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for some reason today, i'm in a very bipolar mood. When i woke up, i felt exhausted and then as the day progressed i went through everything. In math, everything that Anna banana  and Sanchez (oh i love these two. they simply make my day, and are the only reason i go to math at 7:45 in the morning.. them and the fact that my carpool comes and i don't wanna walk the mile to the school in the cold..)said was for some strange reason the funniest things ever. i laughed almost the entire class. Ha. then in chem i was just cold. and until i aced my quiz, i was really bored. Then study hall came along and i wanted to punch carling in the face. sometimes. well, almost all the time. but today really. But lets be honest. Study hall is completly pointless. no one does anything "productive." we all just sit there and talk about sadies. hmmm.. i vote we get rid of study hall and cough over extended lunch. they're always ranting about how we are young adults, um guess what mv administration?! the rest of the world gets extended lunch. even orem high. and no one likes them...:)

So camille and i have the same day of birth. and the same last name. and the same A1. we are almost like twins. but not. so obviously, we are gonna party hard on december 16. cause we be 17!!!!!!!! but we wanna do something kinda epic. any ideas anyone...?

I've been thinking so incredibly hard about this party issue delema thing that me and my almost twin have, that when i was driving home from tkd last night i forgot that i was driving. yes, i talk to myself when i drive, and i think that i might just hold conversations with myself too. hand actions and everything. BUT when i realized this, i regained all the sane-ness i had left after 3 hours of kicking, jumping, falling and wanting to curl up and cry, and drove safely home.:) by then i was about two minutes away from my house and i realized that jesus loves me:) i made it home while driving like a total dumb. sorry utah drivers. i guess you shouldn't have given me a license..

Hm yesterday i also had another realization. This one happened when i was doing kicking drills with erin. we were doing defensive roundhouse. and i was just nailing all of them. back. to. back. to. back.  then erin just asked "you fight huh?" and for some reason, i smiled like a total idiot and a said yes. then she said "i can tell. the really good fighters usually have really good round kicks." and for some reason, that TOTALLY made my day. It feels so good to be on the floor again. the smell of the foam mats, the horrid smell from your gear, the burn in the back of your throat after a match, and the awful taste from your mouth guard are somehow all worth it. nothing compares to the rush of a fight. after ten years, i just cant seem to leave it. no matter how hard i try. gahh. addiction? possibly.

[todays championship was won yesterday at practice]