That Warm October Night.

As I lay in my bed this cold summer night,

I think back to October.

The warm pavement under my skin.

Staring at the bright stars.

Trying to count every one.

And giving up after thirty.

Laughing at myself as I tried to attempt the impossible.

He eyes stared into mine with question.

I shook my head and looked away.

Trying to sneak a peek at his perfect face,

our eyes met once more.

His face shone with curiosity.

Once more I looked away.

I didn't know why I was so embarrassed.

Not because my action or the fact that I began counting the shining lights in the sky.

More like...

I wish I could have counted the stars for him.

I wish I could have surprised him.

And given him a reason for each star.

That star is for his eyes and how they roll when I say silly things.

This one right here?

Ya, it for that one time you swung me up over your shoulder when I was too stubborn to run through the sprinklers with you. 

That one to the left is for your hands when they are laced with mine.

The one next to it, reminds me of your hair. It's a little bit redder than the rest.

And that REALLY bright one right in the middle?

It reminds me of your lips. 

Your smile. 

Your words. 

Your kisses. 

Because no matter what, 

no matter where you go, 

no one can take those experiences away from us. 

They are just ours. 

Forever. 

I couldn't say this to him.

Because there weren't enough stars that I could count.

Not even close.

So once again,

I turned not only my eyes,

but my full attention to his moon lit face.

This time he sat there impatiently.

Waiting for some explanation for my odd behavior.

"Tell me what you have been thinking."

I said.

Trying to reverse the question to distract from my idiocy.

"As you were glancing between me and the sky,

I really noticed your blue eyes.

I noticed how your nose has that little bump in the middle.

I noticed your freckles.

But most of all,

I noticed your smile.

That smile,

that honestly knows how to make me go crazy.

The smile that makes me want to smile.

The smile I have fallen for."

He looked up at the black sky with a smug little smile, know exactly what he had done.

I snuggled into his chest a little bit more

and sucked in his aroma.

His smell.

I took in this perfect moment.

I didn't wish that time would freeze.

That would be silly to waste a moment like this.

Instead,

I loved that moment.

I took it in.

I let it settle into every one of my pores.

Let it fill my body with warmth and true love.

I smiled.

Again, he looked at me.

This time demanding an answer.

I gazed up.

Grabbed his face,

and went in to describe my feelings.

Not with words,

but something more powerful.

And now,

as I sit here and reflect on that night,

I hold it close to my heart.

And I pray that when he returns with honor,

he will still remember my freckles from that warm october night.

Can't I Just Get Over It?

Isn't it weird?

How you live in the now and eight months ago feels like a dream?

Eight months ago seemed like a fairy tale of blissful happiness that seems 

completely unattainable now.

It was a completely different life.

I almost don't even recognize it now.

A life where I was little sixteen year old and everything was so new.

A life where I found a boy full of the Spirit.

A very special boy.

One who had no idea, but he made me fall.

Hard. 

He caught a broken girl with way too many flaws and imperfections.

A girl who messed up time after time.

A girl who wanted to love.

Ready to give.

Ready to share.

But a girl with a sheltered heart.

Who put on a mask of a smile and an obnoxious laugh,

but a girl who had put up walls due to reckless boys that caused her heart to crack.

Without her knowledge,

He came into her life suddenly.

And in the blink of an eye, this girl and boy became best friends.

She spent time with him.

He understood her.

Even when she started making all her animal noises,

he would chuckle with her giggles and hopelessly role his eyes.

Then he would grab her face,

stare into her hard gray eyes and say with a smile,

"If you make that dang dinosaur noise one more time, I am going to make you wish you were dead."

The girl could barely keep herself from laughing, and managed a small imitation of dear Little Foot.

He slightly shook his head.

BOOM!

Tackle.

Tickle.

Scream.

Kisses.

(Another small dinosaur roar)

And the cycle began all over.

He brought out the best in her.

He calmed her when the craziness of life made her frantic.

