From The Lazy One.

You know those days when you have a lot to do?

And so little time?

Yet you seem to lack the motivation to get out of your bed?

Welcome to summer peeps.

Sleeping Beauty.

Once upon a time.

I slept for 16 hours.

In one day.

Welcome to my summer.

It's my escape.

The end.

Right Around The Corner.

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.  
Bern Williams

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Wallace Stevens



Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. 
John Lubbock


Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Henry James

Summer. Summer. Summer.

I can smell it.

Taste it.

It's in the air.

Make it come fast.

FASTER.

Yesterday,

I went to my concert.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

BRUNO.

I THINK I WANT TO MARRY YOU.

get it?

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.

BECAUSE I WOULD CATCH A GRENADE FOR YOU.

Best. Night. Ever.

Here are some pictures.

This was my date.

What a winner.

The night was amazing.

Amazing.

Like...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I'm speechless.

Fantastic.

Today felt like

SUMMMMMEEEEEERRRRRR.

I didn't go to first period.

Because that is completely over-rated.

During second, things got better.

I thought I had a much over due fine..

But.

I don't.

So.

I get my yearbook!

During precalc,

I left.

And I went into the hall to see my Crush.

We were given a dare.

It might happen in the summer.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

What?

Then I jumped into my best friend's car.

Good ol' Billy Jean.

We went to Cafe Rio.

I ate a WHOLE burrito by myself.

Pure heaven.

I went back to the school to discuss grades with my teachers.

We duct-taped a girl to the lockers instead of going to fourth period.

I giggled.

A lot.

Then we went swimming.

Kind of.

Then we made cookies.

Then a sophomore serenaded me on a piano.

I sat and listened.

I thought about how good life is.

I was in my swimming suit and cover up.

Laying on the couch.

There was no worry of homework or a test coming up.

I have a very special boy in my life.

The one that gives me butterflies.

Summer is right around the corner.

I go to Lake Powell next week.

Grades are done.

Finished.

I survived my junior year.

No more stress for the next three months.

I have the bestest friends in the world.

My little red-headed sister.

My soul sister.

My Romeo.

My favorite sophomore.

My almost-step-sister/cousin.

I am so blessed.

I love my life.

Plus I got to wear a skirt today.

SUMMMMEEERRR.

I love you.

Rain and Parks. What More Could You Want?

This school year is nearing a close.

The usual result of this time of year would be...

Sunshine.

But when does Utah ever follow the rules?

Never

We are rebels.

For almost three days straight,

Utah County has been under a constant cover of pouring rain.

My feelings about the current weather?

In Love.

If someone asked me if I would take sunshine or heavy pouring rain?

My answer would obviously be,

heavy pouring rain.

Today during my classes,

I would look through the streaking window 

and pray the rain would stay this strong.

As soon as the bell rang for early lunch,

two little sophies and I made a dart for the car.

Before entering the out doors,

I slipped off my Toms,

cuffed my pants,

and sprinted underneath the crying clouds.

I must have looked like a five year old,

running around,

making splashes in little puddles.

Miles joined me as we sang in the rain.

We even danced a bit.

Once we stopped our immaturity for a moment,

we decided to head to JCW.

Home of the best Ranch Bacon Cheeseburger this world has ever seen.

We ate.

Miles handed me several napkins to clean my face.

I would like to see him drive and eat a massive burger at the same time.

Why I outta....

As we traveled to our prison of a school

we past a park I pass everyday.

Without the consent from my fellow car members,

my vehicle abruptly turned into the parks little street parking.

I told the youngins we were going to swing on swings.

In the rain.

May I just announce right now that this idea was one of my more genius ones?

Because it was.

I giggled a lot.

I felt free.

Clean.

I love rain.

It changes me.

We ran around.

I almost slipped onto my behind.

We climbed in trees.

Pure happiness.

We acted as though we were five.

Because that is who I am at heart.

Next time it rains,

please go play at a park.

It'll make you smile.

Truly smile.

Well... Yep. This Is It.

Major case of bloggers block.

I have nothing to say.

Other than...

I NEED SUMMER NOW!

I mean now.

This very instant.

Please.

Life is fantastic.

All is well.

I like friends.

They are neat.

I don't know what I would do without my red headed little sister.

She completes me.

I want student council to officially start.

Then all my dreams might come true.

I found out my Crush reads this blog where I poor out my emotions.

Well,

there's the end of those stories.

Disney Scene?

Well,

it is not really Disney.

The Swan Princess.

Easily my favorite princess movie.

Ever.

