There Goes That Dream.

What the point?

What is the point of marriage?

All I know and have ever seen is relationship after relationship

fall apart.

Only ending in heartbreak.

And remorse.

What is the point of going through that?

Why would we want to be miserable?

I know the most incredible ladies who deserve an entire kingdom,

and to be treated like a royal princess,

and live happily ever after.

I am not stupid.

I don't live in La-La land.

Life is full of trials.

Trying times that will push you to your limits.

But for once in my life,

I would love to see these hardships pull a marriage together

instead of push the love apart.

I'm just sick of it.

I'm never getting married.

I will with my seven kitties and two parakeets.

My testimony of my Savior's love will be enough for me in this life.

Isn't that why we are here?

To become like Him?

And that is my goal.

So why do I need to fall in love?

Because I know it won't last.

It never does.

Once the honeymoon stage passes, I fear everything will fall apart.

So as of this moment I am never getting married.

Maybe I'll move to Ethiopia.

I will work in the orphanages as a nanny and serve the people there.

Maybe I will become a lonely psychologist,

who spends all of her time developing an actual cure for Schizophrenia.

I'll be so busy, having a husband would be silly.

Yes.

I like these plans.

Along with my kitties.

I give up as a hopeless romantic.

That is a far off dream that will never be reached.

Well,

thanks for listening to my ramble.

Rain Rain Go Away.

Roller coasters.

They are so fun.

Especially when you are discussing emotions.

Last night I couldn't sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing.

In hysterics.

I laid in my bed for an hour holding on to old letters.

Replaying memories.

The thrashing rain outside didn't help much either.

It helped remembering the times of smiles and giggles.

It also helped with the pain.

The ache in my chest.

Pounding.

Cracking.

Today was Elder's sixth month mark.

Six. Months.

Ouch.

I can't believe it.

Six months without the boy I fell head over heals for.

The boy that changed me.

Changed my ways,

Changed my outlook on life.

The boy that pushed me to be my best.

He brought out the very best in me.

He kissed me.

And cherished every moment.

He lifted me out of the darkness and helped my testimony grow leaps and bounds.

I was in love.

And you humbuggers who believe that true love doesn't exist in high school?

I am sad for you.

The feelings between me and Elder were real.

Strong.

Powerful.

I have never been so happy.

And that is happiness you are pushing away.

You'll understand eventually.

It's the best.

I woke up this morning,

late as usual.

I rushed to get ready for a dear SBO meeting.

I turned on my Linkin Park,

trying to block out all thoughts.

I put on a scarf.

A pink one.

I thought it would help brighten my mood.

I went to my meeting.

Smiling at everyone,

praying they could see the disguise.

I sprinted to seminary knowing the spirit was the only thing that would heal my broken heart.

We talked about families.

And love.

Perfect.

I love my life.

Not.

I had a test in second.

Fail.

Once again,

I love my life.

Math has always been my favorite subject.

Everything has a rule.

It is constant.

Never changing.

Numbers are numbers.

Formulas are formulas.

And for OCD fanatics like Linsey?

Ya, math calms me.

So third passed with flying colors.

At lunch,

I saw him and her sitting at the lunch table.

She loves him.

He adores her.

I looked away before my eyes began to swell with tears.

It is hard to see couples in love,

when you are falling apart at the seams.

I didn't look at them again.

During fourth I saw my Crush.

I was in the hall, he walked by.

Stitch.

He smiled at me.

I smiled back.

Stitch.

The pain stopped momentarily.

I wished him luck at his game.

He said he would look out for me.

This time the smile wasn't forced, it was authentic.

I went to the soccer game.

My Crush is a stud.

He talked to me after.

I forgot about my pain, 

it almost... vanished.

I like to believe it was the fresh air and fresh thinking.

Maybe just maybe,

it's the fact that I see that there is still hope for me.

That this pain won't last forever.

I might one day be able to have the 10th day of the month come 

and not fall apart.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Arriving home,

I got a text from a special boy.

He simply asked me if I was going to the baseball game tomorrow.

It made all the difference in the world.

I felt special.

Remembered.