He helped her fight her internal battles of being a teenage girl.

His shoulder was always there to cry on.

And while she cried, he would sing happy songs and fussle with her hair.

He would crack a stupid joke and laughed at himself when the girl was too depressed to respond.

He would do anything for her.

And she for him.

It was a completely different realm where this girl was completely content.

Every moment was filled with a smile and nothing could bring her down.

High school was a drag because he was done with that phase of life.

She had no need to waste her time with the little people of the school because all she ever wanted to do was spend every free moment with him.

Thats all.

And she had never been so happy.

It was a time where a simple text meant, go to the Special Spot.

A time when they could lay in the middle of the freezing road.

Stare at the stars.

He didn't say much.

And neither did she.

Silence was welcomed.

For in those moments,

She could hear the brush of the grass against the cold October pavement.

She could fully grasp the comfort of the warmth as his arms tightly wound around her.

She could hear his breathe and wrap her mind in the rhythm of the sound.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It was that simple.

That easy.

Not a care took her mind as she laid on that street wrapped in the arms of her first love.
She would begin to shiver.
Her jaw would chatter.
With a simple ease of a swing,
She would be cradled in his sculpted arms and plopped into the back of his car.
And there is where they would talk.
And laugh.
And argue.
And fight.
And scream.
And cry.
And kiss.
Yes, they would kiss.
He stole her heart.
Completely.
There was no turning back.
He was everything she ever wanted.
All she wanted.

I think back to how effortless it was.

With him.

And tears begin to sting my eyes.

No matter how hard I try,

He is always there.

Always in the back of my mind.

I want him to leave.

Go away.

Let me live.

Let me love and care and fall.

But thats never going to happen.

Not soon any way.

It feels as though it was a dream.
It never happened.
It was never real.

There is no trace of him anywhere.
No facebook.
No pictures.
No emails.
No letters.
Nothing.
He has completely disappeared.
Sometimes I question if I just imagined the whole thing.
If he ever took me on those dates.
If we ever sat in my basement and watched every church movie possible.
If at his farewell, he pulled me onto his lap with his family and loved ones all around and whispered in my ear, telling me that I'm his girl. That I always will be.
If we went to that one concert.
If we made those cookies.
If we got in that big fight.
If he had to pull over because his hands were shaking with rage.
If we just looked at each other, then busted up laughing.
If he threw those pebbles at my window.
If he ever told me he loved me.
If he ever cared.
Because now I am not so sure.
It's as though he never existed.
All I have are his letters.
The material proof of letters formed into words that he cared.
Once upon a time I meant something to him.
One time he loved me.
As I care about him.

My heart still hurts.

It's weak.

I try to be strong.

I try to smile and go on with my life as smiley as possible.

But in the end,

I am still that broken girl.

With new cracks.

With new breaking points and new scars.

I miss him.

I still cry.

He is still my everything.

It kills me to admit it.

But he is.

I'm Growing Up Too Fast.

Wow.

I survived my junior year.

I'm alive.

And well.

WHAT IN THE WORLD???

How did this year go by so fast?

How is junior year already over?

I'm a senior?

My heart just dropped.

My belly flopped.

I'm still a sophomore.

I'm still a baby.

A little girl.

I'm five years old at heart.

How am I already a senior?

I'm freaking out here.

FREAKING OUT.

Tonight was graduation.

I watched every single one of my beloved seniors 

take that long walk and receive the diploma they had been waiting twelve years to get.

I cried.

A lot.

Going to school and not seeing

Matt,

Steve,

Emily,

Nate,

Cam,

Maddie,

or any of them...

It is going to kill me.

I am going to be the oldest.

The biggest.

Like I said before...

I'M A 5 YEAR OLD.

I can't handle this whole senior thing.

As I sat at graduation, I made myself a promise.

I will NOT waste a single moment of this next year.

I will live the best senior year any one has ever experienced.

Senioritis shall not overcome me.

I will be the best SBO ever.

I will love everyone.

