The Pathetic Life.

I have a problem.

It is an addiction.

It has consumed my life.

But...

I'm completely fine with that.

Vampire Diaries

I spent 

Saturday Night

and

all day Sunday

watching the entire first season.

That is 22 one hour episodes.

That is almost a full day of television.

But I did it.

Impressive right?

And you want to know why I did this ridiculous thing?

All my girlfriends are in love.

Every. Single. One.

They are constantly giggling with excitement about their new lovers.

Adorable stories of dates.

Saucy stories of first kisses.

How in love they are.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

They are all so happy.

And I'm so happy for them.

But at the same time...

I had to throw a pity party for myself.

Because that is how pathetic I am.

So since my life is seriously lacking in that certain department,

I tried to spice it up.

I spent the last day and a half

watching humans and vampires fall in love.

With lots of violence.

And lots of kissing.

Which was probably my favorite part because I am seriously lacking in that department.

So...

Welcome to my life.

The pathetic life.

And I am quite fine with it.

Sort of.

Watch this clip.

Just see why it fills my empty pot of romance. 

It kills me.

Stefan is my man.

Who needs someone you can actually touch?

I got this dashing fellow all to myself.

Not to mention I have a life size cardboard cut out of him.

It's fine.

Ya.

Thats my love life in a nut shell.

Its fine.

We Are A Team. Full of Fashion and Friendship.

Once upon a time,

I was so blessed.

Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways.

Yes, he does.

What am I talking about?

May I just say...

ALLYSE'S BRIDAL FASHION TEAM 2012

Some say it looks awesome.
Others say stupid.
Some say neat.
Others say silly.

But one thing I know for sure.
It might be one of the best things to ever happen to me.

Friday Morning 7:30 am
My hands were shaking as I walked through those cold metal mall doors.
I turned the corner and entered the store.
It was a room of crowded people.
I have never felt so alone.
I turned in my luggage and grabbed a muffin by the mirrors.
The greens carpet caught my attention as I thought of what my friends were doing that day.
Seven Peaks?
Maybe a night under the stars with their bodies pressing into the thick green grass?
Whatever it was,
I wouldn't be there.
Small talk was made.
No one really willing to be their one hundred percent self.
We sat in a circle.
I mainly looked at the ground.
I could not think of ONE thing to say.
Not one.
Then a girl with very long blonde hair asked if she could squeeze in.
She was soft spoke.
The ultra polite type.
I was intrigued.
She was quite the opposite of me.
Luckily she was a dancer.
So that made a click from the start.
We discussed local studios and different school programs.
Turns out she is from Lone Peak,
and fifteen minutes away from my house.

I was in the Blue Group.
Also known as Gucci.
We played get to know you games.
I shared my passing out problem and all my favorite things.
Turns out the blonde was in my group again.
I really liked her.

We had a fashion class from the funniest old lady.
Half the stuff she said...
Ya, we did NOT expect that to come out of her.
My favorite type of apparel would be Romantic.
I learned that.
I was informed I had a M butt.
Yay for me.

At lunch is where the magic happened.
I sat by the two Lone Peak representatives and something happened.
I didn't have to try to make conversation.
I didn't have to worry about my every thought.
I didn't feel the pressure to be perfect.
I was me.
Happy little me.
And I knew these girls would become close friends.
I had that little tingle in the stomach,
And I could feel Heavenly Father shining over me.
I could feel his warmth.
His brightness.
And friendships were formed.
To the point,
Where we are moving in with one another when we graduate down in the red rocks.
We are going to college with each other.
And only after 4 hours.

We had walking classes.
And we learned our path on the Runway.
Dresses were sized and distributed.
I got a pretty one.
It made me feel like a princess.

We got to check into our hotel.
I roomed with the three most adorable girls on this planet.
We watched What Not To Wear.
It fit the theme of our gathering.
With only 30 minutes of down time,
We were off once more.

Luau baby.
And let me just say,
Exciting things happened.
I rolled down a BIGG hill.
I attempted different types of rolls but I only ended up nearly kill myself.
My ladies and I played on the giant elastic.
Running til we couldn't stop laughing.
Running til I fell flat on the bottom.
Running til I couldn't run no more.
As we laid under the shade with our heartbeats high,
I smiled in the warm sun.
This felt so easy.
So natural.
No one expected me to be anyone.
They didn't know my past.
They know the girl I have come to be and what I stand for this very moment.
And they loved me.
They appreciated me.
And I love them.
Maybe a little bit more.

