Monday, December 28, 2009

Hunger Games




If you have not yet read the Hunger Games by Susan Collins then you need to rush over to the bookstore immediately. That was seriously one of the best books i've read in a long time. There is only two out right now but the third one is said to be coming out around the 24th of August 2010. So quite a while....darn it....
If you were thinking of reading this series i will tell you this. Susan Collins loves to place you at the edge of your seat right at the end of the chapter. The climax of the chapter is literally the last line. So if you thought "oh i'll just read to the end of this chapter and then stop" It IS IMPOSSIBLE! It's like annoying. I read it in one sitting because you just can not stop. This book is highly addictive so be careful. :)
Team Peeta!!!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Hope Wraps

It started in my Sociology Class when Brother Wray asked us to start a project. Any Project. To do our part in helping any issue for the world today. So I thought about it and decided that i wanted to choose something I am passionate about. So i came up with Hope Wraps.
When my sister Chelsie lost her hair from cancer, it was really hard for her. She always wore a bandana or hat or wig. Only a couple of us ever got to see her with out one on. It was a trial losing her hair but she definitely made the best of it. She was inspiring and beautiful. So i decided i wanted to do my part to help young girls like Chelsie cope with the effects of cancer. I bought silky material that can breathe well (so you can stay cool) and is also very soft and comfortable (so you can sleep comfortably) I cut them into large squares and then in half to large triangles.
We hemmed each side with different color string, depended on the material. Then on the shorter sides I tied thick string about an inch apart to give the wraps a urban feel. Just tie in a knot at bottom of string. It takes a while to complete each wrap but it's so worth the time because some young girl might really love wearing it in the hospital. I choose fun trendy colors and designs. In each Wrap i included a pamphlet that i designed with some different ideas for tying the wrap. I took them to the same hospital in Salt Lake that my sister went to.



Monday, November 23, 2009

Chapter 19- De Ja Vu

I haven't been on here for so long so I decided to update everyone. So if you want me to keep updating then comment so I will be motivated to keep going. Well it has been a crazy time. For the last 3 months and 18 days I have gone into a sort of coma called repetition. Everyday is very similar. I wake up, go to work, go to school, come home, get on face book, do homework, go to sleep. The only sanity I seem to possess comes from this new TV show called Glee that is on Wednesdays. But not it’s all bad because on Friday I get a letter from, well I’m not exactly what to call him now. Existing boyfriend who now lives across the country/ best friend who I clandestinely love/ Missionary? Anyway I get a letter once a week from him, which seems to recuperate my sanity once again and allow me to make it through another week of madness. You see I work in a restaurant, if you’ve ever been a waitress you know exactly the attitude I am referring. It is so odd how the kitchen seems to attract every convict and criminal we have in the whole city. That isn’t even mentioning the dishwashers. I’m not saying that these aren’t decent nice men, but undeniably from the first time we meet I just know this man’s history isn’t a sweet story with flowers and butterflies. More like a book you would find on the back shelf in the adult section with a black cover and a picture of frightened people on the front. Just sayin. You know when I got this job I was quite naive, I just assumed people would be pleasant to the person who is doing everything to make sure their experience is enjoyable. I was surprised to see a considerable amount of the people I serve treat me more like a slave then a waitress. Indications of this is: no eye contact, if ANY thing goes eve slightly wrong it is all your fault, 1 dollar tip. Just so everyone is aware the waitress does not cook the food, they are normal people (most of the time), and they do depend on their tips for most of their pay. The tip isn’t just a little extra thing you get for being sweet. Keep that in mind ☺
So I have been registering all night and as a freshman I get all the classes no one else wanted and all the classes I wanted are full. Nice. I anyone knows of some fun classes they took and think I would enjoy tell me. All of my classes are going to be torturous so I might need a little fun once in a while. It’ll will be a fun semester at BYU “I do”. That’s the funny thing is before I got there everyone made the same little comments like “you’ll be married your first semester”. I always just thought they were exaggerating but nope. Not saying I will be married because I’m waiting for Cam but seriously it’s like entering a jungle of lion and I am just a small gazelle. Like I am being hunted. I’m sure every girl can say a similar thing except the one who willingly run out in the open to be consumed. You can always tell the ones who want to marry by 20 and start having children so they won’t have to work a day in their life and just simply ride off into the sunset. Fortunately I am not that girl. Not yet at least. Jk When my lion comes home I won’t feel like a frightened gazelle but instead a beautiful lioness. Only 21 more months of this though.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

