On Friendship and Judgement

I was the recipient of a good hard mental slap to the face, along with an emotional punch in the gut this week.

W.A.-Way Awesome.

Sometimes when you're a high school student, you think things about people subconsciously, and don't even realize it.

And that was also redundant. You're a cool kid, Aubrey.

Anyways, I had never even met this girl. I'd seen her in the halls at school and, since I am a human being naturally prone to pride, I thought less of her than I should have. Without going into detail, she seemed like the kind of girl who would drag you down into her unconcealed pit of misery if she could. How awful I feel. I learned this week, thanks to a buddy and my mental slap, that she was a lot stronger, and more courageous than anybody could see.

She had been adopted as a preteen. Her parents didn't like her, and kicked her out. She's now living in a motel with her sister and her sister's boyfriend. She's trying to make it through high school even though her learning disability gets in the way. She doesn't know how exactly she's going to make ends meet when she's out of high school.

I now have much more respect for her, and much less respect for me.





On a happier note, I have this awesome friend :) She's pretty good at talking to anybody. And everybody. All the time. She saved two lives in one day.

First, she saved a little boy, ok he's a (not so little) senior, who was sitting all by himself  at lunch. I tried to get the guts to go be his friend, but the awfully awkward situation kept playing through my head. That's when my awesome friend came to the rescue. She went up and talked to him, and they didn't stop talking. After I finished my lunch, I talked to him too.

He's W.A.-Way Awesome.

His name is Daniel, and he competes internationally with an Air Force drill team. He also writes freelance, and just had an article published in an Egyptian newspaper. His mile time is 6:23. You should all be friends with him.

Then she saved my life just a few hours later after my gut punch. Sometimes when you're me, you get your hopes up, or totally perceive something in the wrong way, and then it all ends with traumatic tragedy. That's what awesome friends are for. Especially when they drive you to your sister's house in Provo at 10 at night and hold your hand the whole way.

I.L.Y.L.R.- I Love You Lauren Roylance

Ha. Yeah.

Remember that goal... the one where I was going to write more often? hm.

Well, today's post is going to be about something I feel very passionate about: Teenage Boys

I don't want to sound like a whiner, but seriously? I don't even know what to think. Do they think their indifference is attractive? And what's up with this laziness stuff? I don't know a single person who consciously wants to be friends with a lazy person. And Call of Duty.

Why?

So, I have officially decided to only be friends with boys who are always nice to girls. I only have one friend boy. And he's my daddy :)

Other than that, life's been pretty... ya know...

Highschoolish

On Decision Making

I am the worst decision maker. Ever.

Cute? Yes. But almost entirely impossible to decide on. And the nice little lady showed me about 25,000 other pairs that would also work. Thank you, shoe store employees, for making my life just a little harder. This is just a dance. Can you imagine what my wedding might be like?

Ick.

Yesterday was PLAN day. Which means to us lowly sophomores, a wonderful 3 hours of testing. Good thing I like testing. Sometimes. Kind of. Just kidding. It really wasn't that bad, you know. Good thing I won't be a senior for another year and a half.

Ah.


Let's see...what else... Don't laugh to hard while you're looking at this.

Here in Utah we might refer to this as Relief Society Arm, but hey, it sounds better than arm fat. Or batwings.

Have a WONDERFUL day :)

Done.

I'm just done with life... I know I don't have a good reason, but I am.

I want to move away and never come back, start a brand new life...

And drown my regrets in butterscotch pudding.

Nostalgia

The Cool Thing About Having an Elmo-themed surprise party is that even though you have the basics figured out already, the details are very much a surprise.

I mean, I put on my Elmo T-shirt for no apparent reason and lumbered up the stairs. My mom probably thought: Wait....What? 
My thought process was most likely somewhere along these lines:
Oh, that surprise party is today
Um, I feel lazy
I'll just wear this Elmo shirt because I'll have time to actually get ready later
Wow, I haven't worn this shirt in a while
Should I wear those red keds?
No, that would look dorky

Once I was upstairs, that shirt "Sparked [my mom's] memory" and had my dad bring out an identical red Elmo hoodie that they had "forgotten" to give me on my birthday. I totally fell for it. Please don't look at that gross just-barely-out-of-the-shower face. Haha and can you see that wonderful British Lit textbook I have?

 Love.


I totally knew I was helping my sister watch her baby so my mom could set up the party. But I thought it was at my friend's house not my neighbor's so that was surprise number one. I was also unaware that this party had been intentionally Elmo from the beginning, surprise number two.

Surprise number three, I'm not photogenic. At all. But that's not really a surprise, okay?

Hooray for birthdays, and cake :)

And a shout out to my wonderful mother and sister who both threw me off pretty good....well? Which one would you use for that?