O.o Pretty

I like to have proof I exist. ( Besides actually existing of course.)
And pictures are proof of that.
Now these aren't pictures of me, but I took them.
And I'm awfully proud of them.

  I guess Utah can be kinda pretty.

Some People's Kids....

The people I call my friends... well they can be sorta weird
Here's some things I've heard them say

"If you were a muscle, you'd be really dense"
Mike

"You started using your high girl voices and I lost it" 
Ike

"If it poops in your hair I'll lick it out"

Senor Hunkmagnet

"Stop stabbing my nipple with your lightsaber!"
Teddy Bear Buddy

 "I want a pronounced jaw like you because it makes your neck look skinny and.... You have a nice head"
Ren

Senor Hunkmagnet: Staccato farts
DAndy: better than legato

"I don't think my love for food is strength of youth appropriate"
McKayKay

Me: Why do you have a loaf of bread?
Mike: Because the taste to cost ratio is better than school lunch.

Me: Senor Hunkmagnet just asked if he could give birth to cats, I told him he could.
Ren: No he can't! He doesn't have a uterus.

Me: Sunshine, wake up or I'll have to kiss you.
Sunshine: I guess I'll just have to stay asleep then.

I love my friends.

The End of the Beginning

Choir.
I've been a part of it for years.
and I'm not exaggerating when I say years.
my sister was part of it when she was in high school.
I went to her concerts
I watched her rehearse.
I grew to love choir and I wasn't even in it.

Eventually it was my turn.

Freshman year of high school I didn't have a lot of friends.
But I was in choir, and I made some new ones.
I met people in all shapes and sizes.
I met people who would change who I was entirely.
I met people.
I made friends.
People who I didn't realize would stick around this long.
People who are still some of my nearest and dearest friends even through the roller coaster that is high school.

Every year the seniors would leave and move forward with their lives.
Every year it would get a little bit harder to say goodbye.
This last May it was my turn.
My turn to move forward.
My turn to say goodbye,
My turn to leave my choir family.

Slowly from that first day I began to change because of choir.
I began to grow to become who I am.
 I grew to depend on the people and the atmosphere that was created through that choir program and through the beautiful music we made together.
They weren't just my friends anymore.
They became my family.

Tonight they performed their first concert of the year.
It was the first concert since my freshman year that I wasn't up on that stage.
I'm not going to lie.
It was hard.
Don't get me wrong, I'm so proud of them.
Seeing all my friends up on that stage doing what they love?
Priceless.

But today it hit me

Mission; an important goal or purpose that is accompanied by strong conviction

Since the missionary age change, missionary work has been on the brain.
With a farewell (if not more) almost every week I've had the chance to learn a lot.
I've lost a lot. And gained so much more.
 I've said a lot of goodbyes and very few hellos.

And I haven't even cried yet, despite what my track record is.

Missionaries are the best.
Their letters are filled with the spirit,and their emails show their growth. 
I love the joy they bring, not only to me but to all those who they come in contact with.
They are filled with love.
The power of that badge is immense. 

Long Overdue

There's this thing called Life. And it has this tendency to overwhelm.

It's been over 9 months since I've written and so much has changed.

I've read a lot.

I've written too.
Felt so powerful

 and then so small.
I've made new friends, lost some, and earned them back.
Fought for what I wanted and lost some things along the way.
I've worked and worked and seemed to get no where,
Yet when I look back nothing looks the same.