I will go to EVERYTHING.

I will truly live this next year.

I will make every day worth while.

I will love unconditionally.

I almost can't wait.

It is going to be the best year of my life.

But for now,

it is summer.

And I shall love this warmth.

Embrace the whole no homework gig.

I will have the summer of a life time.

Then the best senior year ever.

And then I move out.

GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I still have a year of childhood left.

I will love every second of it.

Mark my words.

Time To Move On And Invite The Summer.

Tonight is the night I have been waiting for.

Tonight I will see one of my musical icons in person.

And he shall sing for me.

I will sing back.

And we will have a moment.

A boy will be next to me.

One that makes me happier than anyone else.

I hope we dance.

I know I will.

This is his first concert.

I hope it will be special for him.

Because I know it will be for me.

The concert is being at the UCCU center.

I found this out on Friday.

And I almost canceled this little party.

I went up to my room.

I hyperventilated a bit.

After a nap and some craisins,

I pulled myself together.

The last time I entered that center, I went to a concert.

An amazing one in fact.

BOB, Iyaz, and Jason Derulo.

All in one.

I do not enjoy music like that,

but Elder did.

And he wanted me to go with him.

So I went.

And well,

you know how that went.

That was our first date.

Our first connection.

And serendipitously, tonight I shall be sitting one row lower in the same section.

Yes.

Almost to exact same seats.

Elder has been on my mind A LOT lately.

And it's been hard.

Really hard.

Utah County has decided to turn into Seattle.

Rain. Rain. Rain.

Memories. Memories. Memories.

Not to mention,

I am falling for another boy.

Quite fast, and quite hard.

Despite my little cracks and broken heart,

I have let myself trust.

Have faith.

But I can't help but have Elder constantly there in the back of my head.

I know its over.

But all those emotions and feeling I have been trying to repress are opening up again.

But for someone else.

It is terrifying.

I can't get Elder out.

I know he has forgotten about me.

Why can't I forget about him?

And just move on?

Ugh.

I hate love.

I love love.

Summer will help.

No more school, no more stress.

I will just be free.

Completely free.

Summer is the time when girls go barefoot, 

and their hearts are just as free as their toes.

I am not going to hold back.

I know I will have regrets if I do.

I won't let thoughts of Elder drag me down.

I am going have faith.

I love the Notebook.

It makes me smile.

It makes me cry.

Here is a quote I have altered. 

I believe it fits my life.

Enjoy.

My Dearest Elder. 

I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. 
I love you. I'll be seeing you. Love, Linsey. 

Hello, This Was My Week.

Once upon a time Linsey never wrote on her blog.

The end.

Lets start with Wednesday:

I went to a choir concert.

And might I just say,

My school is oh so talented.

I sat by my romeo.

Our secret love....

It's fantastic.

After I arrived home I had the privledge of watching the American Idol Finale.

SCOOOTTTTTTYYYYYY!!!

My boy.

My love.

I called it from the very beginning.

He will be a legend.

Thursday:

Two words.
Bad. Day.
Do you ever have those days when nothing goes your way,
when teachers don't work with you,
when friends act silly,
when fate hates you,
when a certain boy ignores your existance,
when you have 170000000 things to do and so little time,
and you really just want a chocolate bar?

Yep.
That was my life.

That night we had our Dance Co banquet.
I wanted to cry.
It was so hard being with my entire Company for the last time.
But I was comforted.
We have so many great memories together.
We are sisters.
As cliche as it sounds,
We can't cry because it's over,
we should smile because it happened.
I will never forget Dance Company 2010 - 2011.
A true sisterhood.