Isn't crazy how just a little text and some loving words can change your whole day?

Once again.

Roller coaster.

But I am a broken hearted teenage girl.

What do you expect?

Mommy Dearest, I Love You So.

The Day of Mothers.

What a special event.

We are celebrating the single most influential person to ever touch your life.

Your mother has been there from the very beginning.

I mean,

she created you.

She knows you better than anyone on this earth.

And today,

we get to celebrate all their greatness.

I was born January 29, 1994.

My mommy's uterus ruptured 

causing her to be forced into a C-section.

It is the number one killer of mommies and babies in the world.

I was, what my mom likes to say, a miracle baby.

April 1, 1994,

My mother wrote me this letter.

She placed it in my baby book for me to read.

I'm guessing for days like these, when I can look back,

and truly see how much she loves me.

My dear Linsey,

When I had the ultra-sound that said you were a girl, I was so excited and I dreamed of holding you in my arms. I t was so neat to see you in my womb, you were flexing your little arm. You arrival was anxiously awaited as you were 3 days late. I am so thankful to a loving Heavenly Father and modern medicine for your safe arrival. Just seeing your sweet face with your chubby little cheeks made all the pain bearable.  You were screaming when they put you up to my face, when I talked to you, your crying stopped. You knew my voice, you knew I was your mother. Then they whisked you away from me and I couldn't hold you for 4 hours. They were some of the longest hours I'ver ever waited. When I finally held you in my arms, it seemed like the whole world stopped, and for a split second, our spirits touched. You were such a beautiful baby! I kept saying a beautiful little body for a beautiful spirit. Heavenly Father sent you to earth at this time because he is in need of strong, valiant spirits. Linsey, you have brought so much love into our family. All I want to do is hold you. I look forward to our mother-daughter relationship. It is already blossoming. Linsey, you light up my days! Your big brother, Joshua, is so gentle with you and always gives you kisses. You daddy adores you too! I will always love you my sweet little girl. 

Love, Mom

I love my mom.

She is my best friend.

Sometimes we fight and get on each other's nerves.

My room isn't always cleans and she freaks out.

She will say something insensitive that will push me to tears.

But in the end,

This women knows me better than I probably know myself.

I love her.

Thank you mom.

For everything you do for me.

I mean everything.

I don't know what I would do without you.

I love you.

FOREVER!

Nuzzle nuzzle. :)

I Stand All Amazed.

I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me
I tremble to know that for me he was crucified
That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me
Oh, it is wonderful
Wonderful to me
I marvel that he would descend from his throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine
That he should extend his great love unto such as I
Sufficient to own, to redeem and to justify
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me
Oh, it is wonderful
Wonderful to me
I think of his hands, pierced and bleeding to pay my debt
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Secure in the promise of life in his victory
Thus ransomed from death I will live to my Savior's praise
And sing of his goodness and mercy through endless days
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me
Oh, it is wonderful
Wonderful to me
Remember our Savior.
And his atoning sacrifice.
Remember that He is risen.
He has conquered death, that we may all live again.
Christ is my best friend.
He has given me everything.
And I will give him my life.
I will be an instrument in his humble hands.
My testimony is strong.
And unyielding.
I am a daughter of King,
and sister of his only begotten Son.
A true princess.
Happy Easter. :)

Everything Happens For A Reason.

I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we're not wise enough to see it.


Every one of us gets through the tough times because somebody is there, standing in the gap to close it for us.


The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams.


What we're all striving for is authenticity, a spirit-to-spirit connection.


I've learned that you can't have everything and do everything at the same time.

Prayers are answered.

Heavenly works in the most mysterious of ways.

I went to a surprise party.

Not with my usual group of friends,

but the children I aspire to be friends with in the next year.

The soccer players.

The tennis plays.

The student council souls.

I began to shake as I entered the back yard where the partying was being held.

With my red headed little sister by my side,

my feet drug me to the back yard.

All eyes looked at me skeptical.

Quizzically.

Glaring, their eyes practically spoke:

"Why is she here?"

I averted my eyes downward, sulking into the basement of the house,

to find the one true place I belong.