See what I'm talking about?
What beauts.
We ate unbelievable food.
We're talking three big plates full.
Modesty was discussed with cute men from BYU and premissionary boys.
It was fantastic.

That night I went swimming.
Hot tubbing.
Spent the night buy chocolate,
running away from football players,
and watching My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.
I was completely content.
The happiest I had been in a long time.

The next morning we had a two hour photo shoot.
Linsey and her awkward life.
It was bad.
Then the ladies and I went shopping.
We went into a photo booth.
We are a little crazy.

Best friends?

I say yes.

Then we got ready for the runway.

Did I mention I was awkward?

The blonde and I had to sprint to the bathroom to wipe off all the gunk and creams.

We laughed.

We helped each other.

She's one of my bestest friends.

Did I mention we are moving in with each other once we graduate?

Ya, we are.

Here are some pictures.

Happiness.
Pure happiness.

I love my Fashion Team.
Every single girl.
Motto time?
Modest is hottest.

And Things Went Better Than Planned.

First Week of Summer.

Done.

Check.

Things accomplished:

• Watched Twlight
• Watched New Moon
• Watched Eclipse
• Watched Harry Potter 6
• Watched Harry Potter 7
• Read half of Twilight
• Read half of Harry Potter 7
• Worked a 25 hour week
• Attempted to go to Seven Peaks
• Devoured 3 different flavored snow cones
• Made cookies
• Went to the temple
• And sucessfully hung out with my cousins every night

I have vetoed high school.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

I don't want to do anything crazy.

In the words of Bruno Mars

"Today I don't feel like doing anything.

I just want to lay in my bed.

Don't feel like picking up my phone,

So leave a message at the tone.

Cuz today I don't feel like doing anything."

That has been my motto.

I have not put at ounce of make up on my face in the last week.

Nor have a put any heat or product to my hair.

If ever I need to look semi-ly decent,

the mane is thrown back into a slicked ponytail.

Because you know why?

I don't really care anymore.

I have given up on having a crazy summer.

Everyone is gone,

And I have no thrive to do anything insane.

Instead I would rather spend my days working.

Or sleeping.

Or...

Spending time with the most amazing ladies in the world.

My cousins.

They make me laugh so hard,

Diet Coke spurts out my nose.

And that hurts.

So we laugh even harder.

We giggle until our tummies hurt and we are crying for oxygen.

We realize maybe we aren't the most obsessed fans in the world because we never worried about the oil or whether they weigh foam or concrete.

And we are grateful we haven't reached that point.

We spend the night discussing our ties, glasses, and tickets as we watch part 1 of Harry Potter 7.

I have never been so happy.

Because here's the thing.

Friends are going to come and go.

It's high school.

Life is constantly changing.

You lose friends to cheerleading.

You gain some through Student Council.

Change.

Change.

Change.

One thing is constant.

And that is family.

No matter how much you want them go away at times,

or how annoyed you get,

Family is never going to change.

After high school,

you are never going to see half the people you are surrounded by everyday.

But where ever you go in life,

or whatever you become,

Family is always there to back you up.

And I'm glad I have realized this now.

Because I have the coolest family ever!

We are nuts.

I am never going to be able to bring a boy to a family party because I know they will scare him off.

We have to be engaged first.

So then he can't back out.

But that is why I love my extended family so dearly.

We are so blunt.

And hilarious.

I love it.

I love them.

Today I went to the temple for the first time in ten months.

Why so long you ask?

To be honest I don't know.

Things just come up.

And I lost the drive to go.

I forgot how much I loved that place.

And how it clears your mind.

It helps you set your priorities right.

It brings you happiness.

You feel your savior closer than ever.

My goodness.

And since I haven't been on the temple grounds in almost a year,

I decided to document the day.

One thing about Linsey?

I'm really into photography.

Lots.

I wish I was better and more creative...

But what can you do?

I like editing.

Bringing out the natural beauty in everything and everyone.

Making every detail brighter and full of happiness.

And on temple grounds?

Complete happiness.

If ever you are struggling.

Feeling weak or down.

Insecure or alone.

Go to the House of the Lord.

It's fantastic how things work out. 

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.

Please Start Now. Yes, I Would Like That.

Ah-ha moments.

Priceless.

Do you ever have those moments when all the pieces fit?

Where every thought clicks?

And makes perfect sense?

I had a few of those on Saturday.

Maybe more than a few.

It started out with a service project.

Picking up the trash in American Fork.

