Sometimes I wish that my lips could build a castle... but 99% of the time I wish they'd just fall off.

AKA, why can't I just keep my big mouth shut?

The past few days I have said many things that I have regretted, many things that were just stupid, and many things that people probably should have laughed at... but they didn't.

So for all of you out there that I've probably made question my sanity, wonder what the heck I was talking about, or have paused with awkward silence, this post is for you. The acknowledgement of my ridiculousness and my heartfelt apology.

Now, here is a funny story. Yesterday I was in class... It was like a 4 hour class for secondary ed. We had just created group posters about school development programs and we had posted them on the back wall and each group was supposed to walk through and just read the other posters. My group was last, so we were just sitting and chatting, when my friend Amanda started singing Taylor Swifts, "We are never getting back together" (Don't think I am implying anything when I say I love this song, haha). I started joining in, and we were just belting T-Swift, when one of the boys proclaimed, "T SWIFT IS SO DUMB". (Note: I like all the people in my class, we weren't REALLY fighting..."

 HOOOOOLD on there buddy.

So we got in this argument about, yes, adolescent development and how Taylor Swift accurately depicts the life of teenagers through her songs. Maybe this is why older people hate her; her songs really relate to the teenage-cohort. I still love it. And so do a bunch of other people, which is probably why T-Swift is rollin in dough. (The green kind).

Anyway, debate. These guys were just relentless, and I was all opinionated and hyped up. My red side was showing.

ANGRY BOY: "T Swift just never grew up. All of her songs are so juvenile!"

ME: "Hey! As a matter of fact, that's one of her songs! "Never Grow Up!" *starts singing never grow up*" 

Then our teacher came in and agreed with us, how all secondary ed teachers need to listen to T Swift and watch glee to fully understand the teenage mind. Told you we were right.

Anyway, so we are having this debate, and we finally go through and look at the posters. The procedure was to go through the posters, and then exit the classroom and come in the other door, so it was like a full circle kind of thing. By the time we went through it, there was really no point of going out the door and in again, because the rest of the class was already sitting down in their seats. The two boys we were arguing with asked the teacher if they needed to go out of the classroom and back in again, and she said no, but it might be nice for them to get some fresh air (our class was stuff at this point, after 4 hours).

"More like it'd be fresh air for us," I muttered. Then the entire room erupted in "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" and laughter. Did I say mutter? I thought I muttered... The boys looked like they'd been slapped in the face and exited the room. And my teacher kind of gave me this, "Uhhh really?" look, but she was also kind of smirking, so I guess it was ok. My friend Amanda was about to pee her pants laughing. And I was just thinking...

"Sometimes I wish they'd just fall off..."

Bipolar

Once Upon a Time I had a really good day.

I went to church.
I felt the spirit.
I took the sacrament.
I participated.
I got a calling.
I got set apart.
I was social and talked to people.
I went home.
I got home taught.
I waited for an hour and a half for something.
I went to break the fast.
No one was actually assigned to make food for break the fast... So I ate some cranberry orange bread.
I recruited 3 people to a secret society of culinary artists.
I talked to my mom for an hour.
My baby sister told me she was going to draw me a picture for my birthday.
I made Texas shaped waffles and ate them with nutella.
I went and watched the Prince of Egypt
I ate some jello popcorn
I found out my freshman roommate Rachel Jackson got engaged!

Then I had a sucky day.
I had a distressing solutionless frustrating phone call with my best friend.
I went on a drive up Provo Canyon with my roommate and a box of kleenex
I recalled high school hardships and memories of my best friend from high school
I took on the role of blockbuster.
I ate toast and nutella.
I waited some more.
I had my first experience at ward prayer with a shake weight and thigh master.
I got a phone call which spurred a conversation about a moral dilemma with some guy named Owen...?
I filmed a segment for the newlywed game.
I had another conversation with a different friend which was very ambiguous and made me cranky and rude.
I watched this trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj5_FhLaaQQ and decided that if my life got any crazier I probably would need to be in that movie.
I made a boy pass out when I said the words "pork chops"
I determined that it was probably time I escaped the country again.
I started blogging, because what the heck else do I do with all these emotions?
I wore my retainer.
And then my face hurt.
 Thats it.