The food table.

Yes, food always makes everything better.

After I indulged myself with veggies and sweets,

I began to collect my thoughts.

"I must fit in. I must. You can do this Linsey. Just be yourself. You can do this."

So the self pep up talk began.

It helped a little.

I went back into the sharp cold air,

and began socializing.

Have I ever mentioned I am one of the most bizarre people to walk to planet?

My life is world of awkward.

But that is what makes it fun right?

As I began to climb out of my little shell,

my true colors shone through.

I was my real, crazy self.

From breaking it down in Just Dance 2,

or creating my own dance moves,

interpretive dancing through the entire basement,

or being twirled around the floor by my newly rekindled friendship,

stuffing my face with cake,

making new friends,

bum wars,

scary movies,

star gazing with my Crush,

long hugs in the cold,

and screaming through the streets,

I was able to see my life for what is truly was.

This is my new path.

The best kids around.

So silly.

So innocent.

Kids that dance around like fouls for the heck of it.

And to be honest?

I haven't been that happy in the longest time.

I could feel the Holy Ghost burning inside me.

Whispering that this was my new route.

These friendships are the ones I must pursue.

I could not be more excited.

I cannot remember a time I have laughed that much.

Rolling on the floor.

A smile that forms that is definitely going to leave line in the future.

But that is what this life is all about?

Moments like these?

I believe so.

I am excited for my newly made Cheerleaders.

They are going to have the time of their lives.

It is their path.

My is completely different.

And that's okay.

It's the way Heavenly Father wants it,

so it must be right.

And I am not going to doubt it.

I am going to smile.

Embrace the change.

Because, if my senior year is like tonight,

my life is going to be incredible.

Best. Year. Ever.

I cannot wait.

I am so happy.

Truly happy.

My life is never to go be the same,

but hey,

I think it is only going to get better.

I know it is.

Sometimes people come into your life and 

you know right away that they were meant to be there.

To serve some sort of purpose, 

teach you a lesson 

or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be but,

 when you lock eyes with them, 

you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible,

 painful and unfair but, 

upon reflection, 

you realize that without overcoming those obstacles 

you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. 

Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck.

 Illness, Injury, love, 

lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests,

 life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. 

Safe and comfortable

 but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. 

The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, 

and the bad experiences can be learned from. 

In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, 

betrays you or breaks your heart, 

forgive them.

Because they have helped you learn about trust and 

the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. 

If someone loves you, love them back, unconditionally,

 not only because they love you,

 but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.

Make every day count.

 Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, 

for you may never be able to experience it again. 

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before,

and actually listen. 

Let yourself fall in love, 

break free and set your sights high.

Hold your head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, 

for if you don’t believe in yourself, 

no one else will believe in you.

You can make anything you wish of your life. 

Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.

And if you love someone tell them, you never know what tomorrow may have in store.

Learn a lesson in life each day that you live.

 Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday. 

Was it worth it?

I Have Been Blessed With A Calming Peace.

Everything happens for a reason.

I know this.

I have a testimony of it.

Today, I decided to attend another soccer game.

My red headed little sister accompanied me, always by my side.

At least I'm not losing her, 

Heck!

The girl is going to be on Dance Company with me.

She is my ultimate besty.

At least I will always have her right?

As I stood in the stands at the game,

screaming and chanting my team on,

talking about an exciting assembly that took place months ago,

belly gut laugh with my best friend,

surrounded by fellow classmates who radiate the light of the Christ,

I had my heart heal a bit.

I saw the picture for what it truly was.

These kids,

student council and what not,

are going to become my new family.

My new best friends.

And let me tell ya.

I could NOT be MORE excited.

I am smiling cheek to cheek just thinking about it.

I am losing my current best friends to the cheer world,

and I know our friendship will dwindle.

But my new council will fill that whole.

Actually....

It won't just fill, it will make it overflow!

I could not be happier with my life right now.

I am at peace.

Prayers are answered.

My Heavenly Father loves me.

I have been blessed with understanding.

A calming peace.

Everything is going to be okay.

He has a plan.

For you.

For me.