My dear group had the joyful task of walking from In-N-Out to Cold Stone.

I brought a friend.

*Place giggle here*

I was told I was completely useless because it was impossible to stay concentrated.

Hm.

I don't understand what they are talking about.

I adore these girls.

I'm a total loser for not getting a picture with my friend.

Ugh.

I spent the rest of the day with my soul sister.

It in insane how you can be the exact opposite of a person,

but at the same,

you find your other half.

She's the artistic one.

Writing, photography, art,

the whole shibang.

I'm the logical one.

I like numbers and patterns.

Consistency.

Symmetry.

OCD.

Being best friends is having one soul in two bodies.

I found my other half.

We maybe so different,

but we are givers.

We will give EVERYTHING to those we care about.

Do anything for them.

Listen to their joys and rejoice with them.

Discuss little details and over analyze every portion as girls love to do.

Listen to stories of heartbreak and comfort,

even when we are dying inside.

Serve the ones we love in every way possible.

I always knew I did this.

But never have I met someone willing to open up to me,

as she has.

The more we talked, the more we began to realize we both made SBO for many reasons.

One of the top reasons?

To become soul sisters.

And we are.

And I love her.

I am so blessed to have this young lassie in my life.

We went to yard sales.

Went grocery shopping.

We played with kitties and puppies.

See for yourself.

Look at my little Simba.

What a gem.

The old and new council member had a little party.

I was abnormally quiet.

I still feel like the odd girl out.

Soon, my odd ways will be accepted and I will have a family with my council.

But for now...

I'm scared.

I'm scared I won't fit it.

That I will be looked at as this random child on council,

that doesn't really belong.

I know once my council sees the true me,

they will welcome me with open arms.

But I am in transition right now.

With friends,

with myself.

I am changing.

And I know it.

Love it, to be precise.

Ah-ha.

I spent half my night with my SBO ladies.

And that is when things clicked.

I looked around, and I felt loved.

And cared for.

When it comes to a Blue,

such as myself,

there is not a greater feeling.

I can already tell,

we are going to be so so close.

I can't wait.

  

Dear StuCo,

I would really appreciate it if you would start now.

I would love to have a family.

My dream is to walk up to all the members and each of them to smile and accept me.

That would be nice.

You are a major blessing in my life, and as I count my many,

I do not want you to go waste.

I want to start now.

This very moment.

I love you.

With all my heart.

Thank you.

For everything.

Please make my senior year the best one ever.

I would really like that.

With all my heart,

Linsey.

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! 

Friday. Friday. Friday is my favorite day.

I love Fridays.

Yes I do.

I love Fridays,

How about you?

I love when for first period you sit on the ground

and play monopoly for an hour.

When you actually understand what is going on in chemtistry.

I love when your teacher lets you leave in the middle of class to get Gandy's.

I love lunch sides and when teachers bare their testimony.

I love Dance Company.

When we run and run and run.

When we collapse in the middle of the field because we are all so out of shape.

Cartwheels and rolling down big green hills.

Playing tag.

Ending in the fetal position.

I love being with best friends in the sunshine.

Smiling and laughing.

Without a care in the world.

I LOVE SOCCER GAMES.

I hate that today marked the end of the season.

I love soccer players.

Sitting in the blistering heat with your best friend.

Talking about cereal. A special kind.

I love when the boys on the bleachers break out into song.

I love when a dear sophomore grabs my hand and serenades me with his beautiful voice.

I enjoy him.

I love feeling giddy.

And blushing.

I love watching the JV game with... well... you know who. :)

I want to cry at the fact that soccer games will cease to exist now.

But I love the memories.

All of them.

 I had to take a picture of the lovely group of boys serenading the crowd during halftime.

I like them.

WE LOVE SOCCER!

Great season boys.

We will really get em next year.

I love Texas Roadhouse.

And steak.

And potatoes. 

And their rolls.

Oh man... The rolls.

And embarrassing moments.

You know how I love those.

I love watching eight episodes of Modern Family.

Laughing my guts out.

I love nights at home,

with my sisters and mama.

I absolutely adore and completely obsessed with

Justin Beiber 

and his movie.

I love watching it twice in a row.

And when your best friend slash cousin understands your undying passion.

When her infatuation might exceed your own.

I love him.

So much.

With all my heart and soul.

I love my life.

Every part of it is beautiful.

Everything has happened for a reason.

I have never been so happy.

So motivated.

So ready.

Bring it on.

Swings and Delightful Things.