English Paper



Whitney Brown




The morning Sara called I was feeling drained. I was not entirely in the mood to go out on a date with this “person” she spoke of. It was my first blind date, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea. When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door slipping a book into my gold purse… in case of an emergency. “It is one in the afternoon. This date could easily be a disaster,” I thought as I greeted Sara and walked out the door. I hardly said a word as Sara went on about every detail of my date. I could tell she was trying her hardest to convince me that it would be alright. It wasn’t working. As we pulled up to the house, I stepped into the rain with a dreadfully anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. From what Sara had explained, he was just another jock that thought his greatest accomplishment in life was enrolling in a high school football team. He probably would not pay any attention to me once he realized I didn’t have blonde hair. This would be a “pity date” on both of our parts.
As I walked through the door, I gently straightened my posture and slipped off my hood. I glanced up at my surroundings, and then my eyes skimmed the top of the stairs.
I saw him. The most charming, handsome boy I had ever laid eyes on. He wore a cool white polo that hugged every muscle in his perfect chest. He had the body you would only see on the cover of a sports magazine. His dark perfect hair came to a point slightly offset on the top of his head, but his face was what had caught my attention. He had almost boy like features that made him look so daring but vulnerable. He had full, perfect, bee-stung lips. His eyes were big and brown and faintly turned down at the ends like a small puppy. They had captured all of my attention.
As I stumbled back into reality, I realized I had been staring. He had nearly reached the bottom of the staircase. Quickly, but disappointedly, I looked away. Sara was sweetly mumbling out our introductions while I concentrated on my breathing. His name was Sam. Suddenly Sam looked deep into my eyes and softly said, “Hey.” I quickly and simply responded, “Hey.” A feeling of regret suddenly struck me. Why hadn’t I chosen words that were cooler or more honest? Anything other than the response I chose. As he invited me to sit at the table to play a game of monopoly, I realized I might actually enjoy the rest of this date.
Monopoly was never my favorite game because it was one that required a lot of conversation. However, the conversation here was not exactly flowing easily. Sara and her date would occasionally ask questions like, “So, do you know Sam likes to play football?” I was too nervous to be honest in my responses. Sam would just shrug and look at the table. It wasn’t that he was trying to offend me; he was just reserved. I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t believe how amazed I was by meeting him. Never had I been so immediately interested in a person before. I couldn’t believe I was acting so defenseless right now. Usually I was strong willed and confident. He probably saw me as just another one of the girls that was attracted to him. What could I be to him but a stone in his path?
As we climbed into the truck, suddenly I was nervous again. Sam obviously didn’t have much interest, and I hadn’t planned to have interest in him either but somehow I did. I was so mad at myself for being so heart-stricken until I looked at him again. Every time I glanced over, I was being pulled in all over again. He was so different from any of the guys I’d met before. He was casual but seemed to have this whole story I couldn’t quite see. He was like a book on the top shelf, and I was far too short to reach it. Suddenly his leg touched mine. Butterflies seemed to instantly flood through my stomach like a storm. My posture stiffened, but I tried my hardest to act like I wasn’t affected at all. I turned my head the other way pretending that the scenery had stolen my attention. I kept my leg right where it was. Why was I suddenly so vulnerable? I had come here stubborn and in control. Never had I acted this way around any boy. I hardly knew him; however, he had damaged all of my defenses.
We pulled up to the place where we would need to unload the four-wheelers. As I got out Sara shouted “Oh, don’t forget to wear your helmet!” A sudden stab of embarrassment and shame dropped in the pit of my stomach. Since I was the youngest one in the group, I would be the only one who would have to wear a helmet. “Great, he really won’t be interested now. Seeing me with my cheeks smashed together would hardly be attractive.” I slipped the helmet on. Sara chuckled a little; I glared, so she stopped. Subsequently, I turned my head just to hear another smothered chuckle, but one far more irritating. Sam was laughing at me! I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Seeing my embarrassment he walked up to me with a smile and sweetly said “Are you ready?” I turned up one corner of my mouth. Then the thought came to mind that I would need some support riding on the back of the four-wheeler. Would it be far too forward to just grab onto a man’s chest? I couldn’t possibly just wrap my arms around him. He would think I was just a flirt. We mounted the four-wheeler together. As I sat there with my arms awkwardly to the side, I heard a slight chuckle and then he said “Hold on,” as he pressed hard on the gas. My reflex was to grab on tight, and I did. As my arms met the stone curves of his abdomen, I didn’t regret my decision. I could tell he was smiling which surprised me. I held on tightly as we rode off into the sunset.
