Piggy Bankkk {23}

I'm not a poser. - Ashley Engelke

She's pregnant. Why is she driving? - Chandler

Mortician. Politician. Hell, what's the difference? You just get to talk to a bunch of stiff's anyway. - Dad

I want to do a photo shoot. Will you guys be my models? - Nicole
Talk to my contractor. - Doman

If you take the whole school, and put them in this room, that's the student section. - Nicole

My heart is metal. - Caity

Who teached you? - Brother Jones

Mr. Taylor and I text a lot. - Maddie

Hello sweethearts of America. - Mr. Keate

Lassie and Gin. Those are the only Scottish words I know. - Ashley Whipple

We don't start out in the bar. You walk into the bar. That's what Scottish people do. They Drink. - Mr. Winslow

Oh how could ye gang Lassie? - Ashley Whipple

It's a dance. It should be short and crisp. - Mr. Winslow

I use the word dit. - Winslow
Dit isn't a word... - Nicole

Why would I do? - Austin Taylor

Holy nuts! - Katie Wulfenstein

Time doesn't fly. People do. - Lester

You guys should get married sometime. - Jeffrey Dean

Apparently you can't drive when you have narcotics in you. - Sarah Craig

Tim's like the village bicycle. Everyone gets a turn. - Courtney Freed

All the cowboys are sluts. - Lindsay Bayles

One time I got scared, and I was like WOAH! Where did these muscles come from?! - Braden

Come on ya whip-dink! - Dad

In five minutes it will be the game starting... In an hour. - Aaron Holden

Do you like Helen Keller? - Doman
I don't know her. - Nicole

Well we're about to concust you some more. - Maddie

Well Kyle got some. - Nicole
Yeah. With your car. - Maddie

That's sexual harassment. - Nicole
Well I'm 18. - Doman
It's still sexual harassment... - Nicole

Taylor you're so muscular you could rip a bull in half! - Wyatt

Do you blow in or suck out? - Chandler

Dear College,

Dear Reader(s),
Before you read this post, you should know that this is STRAIGHT from my journal. No gossip. No juicy boy details. Just straight facts about my war with college. I normally wouldn't post something from my journal, but I feel like this one's okay. Enjoy my sorrowful fury. ♥

I’m to the point of tears. I think that up till now I’ve been in denial about college. One of my young women leaders today said “College is on the horizon” and then I got thinking about it. 

When I came home, I did nothing… I did nothing, like I’ve been doing EVERY other day this year. I don’t want to do anything. I feel like I’ve put a lead foot down, by ceasing to do anything productive, and I think it’s going to slow down time. I think that it’s going to make High School last longer, but it’s not. The only thing that it’s going to do is hurt me. It’s going to make college a living hell for me, and I don’t want that. 

I’m so afraid about paying for college, getting accepted to college, my friends all leaving me, leaving high school, leaving young womens, and everything else that’s changing right now. I want this moment to be put on pause forever. High School has been perfect. It’s been easy. Even though High School is a rollercoaster of emotions, all of my choices have been limited, and I liked that. 

I’m slowly realizing that one of the reasons that I’m so afraid of college, is that the world doesn’t care if I go! In High school, we have counselors to guide us, and tell us what classes to take, and what requirements we’re lacking, and they help us get our grades up when they’re low. All of my teachers know my name, and on top of that, I’m friends with half of them on Facebook. Student Government is a BREEZE to get into in high school, and time is Easily managed, because it’s the same hours every day. 

I remember 7^th grade. I remember looking up to all of the High School Seniors in my ward. In fact, I could even tell you all of their names. I remember looking up to them, and thinking they were SO big! I remember thinking that they were real adults. They seemed like adults. They acted like adults, and they looked like adults. I’m a High School Senior. I don’t feel like an adult, I don’t feel like I look like an adult, and I KNOW that I don’t act like an adult. I feel like a baby. I feel like a little kid still! I don’t feel like I’m ready for college. 

I’m not a lazy person, and I’m far from dumb. So I hope that no one gets that impression from this. My GPA as of right now is a 3.9, and I’m involved in SO much. I’ve been preparing myself for college ever since the first grade, and I’ve done a dang good job of it. I’m just not ready for this big of a change, but I’m going to try my hardest over the next few months to make myself ready. Now is the time that I get to prove to myself that I have the power to shape my future into anything that I want it to be, and I won’t disappoint. It’s now or never, and I’m going to beat my fear, leaving it begging for mercy.

When every day seems to be 'one of those days'...

Sometimes, life just sucks.
or at least it seems like it...

I've learned from past experiences that optimism is one of the greatest talents to hold. YES. Optimism is a talent. A talent is a Gift. Talents come from Heavenly Father, thus making the gift of Optimism one of the greatest, from Heavenly Father.

Everyone has their blue days... I know that this is a fact, however some people have less 'blue days' than others, simply because they posses the gift of optimism.

I'm pretty sure I have this gift. Actually... I know I have this gift. Anyone who can break their arm, and look at it in a positive way, because they didn't have to work all summer, has the gift of Optimism. However, even us optimists can flip the 'half full" switch, to "half empty".

My switch is on "Half Empty" right now.

I know, I know. This is supposed to be one of those " OH MY GOSH I AM THE HAPPIEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " posts, right?

Wrong.

Sometimes I get sad. Everyone does. The point of this 'not-the-happiest-person-ever' post, is to remind myself, and anyone else out there who cares, that NO ONE can flip your switch back to "half full", but you.

When you're sad, no one can truly fix it but you. YOU have the power to decide how you're going to look at life. Happiness is a choice. What's yours?