Guys. 

I did it.

I swung on the beloved device that I have been dreaming of for months and months.

The Swing.

Epic.

I know.

Not only did I complete a goal I had been aspiring to accomplish, 

I did so with my Crush.

Yes.

Someone pinch me.

Actually don't.

That would hurt.

But I was myself.

And was I awkward?

You betcha!

But only a little bit, so it's okay.

I'm getting better.

Also, I talked to a new friend.

I like her.

She makes me smile.

YOU know who you are. 

Yep,

I feel cool knowing that this young lady is going to read this.

You inspire me.

Thank you for being so wonderful.

And our connecting moments.

That is all.

I love nights like this.

Go hug your mom.

It is her special day.

New Thoughts And A Crazy Life.

Does your life ever feel like a whirlwind?

It is Wednesday night.

A week has never flown by faster in my life.

It feels like it should be Monday during third period.

My mind is blown currently at the moment.

Friday is almost here.

You know what that means?

You guessed it.

The usual highlight of my week.

A Soccer Game.

I cannot wait.

The events of Friday might turn out to be quite epic.

I'll let you know as the moment arrives,

but cross your fingers.

AF just whooped Lone Peak in the behind today is baseball.

Name the last time AF beat Lone Peak at anything.

You can't.

That's right.

We are taking it all the year baby!

I had a full on conversation with my Crush today.

In full sentences.

He even walked me to class.

I walked into English and pratically collapsed into my desk.

I felt special.

Why does he make me feel giddy?

If only he knew.

I did homework with my best friend tonight.

Honestly,

I can talk to him better than anyone I know.

He actually listens.

It's nice.

I love my little sophomore very much.

Today, I saw a wee junior higher walking home.

He had his eyes on the ground while walking through the mud.

His pants were flooded and his shirt had a couple stains.

His untamed messy hair was tussled in the wind and whipping his think glasses.

As I passed this boy,

I thought to myself,

I wonder what his is story.

I wonder how his life at home is,

how is father and mother treat him.

I wonder what are his strengths.

What are his weaknesses.

What trails does he face.

What makes him cry.

What makes him smile.

What does he want to be when he grows up.

What are his loves in life.

Who does he love.

Isn't it crazy how we go our whole lives passing strangers and never taking a second glance.

How we go to school and

put on a smile,

and act like nothing is wrong?

Like we are all living perfect lives?

The truth is,

it is all a show.

We are all real humans.

We all have trials.

We all scream and cry and fight.

Yet, 

we act as though everything is fine.

When it's not.

This boggles my mind.

I am still trying to conclude my thoughts on this subject.

If everyone just understood what every other person was going through,

wouldn't this world be a more gentler place?

More loving?

More happy?

Just something to think about.

It alters your perspective a wee bit 

when you look at the faces that you see in the hall every day.

I have love for every individual.

I see beauty in all of them.

Its a different experience.

I guess I am just growing.

I like it.

Random fact:

May the fourth be with you.

National Star Wars Day.

Epic.

Seeing everyone running around with lightsavers and 

fighting as jedis,

creating allies,

and preparing for combat.

Man, it was a good day.

Not gonna lie,

I learned some pretty deadly moves.

Not to toot my own horn 

or anything.

TOOT TOOT!

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.

Great Friday.

I know it is the sabbath day but please let me recap the events of my weekend.

This post will be my adventure of Friday night.

It was a good day.

Do you ever have the days at school were it is completely pointless to be there?

You watch a movie in every class?

You don't pick up a pencil once?

That was my day.

It was fantastic.

It was the last day of the term.

I earned a 4.0

There was no stress in my life.

I went to Cafe Rio for lunch.

I devoured a whole burrito.

It was delicious.

It was a good Friday.

Once again, 4th period came around.

After school got out, we had a little break from Dance Company.

I walked into the commons to find my dear friend Brette.

Once I spotted her, we had a nice little chat about the remainder of our night.

Suddenly I noticed a person standing to my left.

My Crush had actually approached me.

My face felt as though hot water had washed it clean.

I was as red as a tomato.

I almost died.

Almost.

He just wanted to tell me that his soccer game was a 3:30 instead of 4.

With a bit of small conversation, he left.

Oh my.

When he turned the corner, I collapsed.

My body just flailed on the floor.

I was so happy.

After Dance Co, I went to the soccer game.

It was freezing, but I loved watching our team play their little hearts out.

After the game, I got my nails done for prom.

It was a great Friday.