Locked

For some reason I love to fall asleep in the car, there is just one problem. My parent always forgets about me in the car. Why do I always do this? Usually, I can get out of the car just fine, it’s not like they lock me in. Well, one day they forced me to go to Walmart with them. So I told them that if I fell asleep to just leave me in there, even though I knew they would do so without me telling them to do it. Of course, I fell asleep, when I woke up I figured might as well go out to find them. I reached for the door and tried the handle. It didn’t budge, they had child-locked me in. Ah…… right? Well just go through the front doors. Sadly I did not think of that. Imagine me, now me scrambling around trying to find a way out of my deathly prison. Anyways, to say the least, I freaked out, the only thing that was going through my head was. “What if they never come back? What if I die in here?” I was-am a dramatic child. This actually happened the last year or so. I don’t know why my parents decided to put child-lock on me, but they did. It was terrifying. By the time my parent finally came back, I had my face smashed up against the window, trying to get some fresh, cool air. It is the family joke, me being stupid and not realizing that I could get out of the car. Now I guess I’m scared of my parents leaving me somewhere, but everyone has fears right? I mean there is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia fear of long words. How do you even say that? Pediophobia is the fear of dolls, that's a fairly common one I think I have that. The doll’s eye watching your every move. Do you think that Cinderella had Novercaphobia, fear of stepmothers? It would be horrible to have Philophobia, not being able to love someone? Just think of all those days eating “Ben and Jerry's”. Imagine, really just imagine.


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Families .............

People fall-in-love, get married and have kids. Well, each family has its own initiation, right? My families are downright scary, you might think that yours is bad, wait till you hear about ours. I was having a conversation with my cousin the other day and we had been talking about my other cousin. (I have a lot of cousins). She’s gonna have a baby soon, a boy. At that topic, it reminded me when my family first met her husband, Matt. Before I launch into my story, please note that I took no part in this, I was only a spectator. Someone in my family decided that we should all play some games, me being me was smart enough to not play. Matt, however, did not follow my example, I did try to warn him, but did he listen? Nope. He played dangerous games. It was like Hunger Games all over again, except Matt was Peta and my family was the careers. It was brutal, to say the least. Now you all probably think that he just beat him at the game. Well, it was more than that, let me explain. I don’t even know what the game was called all I know was a guessing numbers game. The people playing had a fist on their forehead the other people had to guess the right number, otherwise the person who guessed wrong would get hit a lot. Let's just say that Matt isn’t good at guessing random numbers. He was pounded, it wasn’t exactly the prettiest scene to watch. Now after that one experience none of the rest family wants to bring someone home. When my cousin got picked up for a dance, he tried to shield his date. He was not successful, the family still was able to see her. Good thing, no one actually wanted to harm her. She was lucky. Anyways I was having this conversation earlier with the same cousin that the to the dance. I and he had a really interesting conversation about this. I’ll tell you that my mom can NOT keep a secret for the life of her. So if and when I bring someone home, I will try to not tell my mom. We discussed the importance of keeping it a secret because if the family knew someone new was coming, it would be a disaster. I would tell my dad and my cousin because they are somewhat trustworthy. Tell my mom it was a special occasion, not really telling her why. So it would still be a nice dinner, then one of my many uncles or aunts would happen upon the secret and spread the word. No matter how many of these different solutions we came up with it would always fail. You know how the villain always loses? That's how I felt discussing this terrifying topic with my cousin. I felt like the villain cause I will never win the battle with my mother! Either my cousin would betray me, or a relative would find out or my dad would let it slip. It always ends up with my mother winning. No matter what I think of it will not work, I hate our family initiation. By the end of that conversation though, we were laughing so hard that I had begun crying.


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A really, really mean poem.

You call me beautiful, is that all you care about?

You say I’m intelligent, but you don’t really care

Why should you? Infuriating. It’s more than I can bare

You give me compliments that don’t really turn out

Somehow I don’t see how seeing me makes you doubt

After all, you are walking on a thin line, on air

You write to me, waiting forever like a giant panda bear

For the right road, you might just want to reroute  

Now carefully, harmlessly vow courtesy and how

Ever now endeavor to bow, be clever

With such a line, myth touches the love pine

Beauty is much adored, duty explored nonesuch

However willing never fulfilling whomsoever filling

Whatever needs reminding, a favor bleeds whining.

j.h.

My friends

I needed to make another list so I made a list 'bout me friends.

I love my friends because......

1. The fact that we geek out about the most sophisticated of things, Jane Austen and Murder Mystery shows
2. Cause ...... (there are six, an inside joke)
3. That our personalities range from super kind, ditsy, too scary, violent and then down write idiot. guess which one I am
4. Each of us are crazy 'bout something, it could be murder, sports or romance/vampires.
5.  We are all readers, we read too much if I do say so myself

j.h.

Defining Moments :)

1. When I lost my mother's necklace and then falling into a hole
2. When my mom took me to the library for reading lessons, cause I used to hate reading
3. When my 6th grade teacher let me stay in from recces to organize her little library
4. Moving to Utah
5. Actually getting friends
6. Moving into my local ward
7. Getting into Maeser
8. Falling off my bike too many times...

Things I have on night stand

1. Leven Thumps audio books
2. Chinese tapes
3. A lot of tapes
4. Lots of CDs
5. Glasses cleaner
6. Two pictures of me and my mom
7. A dolphin candle holder
8. Scrap booking stuff that I don't use
9. Many copies For the Strength of Youths
10. A lot of black binders
11. General Conferences audios thingies
12. My clock
13. Cups full of pens and pencils
14. My lamp
15. A stuffed animal needing surgery
16. A temple quote
17. A "cup" full of pencil's shavings
18. Drawings given to me
19. Essential oil bottle of focusing
20. Old notebooks
21. Scriptures
22. Old and worn bookmarks

10 Things I'm afraid of

1. Being left somewhere 
2. Getting kidnapped then I come back and no one remembers me
3. Being swept away by the ocean 
4. The dark
5. I absolutely hate it when my knee cracks, it just creeps me out
6. I don't like seeing any one's cut, or hearing it being described
7. I hate the sight of blood
8. I don't like dogs of any kind
9. I hate it when my food is squishy, like a mushroom
10. Being outside in the dark, with the cool wind outside
11. Toothpicks, ugh I HATE toothpicks

A List of Lists

1. Weird Quirks
2. Fight Songs
3. Flowers
4. Flower Meanings
5. Books I love 
6. Foods that We Crave Right Now
7. Things that matter
8. Things I Hate
9. Birds
10. Colours
11. Places to Be
12. Favorite Meanings