Things That Irk Me - A New Monday Tradition

(I've decided to start an adventure fund. It will be for spontaneous adventures with the people that I love. I can't wait. Good idea?)

I pretty much hate Mondays. I'm rather like Garfield in that aspect. They pretty much suck. Actually, during the summer, they aren't half bad. But during the school year they just suck. It's early out, but that doesn't help at all. It's like, the weekend is over and you have to wake up early and life is starting again and teachers will abuse you and you'll probably wake up late without even trying and then go to school looking like a spider monkey did your hair that morning while holding you captive and you were also trying to stop a shark from eating you while the spider monkey had you duct taped to a chair and was trying to do your hair.

So yeah, I hate Mondays.

And in honor of the fact that I hate Mondays (and because Jake still hasn't called me and I can't quite get the nerve to call him myself in the sparse moments when I get phone privileges) I've decided to start a new Monday tradition called... (insert drumroll here)... "Things That Irk Me On Mondays."

I'm all for alliterations, don't get me wrong, I think they are great writing technique that never gets old. Something like, "growing, gleaming, great, glorious giraffes were gnawing on my ginormous grape-flavored gunk." Like, that's excellent.

Well, this morning we were driving down Bluff street when I happened upon a sign saying:

"Katering Koncepts"

First of all, neither "catering" or "concepts" begins with a K. So, your alliteration is fine. If your argument is that it looks better spelled with a K, then please, by all means, take that up with my spit-fire honors English teacher who will chew you out so fast you'll feel like.... Like a spider monkey has duct taped you to a chair and is trying to do your hair while you are trying to stop a shark from eating you.

Just down the street from my house there is a gas station called "Kountry Korner." Like, really?

Anyway. Have a happy Monday.[:

Stay pretty.

-Addy* Sue

P.S. I dreamed about Jarrett last night. I dreamed he wasn't mad at me. I dreamed we were back at my old school and we were sluffing class together and he sat with me and talked to me about how much he loves Kenzie and I was so happy to have my best friend back. And then I woke up. And he and Kenzie got in a fight today. And Jake still hasn't called me. And I just want to hear his voice or something. I miss him - Jarrett. I miss Jake, too.

P.P.S. Kat has mono again. I miss her a lot, too.

Feeling The Need To Write Something Worth Reading

(I love this photo. It's the wallpaper on my Ipod. I want it blown up and put on my wall. Cause it's gorgeous. And very me.)

I usually hate reading Hyperbole and a Half or Go Ask Avery because then I come back to my own blog and realize that I am not funny like they are. They are just funny people. I can't help but laugh. My own funniness is slightly witty, rather perverted, and spur of the moment. WHY CAN'T I BE FUNNY LIKE AVE AND ALI BROSH?!? Ugh.

So, I figured I'd come here and try to write something funny and random/exciting.

But here's the thing:

I JUST WANT JAKE TO CALL ME.

But the problem with that one is the fact that it is still "family time" and therefore I am still phoneless, so, in the instance that he actually decides to call me, I will not answer the phone. Which would probably be much more heartbreaking for me than for him even though I wish that it would be way more heartbreaking for Jake than for me. This. Is. Sadness. At. It's. Worst.

My cousin Daxton discovered the doorbell this morning at about seven am and realized that it can be one of THE MOST ANNOYING THINGS EVER and proceeded to ring it non-stop for like seven and a half minutes straight (this is not an exaggeration) and everyone thought someone else would go get him and make him stop but NO ONE DID.

Pretty much, we spent the morning playing wiffle ball on the lawn bowling lawn against the Jensens and pretty much I realized just how sport-ically challenged I happen to be. I cried inside and disappointed my father. Every time I would get up to bat everybody would be all, "Watch the ball to the end of the bat!" or "Straight swing, c'mon, straight swing!" or "She's really batting again?" or "Waaaaaaa."

