lost memories..

while cleaning out my computer, i found a few pictures that basically wrap up the last little bit of high school.

a little bitter-sweet, but i'm so ready for college:) 

MORP!!:) 

am i creative or what??

1200 feet of plastic wrap:) thank you dollar tree

 mostly, this is hilarious because the kid i asked has some weird obsession with his jeep..so what better way to ask then to cover his baby in 1,200 feet of plastic wrap..:) 

then we asked ellie's date!!:) 

..with a cow:) "moooorp?"

man. we had the whole dance thing down.

 next! we asked kami's date:) this one was quite the adventure. pie, twix bars, a giant rock we stole and a lap around a neighborhood..

cars are much easier to wrap then pies... oops

 so finally. we got our answers. 

omar got me millions of fishies...and they all died...

so i called taylor to take care of them..:) yay for boyfriends!

blake wrote kam a poem back. and gave her flour..so we ran up and down the street having a huge flour fight:) 

and austin and i answered ellie with a sheep! well, his puppy dressed up as a sheep..it was quite eventful. 

FINALLY! the dance:) 

classic bathroom shot.. take one

take two...cute!:) 

all the girls!:) 

the theme was something like opposites attract? so we went as superheros and villans!:) 

but we never got any pictures with our dates..oh well..

and we never actually made it to the dance.. we got to dinner and then decided that none of us actually wanted to go to the dance.. so we had an outdoor movie instead:) 

and of course, we flaked on the best dance of the year..

oh well, our new and improved morp was an awesome way to end high school:) 

give us senior year, photo first period, macs and senioritis...

what do you get? 

countless..

pictures..

of...

our...

lovely...

faces...:) 

easiest 4 credits i will ever earn:) 

LAGOON DAY!!!:) 

all the girlies:) 

giant cinnamon rolls:) 

and somewhere in the middle of it all, was one of our many adventures for coffee:) 

a year later...

sometimes things happen and you wonder why..

and in the moment,
it seems like everyone is out to get you, no one understands you, and the world hates you
  but eventually,
you get over it.

and it takes a few nights of crying into your pillow, countless yougurtland trips, sleepovers with your best friends who tell you you're too pretty to be crying over someone like him. and with time
 you get over it.

because you realize that it never would've worked out..

and that you're only 17 and it's not time to really care about boys.

and then once you've fine and moving on in life,
they talk to you again..

and it all comes back

all the reasons you even liked him in the first place...
then when you actually see him,
you realize you're screwed.

because you really do like him.

Then you end up at some park on a monday night with him holding hands
wishing you both could take back everything that was said and done.

circle circle dot dot

circle circle

dot dot

now,

you've got the cootie shot.

this explains my life so much.

boys are so overrated.

no,

highschool boys are so overrated.

it's really not that hard to make this "highschool relationship" thing work..

take me on a date.

tell me you like me.

take me on more dates.

kiss me.

tell me to be your girlfriend.

simple really.

but instead it goes like this...

took me on a date.

hung out with me.

kissed me a day later.

talked to me ALL day EVERY day.

got all awkward.

now,

i'm left stuck in this weird place where i like you, and i think somedays you might like me, and others we don't say anything to each other and for some reason i don't wanna move on because i want you to like me.

even though,

i know you don't.

i blame this WHOLE mental turmoil on the fact that i've been rendered immobile for the past 12 weeks.

BUT

today i finally got to do a workout that made me breathe hard, sweat, and remember the age old question that runners are faced with every single day.

"why the heck do i do this...?

it hurts.

 lots.

 oh ya.

 it burns so good."

i'm so excited to finally be so busy that i litterally have no time for boys. all they do is cause so much unneeded stress.

namaste.

mhmm:)

come what may, and love it.

like yoga in the middle of taekwondo practices

that moment when...

you know that awkward moment when you see the boy you used to like all over the girl he swore he was completely over? 

yea, story of today.

well not really. i only saw him for like 2 seconds. 

and the best part of it was

the moment i realized that i could care less what they were doing and i'm more upset i don't have him as a friend anymore cause clearly, i liked him as  a person if i like liked him even for a little. 

:)

enjoy..

there is hope:) 

pinterest says so

but really.

come what may and love it..even if it's that awkward moment when...

gimp.

and sometimes God hates you.

it's really not a big deal..

i mean that is until you can't walk. then it really makes things rough

so i've been annoying the heck out of tons of people to buy a flag from me so i could go to NXN southwest.

so i could do this..

die.

and make this face..

