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Just in case you're wondering, this is what we do during Christmas break.

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Hi, school.

Teachers are splurging on a $5.00 pedicures, parents are picking over the sale rack at Shopko, and students are treating ''classes" like a disgusting swear word. It's that time again.

time to go

back

to

school.

For those of you who are not high school age, you can tell by the cheesy back-to-school-shopping commercials where the kids go to K-Mart and suddenly emerge on the first day of school looking like rock stars. I went to K-Mart once, but apparently, their instant-fashion-model-machine was on the fritz, and all they had left were some ill-fitting hello kitty shirts. 

in the spirit of  the new year i thought it would be appropriate to make a list of all the wisdom i have acquired as a high school student.

1.When someone says "I like your outfit" it doesn't actually mean they like your outfit.

2. "Forever" lasts about two weeks. (encompassing everything from "best friends forever" to "i'll love you forever")

4. When you figure out which teachers don't actually read your essays, every class can be a creative writing class!

5.if you think that cheap cologne will remedy the smell of your B.O. after gym.....you're very wrong.

6. cheerleader wears sweats = cute and athletic. Geek wears sweats = gross and lazy.

7. always have something to fiddle with when you go down the hall in the middle of class. otherwise you have to do the awkward half glance-quarter turn move when you pass the only other person in the hall. fake texting is acceptable.

8. bands you must say you like = Led Zepplin, the Beatles, Bob Marley. Bands you may never admit to liking = Justin Bieber, The Jonas brothers, anyone that started out on Disney Channel.

9. when conversing with boys you have to use terms that they will understand, like "Call of Duty" "Football" or "eating". avoid words like "relationships" or "feelings"

10. just smile, you'll get through it.

ahhhhhhhhh high school. can't live with it, can't go to college without it.




this is going to be a great year.






 

lights!.....camera!......wait.

A few days ago i finished a book about learning how to "live a better story." you know, like if your life was a movie, would critics give it two thumbs up, or rather chop their thumbs off than be forced to sit through it?


(i will now give you time to ponder this concept)







that's what i was thinking! my story is much to boring! so i decided to have a go at a more adventurous life.

my first attempt was to book a flight to California the next day. i planned out my transportation, my hotel, my flight, and my food. that's all you need and you're ready to go, right?

wrong.

turns out, a trip that spontaneous takes some serious moolah. almost $1,000.       yipes.
so then i decided that instead, i would try to get to California with only a tank of gas and $38.00, relying on crazy opportunities, the kindness of others, and my 17-year-old intellect. sounds like a good plan, right?

wrong again.

the parents pulled the plug on this one. they said it was "much to dangerous" and anyone who wanted to do something like that would be "out of their mind".
i'm not out of my mind, just bored out of my mind!!

for my third attempt, i threw the whole California idea into the recycling bin, (i'm going green) and settled on going to St. George by myself . my grandparents have a condo there, it doesn't take too long to drive, and most importantly- i won't have to take out a second mortgage on my barbie house to cover the cost. primo! right?

wrong x 3

apparently i had a doctor's appointment in two days, and i couldn't move it. therefore, i was to stay firmly planted in Salt Lake soil for the week.

lame sauce.

so i had to be content with getting my friend, dressing up as princesses, and having a tea party with our stuffed animals at the capitol building, complete with juice boxes as tea, and Golden Grahms as crumpets. (at eleven o' clock at night of course)

oh dear, it seems like living an interesting story may be harder than i thought........but i'll make it work.

for now pip pip, cheerio!  
         

Emergen-c Post

May i just say that i am writing this post despite the fact that i am violently ill?!?! (sore throat and runny nose) you know this is true because i'm writing at 6:30....A.M!! since the rare Paige-apotumus is usually nocturnal, and doesn't wake up until at least 11:00...you know this is a special occasion.
the special occasion was this: i was inspired. (that and i was laying wide away in my bed due to severe nostril discomfort). and when i am inspired, my fingers run themselves on over to the nearest keyboard. (luckily only computer keyboards, because if they ran over to normal keyboards...the music world would shun me forever.)

so please enjoy this flemmy edition of my life.