Plus, I miss EVERYONE. Like we're at the grocery store the first night we got here and there was some tall, muscle-y, jock-y boys with tall socks, sneakers, and shorts. And I'm like, "Ohmygosh. Someone call the fashion police." And then I feel all sad cause it reminds me of Dawson and Dallin and Talon and I'm like, "Waaa. I miss them!" So then I put in my Ipod so I will stop thinking about how I miss my homies and hit shuffle and then "Dark Blue" by Jack's Mannequin comes on and I'm like, "Ohmygosh. I love this song." And then I am just like, "Waaaa!" Cause it makes me miss Parker and Ben. So then we go home and decide to go for a walk. And then there was a hill. And Sophie and Brooke proceeded to roll down that hill and I'm like, "Ohmygosh. I enjoy rolling down hills, too." And then I am just like, "Waaaaaaaaa!!! I miss Jarrett!!!" Cause he LOVESLOVESLOVES rolling down hills and he's mad at me and we haven't spoken for like almost a week. So then I called Katie Corrin cause I miss her SO MUCH and she's like, "Ohmygosh. So Zack (our good friend) apparently has a new girlfriend that isn't Hannah (our other good friend)." And I'm like, "Kat. Of course he has a new girlfriend that isn't Hannah cause him and Hannah broke up like a month and a half ago, love." And she proceeds to tell me a very dramatic story about how she and Ave and Bree stalked Zack ALL THE WAY TO HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND'S HOUSE. And I'm all, "WAAAAAAAA!!!!" Cause I miss Katie and Avery and Bree and Zack and Hannah.

So I woke up this morning after the doorbell incident and moped for a bit cause I miss everyone especially Kat and my mom was like, "Addy. You can't have your phone cause it makes you wish you weren't here." And I got all up in a fizzle cause I didn't actually have my phone, I had hers and just cause I miss everyone doesn't mean I don't want to be here, for goodness sakes, it just means I miss everyone and so I'm like, "I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MISS ANYONE?!?!" And my dad, being my dad is all, "No." And I was like, "WAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

WAAAAAAAA!!! I really miss everyone and I REALLY WANT JAKE TO CALL ME!!!!

Whatever. Stay pretty. Remember to wear sunblock or your boobs will burn and it will hurt like heck. I promise. I know.

-Addy* Sue

P.S. Also, last night, Talon and I fell in love... He held my hand even though his hands were totally different sizes and we wandered around our school and he kissed me... Then I woke up.

The End of School... Boys... Cousins... And for Sophie, who is reading this and is sad I didn't mention her in my title, SOPHIE!!

(Does anyone else LOVE Audrey Hepburn? She's so classy!)

The last week of school is pointless. Seriously. You're not even allowed to turn in late work - not that I've tried or anything. You don't do anything. You sit. And watch movies. And also watch dust conglomerate on the windowsill.

Katie Corrin and I had a sluffing party that lasted pretty much the entire week. This occurred because we realized that it would probably be much more proactive to wander around campus singing songs and pretending we know how to longboard on longboards confiscated by our favorite teacher than sitting and watching dust conglomerate. We graded some papers for our favorite teacher during our sluffing party which was loads of fun, cause she went and got us some Del Taco (yay!!).

Katie Corrin: I bet you can't put a whole package of hot sauce on your taco.

Me: I bet I can put two!! (I begin to eat my taco.)

(Okay, we're a little competitive.)

Me: OHMYGOSH!! I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE!! (I proceed to run maniacally down the hallway to the nearest drinking fountain, screaming my lungs out, being stared at by normal people who have spent their day watching dust conglomerate on the windowsill.)

Katie: (laughter, laughter, laughter.)

(She's finding this whole experience very funny, Katie is. Though wasn't particularly funny for the individual whose tongue is positively burning off.)

That was probably the most exciting part of our sluffing party, as even sluffing on the last week of school is mostly pointless.

The last week of school is ridiculous, is basically where this story is going.

Monday, talent show. Tuesday, Reality Town. Stupidest. Thing. Ever. Seriously. (Back me up on this one, Kat.) Also, I rode my bike to school on this day, which was truly lovely. Wednesday, Boondocks with the ninth grade, which was stupid as can be. It didn't really help that I was making myself sick over Jarrett and Kenzie being in love and the fact that Katie decided not to come and called me at noon and had just rolled out of bed. Thursday, 5k (which I slept through, thank goodness) and yearbook day (read the link to that, as I believe Avery to be the funniest girl ever and her take on yearbook day is ridiculously hilairious). Friday, Battle of the Bands, which is lame as heck.

Thursday, though, was pretty much the funniest nights of my life. Katie and I walked over to Lone Peak (we were both on one, too, which made everything on our walk loads funnier) and snuck into a dance - I mean, we "forgot" our student ID's. It was black light and Kathryn and I attacked each other with highlighters and then, THEN: I fell in love.