When I was seven,

my mommy had a lady in our ward sew me my own custom dress,

so I could be just like Odette.

Far Longer Than Forever:

Please skip the annoying beginning seconds.

The Adventures And Testimonials Of A Slumbering Girl.

Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.  ~X-Files


Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.  ~Marsha Norman


All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.  ~Elias Canetti


Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.  ~Henri Amiel


Pay attention to your dreams - God's angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep.  ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994


Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.  ~Gail Godwin


In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.  ~Steven Kloves

Dreams.

Have you ever experienced one so painfully real,

that you wake up from your humble sleep

with a moist forehead and strong hyperventilation?

I did.

Today.

When I got home from a never ending day of school,

I had either the option to complete several chores

or take a relaxing nap.

What would you choose?

I laid in my queen size bed,

turned on my ipod to my Elder playlist,

and began dozing off.

Suddenly I was at a movie theater.

I took a seat by my friend's mother and we started eating some of her homemade treats.

We watched some sort of show that had lots of green.

That's all I can remember.

The lights came on and they were dim.

As my little eyes were adjusting,

I turned behind myself to crack my stiff back.

I locked eyes with him.

My Elder.

Sitting in the very back.

Still wearing his church clothes,

he was hunched over with head hanging.

My breathing stopped.

He was supposed to be on a mission.

Why was he sitting in the small theater watching a screen of green?

As everyone started exiting,

I tried to push my way to him.

Everyone was in the way.

No one would let me through.

I was pushing and pushing.

Shoving and shoving.

Finally, I approached him.

He was still sitting in the exact same position with his head hung low.

I stood there,

not knowing what to say or do.

Where do I start after that letter?

Slowly,

he raised his head.

Our eyes met.

Locked.

Neither of us could look away.

My heart melted.

Those were the eyes that I feel in love with so many months ago,

the eyes that told me they loved me.

Now they only stared at me with hardness and regret.

I was taken back.

He shook his head and stood up.

He was a lot taller than I remembered.

"Linsey, I didn't expect to see you here."

"You are supposed to be on your mission. Why are you here?"

He began to explain that he came home to stop the wedding of his ex-girlfriend who he has always been in love with.

(My biggest fear, and she is in real life engaged. So. That's fine)

He turned.

And left.

Without another word.

I walked out of the theater defeated,

tears already forming in my eyes.

I entered the little girls room to wash my hands.

It's a weird tendency I have.

When something goes wrong I have to wash my hands right away.

Cleaning myself.

Interpret as you wish.

When I exited there stood my brother.

Smiling his perfect smile with a row of bright teeth.

I stared at him.

Ridiculously.

"Holy cats. YOU are supposed to be on your mission. What is going on?"

"I just wanted to come see if you were okay."

He put his arm around my shoulder and lead me to a near by bench.

Tears started to flow.

Everything I have been holding in.

All the anger.

All the hurt.

The betrayal.

The time wasted.

All the tears.

Every emotion.

I sobbed into his white ironed shirt.

I looked up at him waiting for the usual comment of:

"Linsey, stop being dramatic."

"Pull yourself together."

"You are embarrassing yourself."

Nope.

He hugged me a little tighter.

Smiled, and with a shrug, she said

"Baby sister. Everything is going to be perfect in the end. Heavenly Father loves you. Your Savior is here. Waiting for you to come to him. Don't push him away. He is here for you like I am. Please don't forget us. Please."

Once more,

I lost it.

We talked.

We discussed every issue in my life.

My new goals and hobbies.

My newly established achievements.

Heart aches and that cause of all these tears.

I had my brother back momentarily.

All too soon,

he stood up.

He told me he had to go.

I clung to his shirt, begging my best friend not to leave me.

He said duty was calling and that I will be able to talk to him on Sunday.

My mind couldn't rap around what was going on.

It was all too real.

Everything was so confusing.

I started to sprint after him,

to find no one down the hall.

Nothing.

My hands began to shake and leaned against the wall for support.

Sliding to floor,

I just remember shaking my head.

BAM.

I was in my bed.

Sitting against the backboard.

Breathing fast, sweat pouring down my face.

What is the world just happened??

Seriously.

I don't know.

I needed my brother.

He is my best friend.

And with the craziness of my life,

I was in dyer need of his advice.

I don't understand dreams.

I don't know why they exist or what purpose they serve.

But one thing is for sure.

Heavenly Father blessed me with a conversation from my brother. 

He is watching over me.

Joshy has been gone 7 months.

It has flown by.

I miss him.

Every second of everyday.

I love my best friend.

Families will be together forever.

I know this.

And I could not be more grateful.

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!