Last night, at two in the morning i was driving around (in my glamorous mini-van) trying to find a grocery store that was open 24 hours, so that i could buy some emergen-c.

definition: emergen-c: nasty flavored vitamin C that has an outrageous amount of yuck for it's small package. you just dissolve into water and chug away!

so i was driving (vroom vroom, and other various car noises) when i realized that No grocery stores are open past 12:00!! What is this??? what about late night ice cream runs? who's going to help the 2:00 A.M. Dorito addicts? what happened to the American dream??

So i drove my disgruntled tush all over the city. (to no avail) but i did- in fact receive a new bit of information that i think i will find quite useful.

driving at night is fantastic.

it's nice to climb in the enclosed haven of a vehicle, full of warm, welcoming air when it's so chilly outside, turn on a little classical music, and drive through the deserted streets, dominating the stop signs, and watching the beautiful masterpiece painted on the streets from different streetlamps and stoplights. this oddly peaceful sensation is heightened by the sheer fact that most people are asleep, when the city is most beautiful, and the atmosphere most peaceful. every fellow late night driver you come in contact with seems to be in the same secret night-time club. you feel a strange sense of friendship with them as you wonder where they're headed at such a late hour.

yes, my friends, i did indeed fail to find a purchasable packet of "this tastes nasty" but i did, however uncover one of the night's most precious secrets, and intend to go on midnight drives more often.

now i must blow my nose before it throws a fit. its an emergen-c.

in--vest--ing in safety

If you have ever stayed up late wondering "What in the World does Paige do at 11:00 At Night?" look no further.

Apparently, at precisely eleven, i can be found riding my flat tire-ed beach cruiser up a hill, while wearing a tragically hideous reflector vest.

that's right. i said re-flec-tor vest.

how did this come to be? i'm glad you asked. the power of the parent, my friends, the power of the parent.

the power of the parent is this: they can ask their children to do outrageously unnecessary and often humiliating things all in the name of "safety"

ahhhhhh the big "Safety" claim. believe it or not- two tear olds have been put on leashes, families have worn matching SPAM shirts, and bicycles have been adorned with bright red flags, all in the name of "safety." sometimes i think that parents do things "for our benefit" when they just really need a good laugh. i mean, a reflector vest for a teenager? seriously? this was their argument.

Me: i'm going on a bike ride
Dad: not at 11:00, you're not.
Me: we live in the safest neighborhood, and no one even drives at night!
Mom: ok you can go......IF

IF is the most dangerous word to escape a mothers lips. whenever you hear it......brace yourself

Mom:IF you wear a reflector vest

At this point in the story, the words "reflector vest" seemed to be formed in slow motion as the camera zoomed in on her mouth. reeee---fleeec----torrrr----veeeest. and the creepy Psycho music screeched in the background.
Me: No. way.

Dad: then you can't go on a bike ride
Me: fine. i'll wear it.

And that is how i ended up on this fantastical journey of humiliation thinking please don't know me, please don't know me at every car that came speeding toward me. but upon reflection (haha) i figure, all the boys wish their girlfriends were as safe as me.

safety is dang attractive. even in a vomitrocious reflector vest made in the 80's.






i know you're jealous.

snacks for thought.

have you ever contemplated the possibilities of the human mind?

it is said that we use less than ten percent of our Brain (3% if you believe fictional movies starring Bill Murray).

But seriously.

the mind is what controls all of our bodily functions, so if we access a larger percentage can we raise and lower our temperatures at will? can diet-crazed-women speed up their metabolism through mere thought? can penetrating the inner workings of your own mind give you an actual Star Wars like "force" to move things. (oh come on, you KNOW that you've half believed the cookies would fly to your hands if you concentrated hard enough)

i have often wondered if you could recall lost memories, and see them in your mind as vividly as if they were taking place at that moment, or choose your dreams, or grow your toenails faster all by the power of the mind. if we only use 10%, then what is the other 90 capable of?

we have possibly limitless control over things we have never been able to master. our minds could potentially change our appearances, our moods, our technology, and our overall quality of life!

and most people sit around playing halo.