I am smiling.

I love soccer.

A certain boy to say the least.

And I love you.

Life is grand.

I Never Thought I'd See The Day And Be Smiling.

Well well well.

I never thought this day would come.

Truly... I never did.

Lets start from the beginning. 

How Elder and I met.

For this is start of a most epic tale.

This was posted January 30, when these emotions were most real.

"Ok all you readers, such as.... no one, listen up.

This is the story of how I fell in love. It is the usual story. The older boy and the younger girl grew up together. Couldn't stand to be around each other. Seperated through the awful junior high years. Weren't even friends girl's sophomore year, while the older boy was a senior. Meet back up awkwardly. Instantaneously fall in love. Then in the blink of an eye... he's gone.

Well if you haven't figured out, I am the younger girl. And that is my story in a nut shell.
Shall I expand on the situation? I shall. 
Lets take a moment to observe my current situation.

• I am a Junior in High School. 
• I am on Dance Company.
• I got the best friends around. 
• I have a family that loves me very much. 
• I am so blessed and grateful. 
• I have an unyielding testimony of my Savior and his church 

My life should be perfect right? Wrong. There is a hole. A hole that hurts with every breath I take, with every heartbeat. Every time my heart pounds the hole gets bigger. Because he is not here. He is gone.

Two. Whole. Years. 

Yes, I sent off a missionary. And everyday that he is gone, my heart yearns to be with him and yet, he is serving the people of central america. Its all bitter-sweet. Sweet, in such a way as he serving the lord. He will change lives. He is going to work miracles. He will mature and gain a sense of humility. He will back 10 times the guy I knew. I should be happy. But I am not. I am heart broken and wounded. I am lost. I need him.

Okay, so maybe I am a little dramatic.

We are going to call this boy.... Elder. Just Elder. Me and Elder.. Well.. we go way back. I remember specifically being in kindergarten. Elder and my big brother, Joshy Boy [currently serving a mission in Anaheim, California], were best friends growing up. There was a whole group of boys actually. All of them I adored. Oh boy, those second graders had it going on! Because of my adoration, I was subjected to much torture. The span of my entire childhood was filled with hits, kicks, and bruises from my secret loves. Yes, I remember Elder beating me up.

Good times.. good times.

Once those second graders hit 7th grade, the tortured stopped. Those boys stopped coming over because Joshy's friends changed. I forgot about them and moved onto boys my own age. YA YA! Skipping forward a couple years, I entered high school.

Oh, sophomore year. The memories. The best year of my life. Lets just say... I dated a couple guys. One being Elder's best friend. Grrrrr..... I have a STRONG dislike for that man. But that is a different story. Elder and I are not friend, nor would I ever thought we would be. Junior year now rolls around. All my second grade lovers slash my beloved seniors are all headed off to different parts of the country for their missions. Including my brother. My best friend. My constant comfort. He was gone, I was alone.

In result of this pain, tears flowed constantly. I thought it was going to last forever. That following Friday changed my life forever. I decided I needed to try and be happy. In this attempt, I went to our high school football game.

I had never felt so alone.

All my friends were blind to my sorrow and insincerity filled their voices. All I could think was  
"The next two years are going to be like this. My own personal hell."
Once the game ended, I wanted to run home as fast as I could. Before I could take off, I ran into some old friends. My beloved seniors. My mood changed knowing that these boys were filled with the spirit of christ. Their light shone so bright. I couldn't help but smile. As I was conversing with these bretheren, I noticed one hanging in the back. He would not make eye contact with me.

There is something you need to know about me.
If I want to know you, you better buck up. You will be my friend.

I decided to march up to this young man and made it known that I exist. My heart started to pound as I approach his imitating stance.

"When do you leave for your mission, Aaron?"
"The tenth of November." He answered politely.
"Wow, that is coming up! That is oh so very exciting. I believe I heard that you are going to guatemala?" I asked, trying to engage in light conversation.

And BAM!

We clicked.

My life will never be the same from that night.

Everything changed.

That night I fell in love. I truly did. I knew what I was getting myself into. This boy was leaving in a month and a half for two years.. This next month and a half had to be filled with him. My elder.