Friday:

One of the best days I have had in the longest time.
At lunch,
A tailgate party was held on the band field.
Hot dogs were eaten,
and memories were made.
A complete success.
Then came the state championship baseball game.
I had the privilege to sit by my dear Crush through out the entire game.
BONDDINNNG definitely occurred.
Man.... I will write a little bit more about that later.
We lost.
But second in state is not that bad right?
It's actually quite amazing.
Then came Powder Puff.
Stupid seniors.
I hate you.
All of you.
And your cheating ways.
GRRRRR.
I got a real cool jersey that some lovelies made for me.
It sported the number 26 along with the name of "Puffs" on the back.
May I just say I love that shirt?
A lot.
Then came Cavestock.
Talk about your craziness.
At first everything went quite well.
Doing my free period I got work with the cotton candy.
A literal dream come true.
I am easily entertained.
Sue me.
Then the rain came.
Usually I'm a fan of water falling from the sky but not when we are holding an outside dance with expensive electronics that must be out of H20's way.
So,
the chaos began.
The rain meant we had to bring everything in.
Every chair.
Every table.
Every piece of equipment.
By the end I was a soaking wet mess that really needed a power nap.
Might I just say,
when things need to get done,
I turn into a different person.
My priorities are shifted and I run around like a mad women trying to get things done.
And things we a lot easier because my dear Crush was by my side for the most of the night.
He helped me with everything.
I really appreciated it.
He made me smile.
A lot.
Then Momo and I decided to take a break and wrestle in the grass.
One of the best ideas I have ever had.
She is a little monster.
I like a challenge.

Yep.
We are that cool.
Notice the jersey. Number 26.
Booyahhh.

After about an hour of endless clean up the dance began.
And I partied.
It was very hot.
I became very sweaty.
But did that stop me from dancing with my Crush?
NO SIRR.
American Fork High School is just so school.
At one point in the evening my red headed little sister, a little sophy I admire with all my heart,
and I decided to stand on the benches and dance.
Pretty soon,
our whole little group was on those old piles of wood partying like
 there was no tomorrow.
Towards the end of the night,
They played a song of unity and the whole school linked arms and stood in a big circle.
We all shifted back and forth.
Looking at each other's faces.
Looking at the seniors who are off to bigger and better things.
Wanting to cry.
But smiling thinking of all the memories.
We all shouted ah-chil-le-le.
For the last time.
It was a great end.
Not to mention,
I danced with my Crush.
Twice.
That's right.
And all I have to say is I believe I have fallen quite hard for the kid.
Never in my life had I thought it would have developed into this.
He is amazing.
I have never met a more amazing boy.
He makes me swoon.
And giggle.
And... man.
Not to mention he improved immensely as a dancer.
Mainly, we worked on dips and spins.
Magical.
We had a moment.
I am the luckiest girl to ever walk this planet.
But at the same time,
I am terrified.
I don't know how to conduct myself.
I don't know what to do.
Hello seventh grade.
That is what I feel like.
Let the pieces fall where they may, I like to say.
Cavestock.
Success.
Pure happiness.
I love my life.
Very much.

Mark The Day Folks. It's A Big One.

Hello. :)

Hold on.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Okay.

Watch this video, por favor:

Pretty much my emotions in a song.

Except for I would say,

I am in like.

Deep like.

Lots of it.

Please mark today as the day I was myself,

yes still awkward, clumsy, and a little out there,

but myself around.... him. :)

Here's how is went down.

It was definitely awkward at first.

It always is.

He played a game of basketball while I laid on the road.

We decided to go get a snowcone.

After a little tooth pulling conversation,

BAM.

I don't know what happened,

but I wasn't nervous anymore.

I wasn't watching every word that came out of my mouth,

and planning my reaction to every one of his.

It just... flowed.

I was smiling and giddy and happy and... man.

We went back to the pool of munchkins 

and lets just say we didn't leave each other's side.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

We just talked.

And laughed.

We made a list for summer.

What a fantastic summer it is going to be.

We talked about the frisky days of kindergarten.

Our biographies were discussed.

Jokes about shaven legs and big caffs were shared. 

I can just laugh.

I am ecstatic.

So happy.

Once I walked in the door,

after a simple hug on the door step,

I sprinted to my mother and tackled her with excitement.