Here's the issue. He's Julia's (whom I adore) ex-boyfriend. And I am rather scared she will be mad at me for being in love with him. He is wonderful. Like, really. And he might like me, maybe. But I don't want to get my hopes up. The best part of the story is that the only reason we know each other is because of Julia. And him and Julia aren't really friends anymore and Jules and I rarely talk now... And Jake and I USED to talk about Julia a lot... And now we don't... Yay!!! (For Sophie, who is reading this and thinking it is rude because I am happy that we don't talk about Julia anymore, that is not to say that I don't love Jules. What it IS to say, is that now we talk about things like music and each other and friends and sometimes we just sing loudly and off-key to whatever song is playing even though we both have rather lovely voices. There. Better, Soph?)

Ave and Kat and I ended up stranded on the lawn at Lone Peak on Friday night for like an hour - thank goodness Lu showed up or we never would've made it home. (And for Sophie who is reading this and thinks it is stupid that we didn't just walk home cause "it isn't that far" it was like eleven at night and a rapist would've come and attacked us.) There was some happy couple lying on the lawn and us... Which is always exciting cause I'm pretty sure we were being super embarrassing by discussing them loudly and audibly and making several too many "that's what she said" jokes. Lu finally showed up randomly with two lunchables that we munched upon happily, praying it would not be our last meal, until Lu's parental figure finally showed. Right now, I am sitting on the couch at St. George with my favorite cousins (and for Sophie, who is reading this and is offended that I didn't mention she is sitting next to me as well, Sophie is sitting next to me, too) and NOT my best friend who was SUPPOSED to come with us and DIDN'T, listening to some Daphne Willis "Love and Hate." Great. Song.

I am technically not allowed to have my phone the WHOLE TIME we are on vacation because family vacations are classified as 24/7 "family time." Waaaa. It's okay. The family's lovely.

Plus, my knees are burnt. Waaaa.

Anyway. Don't freak out about too much and try not to overreact when boys talk to you. Remember to smile and stay pretty.

-Addy* Sue

This chapter in my life is over.

I don't really want to talk about it.

I'm making myself positively sick over the whole thing.

Ugh.

ohh how i love being me.

i have a really excellent life. it makes me happy to be alive. i just... you know? end of school, which means rules and such things are becoming pointless and rather trivial. i let my hair air-dry today - risky, yes - but i think it turned out okay. it curled pretty. i also wore some old hat that makes me look like a wanna-be white gangsta. ha. i have a big project due in ap on wednesday, but it should bring my grade up a load. plus, it's a lot easier than i thought it would be. i have the most incredible bestie probably ever (kat.. i love you, love) who always makes me happy and supports me soooo much. last night, i somehow ended up at the ninth grade night dance (i basically refused to go, in fear of the horrible tackiness) but i wore an old dress of my mom's that my nana made in the seventies. it was simply awesome. *sigh* that ap test? not that bad. i believe i did well. also, has anyone ever seen the jimmy fallon spoofs "robert is bothered"? seriously, the best things you will ever watch. probably the biggest, best waste of time ever. ever. so have a good life. love living your life, okay? cause you've got only one shot. so learn to love it. can you promise me that?

okay. quickly, kat? i just need to tell all of you and kat, of course, that i love my bestie named kat. God knew i could not do this on my own and he sent me her. that was His gift and His blessing. thank you, love. [:

AP

My first AP test is tomorrow. 8 am.
Human Geography.
I am.... I can do this maybe.
Wish me love.

This week. Mom's day. Jump. Crazy old men.

hello hello.

so, my dance academy went to the Jump Convention this weekend.

un-freaking-believable.

in-freaking-credible.

to-freaking-die-for.

i loved every single second of it.

the moments of being screamed at by famous, gorgeous people.

the best part though?

i sent this text during lyrical class:

"I was just invited to sing a "love duet" of Whitney Houston's "I Didn't Know My Own Strength" with a very old gay man in front of a room of 200 dancers. I did it. Without a doubt one of the best four and a half minutes of my life."

Also,

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

seven things i love about mom's in general:

1. they love you. lots and always.

2. they are either really fantastic cooks or really terrible cooks. either way is wonderful.

3. they are nice.

4. they always get angry at you but they love you still.

5. they can be silly sometimes. which is loads of fun.

6. they always tell you you are pretty.

7. they are sweet.

what is your favorite mom trait?

remember: it is not worth fighting for. spread love and spread peace and be kind. you will not regret the joy that love brings.

Dear who ever is reading this:

You are loved.

You are lovely and you are loved.

The end.

(And Katie. Stop overreacting and go feed your chickens. [:)