming. He has been such a good boyfriend lately. Calling me after baseball like.. everyday and asking if I wanna go get food, or just want to hang out. It's pretty cute. And I love him.

Drill still doesn't have a coach. I'm going crazy. And I'm getting fat. Soooo... make a decision stupid principal. Like now. kaythanks.

School is over in six weeks, and I still have.. what is it... 16 absences to make up? That's right people. I have to go to absence school 16 times before school is over. Don't ask how I'm gunna pull that off.

I have been so sick for the past week. Just freaking kill me already.

Some boys are so dramatic it's ridiculous. Grow up already. We're in high school now.

Spring break was a blast. Not very different from any other weekend, but still a blast. Trafalga gets better and better every time I go there.

School needs to end A.S.A.P.

People need to stop dying. Suicide is dumb. Stop it.


kay I'm good now. peace and blessings.

The Best Friends.

I feel as though I don't thank my friends enough. And I am not one one for pouring my heart and soul out to someone on a whim. It's just not my thing. But I am just so sick and tired of reading people's blogs, and hearing about how awful their lives are and how they cannot trust anyone. Get over yourselves people. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and be a little friendlier. Because I promise not everyone in the world hates you. So in honor of proving that, I'd like to offer a sincere thank you to my closest friends; the people in which I trust more than anyone else in this world. Thanks for always being there.

Tawnee Wiane Jordan.

Madalyn Leigh Bowden.

Brinley McAfee.

Kilee Pearl Casey.

Stephanie Gladwin.

Austin Reid Tidwell.

Dylan Pendleton.

Mitchell Jeppson.

ALSO. A little recap on last night. It was really good. Went to Ty's, watched Zombieland, smoked I mean, played everyone in just dance, played guesstures, drove Ty to the gas station, played hide and seek, (mind you, the youngest one playing was josh..who is almost 15.) and then watched 8 mile. It was simple. It was fantastic. Oh and happy birthday to Jordan(:

Enjoy today.

It's beautiful.

And so are you.

Sometimes, People Are Stupid.

Sometimes, people are stupid.
-And sometimes, people plow you over in the school hallway as if you do not exist. And if that's not bad enough, they then proceed to turn around, look you RIGHT IN THE EYE, and fail to apologize. Just because they are stupid.
-And sometimes, people tap there foot over and over and over and over and over again throughout your entire chemistry test in which you were already having a hard time focusing on. And then you tell them to knock it off, and they then proceed to tell you to shut up. And then YOU get in trouble for talking during a test. Not the foot-tapping psycho.
-And sometimes, people are petty and judgmental. You try to have a conversation with an ego-maniac, and the only reply a petty person has is, "yeah, whatever." But by that they really mean, "why are you talking to me? You are annoying me. Go away." Yeah well, whatever to you, too, you insensitive moron. Get over yourself.
 -And sometimes, people invite your ex-boyfriend to your current boyfriends house, without OKing that with your current boyfriend first. And that same person eats dinner at your house more than you do. And that same person knows your garage code and goes into your house when no one is home. And it annoys everyone to the point that the father of the household finally has to step in and ask them kindly, to not come over uninvited. Take a freaking hint, you idiot. And stop moping around while your at it.
-And sometimes, people tell you not to cheat. Truth is NERD, is that the teacher just told us to compare answers on our homework. So I don't quite think that it's considered cheating when your teacher asks you to do it. So stop threatening to tell on me. How old are you, four?

Sometimes, people are stupid.

Oh Hey.

Well looky looky here. I got an award(: Thanks to the fabulous Calea Bagley. She is quite the doll. In honor of the award, I'm supposed to pick ten other "versatile bloggees." Here's to you.

Taelor.
Tawnee.
Kaylee.
Chloe.
Mady.
Megan.
Hillary.
Kenzie.
Jo.
Annie.

Passion.

pas.sion

[pash-uhn]

-noun

1. Any powerful or compelling emotion, such as love or hate.

2. Strong amorous feeling or desire; love; adore.

A simple word; yet so complex at the same time. A burden to carry every time its luscious sound rolls off your tongue. A want. A need. A feeling stronger than the binds holding your body together. Passion. 

I have passion. I am filled so full with passion, that my eyes rain every time I feel that passion isn't present. I have a passion to dance. I have a passion to sing. I have a passion to love. 

My advice? Don't be afraid of it. So many people lose the passion in their lives, because they are afraid it will blow up in their face. What would life be without passion? Without something to work for? To desire? I'll tell you. Worthless. Your life will be worthless without this emotion in your life. Mark my words. 

Have a little passion.

Set goals.

Work for something.

Love immensely.

Live fearless.

And don't hold back.

You've got one shot in this life. Take it and milk it for all it's worth, or let it pass you right on by.

The choice is yours.