After she yelled at me for a few moments for interrupting her reading session,

I told her my whole night.

I screamed a lot.

I am in like,

I am in like,

And I don't care who knows it!

Did I mention we are going to the Bruno Mars concert??

WOOT WOOT! 

Awkward Moments And All.

I think I am so funny.

Truly.

I do.

Sometimes I enjoy silly pranks and I try my hardest to create awkward moments.

They are the best.

I get a kick out of it.

So today,

I made cookies with my red headed little sister.

Peanut Butter with Hershey kisses slapped in the middle.

My favorite.

I decided to take some to Wonderboy and write him a letter.

Because he deserves it.

So as I got permission to head over to his abode to drop off the little present,

my red headed sister was quite unpleased that she had to leave so early in the night.

We concocted a secret plan.

She was to hide in the trunk and listen to our conversation.

At one point,

when I say the code phrase of,

"Man... Life is just super duper grand!"

she was going to bang and smash and freak out to scare the living daylights out of Wonderboy.

It was genius.

So the adventure began.

I thought the night would be spend chatting in my car for Cally to hear,

but nope.

We decided to play basketball.

I was attempting to talk loud enough over the pounding of the ball hitting the cement,

so that my suffocating friend could hear the conversation.

At one point in the evening,

Wonderboy had to go inside for Family Prayer.

He told me just to play basketball and that he would be out momentarily.

As soon as he entered the building,

I sprinted to my car.

Twisting my key into the rear end.

Miss McCall gasped in a breath of fresh air.

She was dying.

It's fine.

We began to rediscuss the secret mission when I heard the door open and voices speaking.

I slammed the trunk door in her face and sprinted back to my previous place.

Acting as though nothing had ever happened.

We began our simply game of ball once more.

Before I knew it,

Wonderboy's neighbor friend came to spend some time with us.

He told Wonderboy that he had something to tell him that I couldn't hear.

I walked away and entertained my self with a few missed baskets.

I looked back and saw him shaking his head laughing.

"Why is someone in your trunk?"

"Uhhh... What are you talking about?"

I said trying to act as innocent as possible.

"Here. Lets take a look."

I tried everything in my power to stop him from approaching my car.

Too bad I'm just this weak little duckling.

He lifted my trunk to see McCall,

laying in my trunk,

half smiling,

half in shock.

I have never laughed so hard in my entire existence.

Truly.

I fell to the ground.

He reported that I was the weirdest person.

And I must agree.

I mean who else hides their best friends in the trunk of their cars?

For entertainment?

Only Linsey.

It's normal.

Man.

What a night.

Try to create an awkward moment.

You will not regret it.

No matter how stupid you feel afterward,

it is quite the story to tell.

Try it.

Please.

An Eventful Weekend.

Within the last 48 hours

I have never learned so much about myself.

Honestly.

My limits.

My strengths.

My weaknesses.

The things that make me truly happy.

Experiences that makes me weep.

True love being reunited.

Friendships on the fritz.

Late nights and deep secrets.

Man.

My life.

Someone help me.

It all started Thursday night.

My best friend slash newly made cheerleader

slept over at my house.

As we laid in my bed,

we talked 

and talked

and talked.

Until 2 am.

Don't forget I had to be at the school by 6:45 for SBO training.

We discussed our senior year and the changes that are coming.

I asked her how she felt.

Her answer stated

that she felt like I was giving up on her.

On our friendship.

That I am not going to fight for things to stay the same.

That shocked me.

I know it is something worth fighting for,

but when life gets started and things get crazy,

I just thought growing apart was inevitable.

Maybe I am crazy.

She says I am.

It doesn't have to be that way.

And I agree.

My mind took on a new look on this whole deal.

It will all be okay.

No matter what.

That night was our last concert.

The last time American Fork Dance Company 2010-2011

would ever dance together.

The last time with my seniors.

The last time with my best friends.

It was a very emotional night.