The ride came to an unfortunate finish. Sam jumped off and walked toward the truck without saying a word. At that moment, I realized I was being silly. This was not what I was making it out to be. Yes, I was on a date with a gorgeous man, but he just couldn’t be mine. Did I really want him though? Why was I being so self-conscious around a boy that I hardly knew? I would admit that I could just sit and analyze him for weeks if given the chance. He was so fascinating to me. I just couldn’t be so silly to get my hopes up for something so far from reach.
We drove back to the house with little conversation in the car. Sara turned to me with sympathy and loudly asked Sam if he would be able to give me a ride home. I lived an hour away so this was not a small favor. He agreed and smiled sweetly my way and then went to get his keys. Putting the whole night in perspective, I was confused and frustrated. I really did like Sam; well, I thought I did. He just was not interested at all in getting to know me. I got into his small tan ninety-four Saturn, which allowed me to feel much less intimated. We started off towards the highway and the mood suddenly became a lot more relaxed. It was like a huge barrier had been lifted. He started to ask me questions and showed a genuine interest in me. He asked me about my small town and how long I have lived there. I had been there all of my life. He asked what my school was like. I kind of explained that I had only a few friends in my tiny town and rarely dated. I said that this had been my first time ever dating someone outside of my town. He smiled big and said, “How did you like it?” Immediately I blushed and responded “Yeah, I really did.” It was silent for a minute, then he said “So, I really am the first guy you’ve dated outside of your town?” He proudly smiled at me. Suddenly he said, “ Your different than other girls, but I just can’t figure out why. I’ve never met a girl as sweet as you. You just have more depth than most girls.” I couldn’t grasp a response. I was in awe. He had not given any indication of interest until this moment. I sat there dumbfounded, as butterflies flooded my entire body, but I simply said, “Really?” He chuckled then. “Yeah, really. You are very interesting and very unpredictable. I really hope this won’t be the last time I get to see you.” I couldn’t help but smile a very big and girlish smile. “It won’t be,” I said.
As we pulled up to my house he walked me to my door. He leaned in and wrapped me into a warm hug that lasted at least eight seconds. Smiling, he walked back to his car. As I closed the door behind me, I just sat there completely enthralled in the situation. Is this really happening? He saw something in me. How I felt just then, how genuinely happy I was just then, surprised me. Suddenly life was more than a single road. It was an endless highway with infinite exits and possibilities. There was a perfect guy out there, so unlike me, and I was excited. I wanted to learn from him and reach out. There were going to be so many people so unlike me that it would fascinate all of my interests. I would willingly take a stranger in my path and discover more. My comfort zone was suddenly much larger. I wanted to learn more. Suddenly, I was thrilled for the blind dates to come.
Okay i guess its about time i updated this blog. I only have like 4 followers so i guess it doesn't really matter what i say. So i'll just tell you whats going on in my life right now.
I have 13 more days of high school. I'm sooooo excited i've had senioritis since i was a freshman. This friday i'm going to Lagoon with the Choir :-) yay! Next week we start graduation practice. I don't really understand why we practice every day for a month just to learn how to walk and then sit in the right seat. It really shouldn't take that long but i guess we do have quite a few kids in my class have spent their fair share of time killing brain cells just for fun. Now i think of it a month isn't nearly enough time. Lets start now.
But actually this year has gone by pretty fast. I was the school's activity leader and it was super fun. I think i'll plan one more activity before the school year is over. Any ideas? I still need to find a job. I mean to go job hunting but my best friend is getting his mission call soon and i need to spend as much time with him before i dont have the option any more. Ah i cant believe he's leaving me here alone :'-( but i did get accepted to BYU-I but i don't start until Janurary so i need to stay busy until then. Overall though i need some money, which is pretty hard to come by these days. It kind of ticks me off. when you all graduated high school the world was all new and sparkly full of opportunities but here i go off into a world with a failing government and a lot of disappointment. Kind of annoying but whatever i'll live off of ramen noodles the rest of my life its cool. No i'll take on the challenges with a smile. Being homeless might be fun. Its kind of like one big camp out (of coarse i've never actually really done that cuz my parents prefer a motor home) but how bad could it be. You dont really have to ever do laundry or clean your house (there isn't one) or pay for electricity..etc. You can meet new friends every day and travel a lot. Now i think about it why aren't more people homeless? Sounds pretty great to me. I did see a really sad one the other day :-( she had a mullet and a little cardboard sign that something like "God bless you" uh if i was homeless my sign would probably say something like "give me money" or "empty out your cup holders here" or "cardboard sign $10.00"
My sign would be cute though with lots of colors. Who was the first homeless to use a cardboard sign cause i bet he is so famous by now.
But i have to go Cameron is calling.....

Sunday, March 22, 2009