And let me tell you.

That was the BEST month of 2010.

We spent every second we could with each other. We went to concerts. Stargazing. Late night car rides. Church movies. Dates. Kisses. Fighting. Sneaking out. Dinner. Laughing so hard we were rolling on the floor. Singing our lungs out. Baking treats. Scary movies. Awkard moments. Late night phone calls. Wrestling. Bowling. Life talks. More kisses. Testimonies.
Falling in love.
My life was a fairytale. I don't think there was a happier person to ever walk the earth. My mother told me I was glowing. Life was perfect. I could not ask for anything more. I was living in complete bliss.
Then he left.
He was gone. I was alone.
Most people's heart are broken because of a switch in emotion. One doesn't feel the same as they did before. Mine was different. We were completely in love. Completely content. And in our prime, we were seperated. I know he still loves me. Thats why I am broken. I love him, he loves me. Two years til I can be with him again. BAH.
Another chip off the ol' heart.
I am waiting for my Elder. Lets be honest. I am in high school. I am going to date other boys. Maybe even kiss. But my heart will ALWAYS be with my Elder. He is my Best Friend. Two more years. I can handle it.
I can do this. "

That is how it started. 

A glimpse of our relationship.

I fell. Hard.

Which is completely silly looking back.

I knew he was leaving.

I knew I would be alone.

But isn't that the crazy thing about love?

We take ridiculous risks and bizarre actions,

to catch a smidge of the happiness that comes with another unyielding care and passion?

Well, I have waited.

I pray for Elder every night.

I write him a weekly email every Monday.

I send a letter every two weeks.

I have not kissed a boy since he has left back in November.

Minus the Christmas Assembly, if you know what I'm talking about.

My heart has completely held onto our relationship,

never fully letting fall for another lad.

Well, today, this all came to a close.

I received a letter from my dear Elder.

Yes, it finally came.

I was giddy.

I was screaming.

Running around like a little girl who was surprised with a pony on her birthday.

I ripped the letter open only to find one measly piece of paper.

One paragraph.

That is never a good sign.

As I read the contents of the letter my heart sank.

Buried itself in embarrassment and sorrow.

He began to tell me that:

• He hopes I am enjoying my high school experience.

• And that he doesn't want me hopelessly waiting around for him.

• He frankly said that he is giving his complete all to the Lord, and doesn't have time for anything else or anyone for that matter.

• He requested that I stopped writing him so that he can solely focus on the work.

• He wished me a good life and to enjoy every moment of it.

The end.

I sat there.

Blankly staring at the letter.

I waited for the moister to strike me eyes and fall endlessly down my face.

I waited for the pain to reoccur in the never failing hole punched deep into my chest.

I waited for my body to collapse due to the shock and horror of what the contents of the letter read.

But none of that happened.

I smiled.

Even giggled a bit.

Suddenly I thought, 

Linsey, why in the world are you smiling at a time like this?

I have had to take this whole day, and try to dissect my emotions.

Here is my conclusion.

I am relieved.

I can let him go.

No more tears, no more sorrow for when the letter doesn't show.

I can live my happy high school life,

as a senior,

as an SBO.

I can feel my Savior's love.

His enlightenment.

I know Elder came into my life for a reason, he played a special role.

He taught me what love is.

What I am searching for.

What a relationship should be like.

It's amazing.

Heavenly Father has outstanding ways of working.

He knew this was a lesson I needed to learn.

I am happy.

I am smiling.

Elder can now move on,

and become the best missionary ever on the planet!

I know he will be.

He is that incredible.

Who ever is the lucky girl that marries this young man will win the jackpot of all men.

I am excited for her.

And my true love is out there.

Waiting for me.

Man, I am feeling good.

I can feel my Savior's arms around me,

as he whispers that everything is going to be alright.

And it will be.

Goodbye Elder.

The stories of you will cease to exist on this blog.

I love you.

You will always hold a very dear spot in my heart.

I will never forget you.

Thank you, for all you have taught me.

Go get em, Elder Hill.

I am so proud of you.

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!