It started with a devotional

and the most beautiful speech by our one and only manager,

Benjamin Wright.

He his words made us weep.

So powerful.

He then sang us a song about family and love.

And how a team is one.

I lost it.

I bawled, 

Hysterically.

My make up was horribly ruined.

Which is fine.

I didn't really care.

I just wanted to give the show of our lives.

And we did.

Let me tell you.

That concert was amazing.

Perfect.

Every dance had passion.

We danced not as individuals,

but as a team.

We did it for each other.

The crowd was amazing.

The feeling of getting on that stage and performing a piece that you have put

blood, sweat, and tears into,

dancing with your best friends,

and expressing yourself in an artistic out-of-body way,

it is beyond words.

It is a whole new world of expressing emotions.

Ideas.

Inner most thoughts.

It is incredible.

Afterward, the entire company went to Pizza Factory.

What a treat.

I have never belly-gut laugh more in my life.

Our manager might be the funniest person alive.

I devoured food and loved every second of it.

At one point in the evening,

I received a phone call.

I excused myself from the table and ran outside.

Answering the phone, I was shocked to hear the voice that spoke my name.

My best friend.

The one person that has made the biggest influence on my life.

I cannot believe I have not mentioned him on this blog before because

he is the reason I am who I am today.

I had not talked to him in 5 months.

He had disappeared from my life entirely.

We got to the point where we knew each other too well,

we would try to tick each other off,

and just fought.

All. The. Time.

But here he was.

On the phone, ready to talk.

I about died.

Tears began to flow from my eyes.

I had missed him so much.

I smile cheek to cheek as a waterfall came crashing over it.

We talked for a bit.

He cracked some old time jokes,

and I laughed.

It was just comforting to hear his voice and that he was doing well.

I returned back to the table with my food ready to eat.
I indulged myself.

Afterward a few of the ladies had a night of
slumber and hot tubbing.
Secrets were shared
and stories of first kisses were told.

Saturday morning was spent at Kneaders
with my SBO soul sister.
We discussed boys and love.
Let me tell you.
She is one insightful little lassie.
I have been contemplating between two amazing men.
I had no idea.
So she gave me a bit of advice.
Flip a coin.
My response is the same as yours right now.
Why would you base your future on probability?
But there is a catch.
As soon as you flip the coin,
a name will pop into your head.
The name of who you hope it will land on.
And that is the boy you really want to be with.
So I did it.
And it worked.
I will let you know how that plays out.
After leaving, we had a very dramatic experience.
She was in tears.
I was her comforter.
My problem is,
I take on other peoples emotions as my own.
When I reached my home,
my body was shaken and my thoughts were unclear.

The rest of the night was spent cleaning,
and baking,
and singing.
I love nights at home.
They are just very comforting.

Today,
I went and saw my old best friend.
We cried.
I feel uneasy.
I don't know how to respond to what is happening.
My life is a whirlwind.
It is only going to get crazier.
Help.
My emotions are all tussled.
I don't know how I feel about anything at the current moment.
It will all work out though.
Won't it?

Naps. Naps are good.

Once upon time there lived a young lassie named Linsey.

She was a very sleep deprived child who can never quite function right due to no rest.

Arriving at her prison chamber, aka high school, at 6:45 sharp,

She was able to take Council pictures, as well as measure for a sweater.

What a sight.

The young girl was squealing and jumping with joy as the realization of future began to unfold.

At one point, her new council was standing in a circle.

She looked around at each individual member,

and had an unyielding love for every one.

She saw her new family and smiled.

Almost brought to tears.

She was an emotional little thing.

It's common.

Once the bell rang, she venture off to the building of the lord.

The young girl adored Seminary, loving to learn of the gospel.

As soon as she entered the room, she carefully sat down her belongings.

The child laid her head on the desk and was out before another thought could enter her head.

The bell awoke her.

She missed the entire lesson.

She was a walking zombie.

Not knowing where she was going, what class she had next, or even her own thoughts.