:)

i was so ready.

but the morning of, i went to the doctors, and ended up like this...

up to my knee. in crutches.

oh it's okay, i wanted to miss the most important, final race of my senior season to be stuck at home in a boot rendering me a gimp. it's really okay..

NO.it's not.

i cried. many times. at school, (painfully awkward.) at hom, in my car when no one was looking, in the doctors office, in bed. whenever the girls called to let me know how it all went. all the time.

who knew one person could cry for so long?

but before all this, my parents decided to hate me and we yelled.

we're mexican. it's what we do. when you can't get your point across, you yell.

because, ovbiously, the louder you say it, the more likely they are to agree with you... didn't everyone know that..?

so i had angry parents,

let down my cross team,

let down my tkd team,

and

unfinished BYU essays.

BOOOOOO.

oh and a lovely boot.

i hate my life.

....

on a less dramatic note, you know that awkward moment when you stumble along a song that's better then original? and you love it more?

yes.. take a look, or listen, whatever. and fall in love.

cover.

these cute little brown sibilings (watch out jo bros..) decided to make an adele cover, and be on CNN two days later.. no big.

and this is the original.

classic. almost. i love adele.

we. are. fighting.

it's end of term my friends. and as if that wasn't stressful enough, me and the rest of the world are fighting.

it's funny to think that school is the least of my problems. i have an almost 4.0:)

if i can ace my medical english test TOMORROW (yes, teachers actually hate students and give them tests the LAST day of the term. it actually happens.) and my finincial lit lit test that is ALSO tomorrow, ANNND finish both of my cultural arts reports;

i will have a 4.0:)

maybe then BYU will decide that they love me and they'll let me in.

did i ever mention that?

i've made an official decicion about this crazy thing called college.

if and only if, i make it into BYU, i'll go there.

the more i thought about it, and the cooler it sounds :P ...it's a PRIVATE university that is ranked all over the place, has an AMAZING xc team and i look pretty cute in blue...:)

i'll still apply to all 4 universities that i thought of before but if by the grace of God i make it into BYU, i'll be a coug...:)

BUT considering i just got my first not A in seminary, i might cry:(

dear brother tager, your test was stupid. even though i did pretty well on it, it was STUPID.

yes, i was gone for SCHOOL EXCUSED absences and i don't get credit?? what the french toast?? i'm pretty sure that the general athorities at some point in life said to get involved in high school..that requires missing class sometimes....BOOO!!

GAH!

brother tager, we. are. fighting.

you and your stupid B+. 6. 6 freaking points away from an A-.

I.HATE.YOU.

oh yeah, i also am fighting with Mrs. Molina. my LIA teacher. so i missed the first day we went to classes to go home cause of some unrelated issue, and i never got my actual assigned teacher. ever. it's been 2 weeks later, and still i'm bouncing back and forth between classes. it's ridic. totally ridic. so i missed another day for state cross meet, and again, she marked me absent and it's unexcused becuase she decided that. and well actually, it was school exuced.i hate you. so now, i have an NC with her, and today as i asked her about what classroom i'm assigned to, she took it as "mrs. molina, please take the next 3 minutes of my life and yell at me. tell me everything that is wrong with me in front of the entire class. oh, and while you're at it, PLEASE call the assistant principal and tell him what's up ya? that'd just make my DAY!"

being the amazing person that she is, she did JUST that! oh lovely.

 

yeah. i hate. you. i always have, but it's mutual. so whatever.

i just can't wait to tell you that i'm bailing out at the semester.

:) oops.

another thing i'm fighting with.

boys.

in general.

they all are dumbbbb.

in the perfect world, there would be a boy that was roughly 6'5, and kinda built. he'd have dark hair and light colored eyes. he'd love sports but not be rooted to the TV in any given season. (uness it was march madness, that is TOTALLY understandable.) he'd love to come running with me and know how to tell me that i'm being annoying without being mean. he'd also love the outdoors but love being inside too. we'd go rock climbing all the time and possibly rapelling down waterfalls too. he'd also be a return missionary with school on his mind once he got back instead of getting married.

but this is high school.

and you get stung along for stuff you did NOT sign up for, and you'd pretend that everything is hunky-dory.

boys are dumb.

i guess that's why missions are TWO whole years long, so all the weird can leave them and they'll be normal for us:)

oh did i mention that MVHS XC BOYS and GIRLS took state???:)

fuzzy:( but that's us:) boys and girls. state champs baby!!!

oh and i'm selling flags:( please buy one from me:(

iannnd for black belt testing, i'm in need of soap for a serive progect. if anyone has bars of soap they are dying to get rid of, i'm your girl:)