With a single phone call to her mother, she went home.

The lassie took at nap from 9:30 to 1:00.

Yes, she slept through all the hours of the school day.

What a wonderful day this young girl experienced.

She returned to school to talk to her new old friend, that alone made her day.

She admires him.

Quite a bit.

The end.

I like friends.

And sleep.

Now I would like to retire to my room of slumber and sweet pleasant dreams.

Til then,

Sleep tight all members of the blogosphere.

Goodnight. 

I Love My Life. The End.

I have dissappeared.

Does this ever happen?

No.

Honestly?

I haven't had one moment to sit down and

report the events of my life.

How eventful have they been?

EXTREMELY.

Let me please explain.

I have been having the time of my life.

More stressed than I thought I could ever physically handle.

A total of 20 hours of sleep in the past 5 days?

YEP!

Walking zombie right here.

I have never blushed harder than Saturday night.

I smile cheek to cheek just thinking about it.

AHHH.

A Few Highlights:

Soccer games.

Of Course.

That isn't even a question.

Last Friday as well as this one.

I have sat through the heat, snow, and hail

in order to support my Crush.

Oh, the things I do for him.

If he only knew.

My Crush actually came over to my house on Saturday!

I think it was a dream.

I am not quite sure.

Because I had a blast.

And I wasn't even awkward.

That alone is a miracle.

The night was filled with

Just Dance 2,

Hypnotizing,

and Humiliation.

But I won't go into that.

Lets just say,

I had an amazing night.

And my crush on this young man is as strong as ever.

The main reason for my disappearance would be my

attempts to run and campaign for 

STUDENT BODY OFFICER.

Yes.

This past week:

I did not go to bed before 2 am every night.

I had to edit the most ridiculous video.

Watch it please

Yep, this my creation.

It sucks.

Please don't judge me.

I had to pass out endless amounts of Smarties 

and talk to the most random people.

It was fantastic.

This last week was full of

tears, screams, laughter, and deep talks.

Monday I had my interview.

Lets say,

I think I did quite well.

We were asked to dance in different genres.

I brought Wonderboy up and made him dance with me

instead of getting into my interpretive dance moves.

I answered from the heart.

I felt awesome afterward.

Tuesday through Thursday,

I harassed people.

I give them candy,

They vote for me.

Simple process.

Actually it was one of the most stressful parts,

but hey,

I had fun doing it.

Finally, Friday came.

The new officers were picked,

and the poor canidates had to wait until

10:45 to find out at the elections dance.

I threw up in the morning.

Too much anxiety for my taste.

The day was filled with tears and stress.

I just wanted to know.

I can handle rejection.

My senior year would be awesome either way.

I just wanted to know.

The current SBO's had a barbeque for us.

And let me tell you,

It was more of a testimony meeting than anything.

It was outstanding.

Yes, I cried.

Shocker right?

Then,

We headed off to the dance.

Can I just say that I love dances?

I kind of go crazy.

But that is what's fun right?

After spending the next hour of my life partying it up,

the canidates were called to the Cafiteria.

They thanked us for running.

They gave us letters.

Mine, specifically, was from Wonderboy.

That just made my night.

The canidates then proceeded to hike to the top of the bleachers 

opposite of our posters.

This is how it goes.

From the top of the bleachers to the bottom

laid ten giant posters.

On each one there was the name of a current SBO.

At the very top of each poster,

was another poster of equal length,

for the new SBO council rolled up very tightly.

And one by one, you watch the posters drop.

And pray your name is on one of them.

So the dropping began.

First poster: No Luck.

Second poster: Try again.

Third poster: Oh, she will be awesome.

Fourth poster: Nope, well so long, it was fun while it lasted.

Fifth poster (rolled down by the one and only Wonderboy): 

LINSEY BROWN

Somebody please pinch me now.

Please.

I am in a dream.

This cannot be real.

I am a Student Body Officer.

If you would of asked me a year ago,

no, try three months ago,

if I would ever be an SBO?

I would say that you were crazy and I had no chance.

But Heavenly Father has a plan for every single one of his children.

And this is the answer to my prayers.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

It's amazing.

My testimony has never been so strong.

I am so blessed.

The night proceeded by wearing Wonderboy's sweater.

Yes, he rolled down my poster so I got to wear his holy sweater.

I screamed.

I cried.

I recieved many hugs and congratulations.

My Crush even came and gave me a hug.

Baby steps. 

WOOT WOOT!

I have never been so happy.

My testimony is stronger than ever.

I now am a 

Student Body Officer

for 2011-2012.

I will render service to my fellow man.

I can change this school.

But more importantly,

I can impact lives.

Little by little.

I cannot wait.

Life is perfect right now.

I could not ask for anything more.

I love my New Council.

Every single one of them are incredible.

BETTER WATCH OUT!

The class of 2012 is coming your way.

And we will never stop.

This is going to be the greatest Senior year EVER!

A Night To Remember.

Lets get down to business.

To defeat, the huns.

PROM.

A glorious day.

 The date.

Austin Steadmen.

Or should I say,

A complete stud muffin.

My best friend through out all the junior high years.

One of my closest friends.

He is a total sweetheart.

For our day date, we went rock climbing at The Quarry.

And let me tell you,

rock climbing destroys your body.

After the first climb,

my arms were shaking and I was done.

So I helped my date the majority of the time.

Now my forearms are oh so sore,

but I would have to say the day date was a success.

Then I got ready.

The very very very best part of prom.

Getting dressed up like a princess or a movie star.

You were the dress of your dreams.

You feel so special.

On top of the world.

Well, this was the out come.

 An over all look.

 The hair.

 Could I move in that dress? Nope.

 The back.

 A close up.

Just me.

I love this dress.

With all my heart.

When my date came to pick me up,

That is when I saw our transportation.

Two words:

Hummer. Limo.

Ask me if a scream escaped my throat when I saw it?

It did. 

I felt like a complete movie star.

With the best date around.

Every boy wanted their date to feel the joy and excitement I felt when I first saw the limo.

So, we picked up 

EVERY. GIRL.

Two hours later,

We finally made it to pictures.

Then to dinner.

It was the greatest food.

I stuffed myself.

Have I ever mentioned my love of food?

It's kind of a problem.

Once we rolled back into the limo,

our dates popped out the Martinelli's.

Oh Baby.

How cool did I feel?

Riding in a hummer limo,

with my fantastic date,

music blasting in the background,

partying with my best friends,

drinking sparkling cider?

PRETTY DARN COOL!

My attempts to be rebel. Epic. Fail.

Finally, at 10:15, we made it to the dance.

I saw all my friends in the their beautiful dresses.

Every single one of them looked dazzling.

Best lookin girls I have ever seen.

Here is a little secret about Linsey at dances.

I got nuts.

Absolutely insane.

Why?

Because I can.

With my awkward interpreted dance moves.

I pretty much hit anyone within a five foot radius of me.

It's awesome.

Best part of the dance?

Guess.

At one point, I found my red headed little sister.

She looked so grown up.

I shed a tear.

I went to go dance with her for one song,

this being her first dance ever.

And before I knew it, there was my Crush.

Dancing like a crazy man.

It was awesome.

I felt so cool.

COMPLETELY on top of the world.

At one point I saw Wonderboy and his lovely date.

It was during a slow song,

and I just watched as he serenaded her with his voice of an angel.

They are so in love.

I had to look away.

I felt embarrassed watching such a strong connection take place.

It made me giddy just looking at them.

I am soo happy for the couple.

They both deserve the world.

Finally, the dance came to a close.

We watched a movie at one of the boy' house.

We laughed, and fell asleep.

It was a good calming end to a fantastic night.

Highlights:

The Fantastic Date.

The Food.

The Limo.

The Dress.

The Dance.

Prom.

Such a special night.

I will remember this forever.