Oh summer.

I have no reason to get ready for the day.
Everyone is on #myorigination.
I need a job. Pronto.
I like to sit and eat ice cream a lot.
And watch TV.
And shop online.
I signed up for classes in the fall, and I'm taking yoga at 6:30 am. I'm scared.
I need to train for my triathlon.
I hang out with my parents every night.
Being graduated is weird.

#Rilltalk

Let's be rill. Rill.

The majority of BYU fans ARE annoying.

People who don't like chocolate are kind of crazy.

My boss at firehouse subs was the biggest immature baby ever when I quit. Then I go to my best friend's wedding and his wife is their niece. Horrid.

Graduating is way more exciting than sad.
Everybody needs a little rap in their life. Even if they try to tell you they don't like it. "They just like Christina Perry and Jack Johnson."

Cheese is the best thing ever.

Going off sugar is a bad idea. Sugar makes you happy.

Brain is fried.

Today I took the AP calculus test. I feel like I did terrible. I'm sure I didn't pass. It was harder than I expected...that's never good. But now it's over and I can stop stressing about it. Senior year! Senior year!
Sorry if you're reading this. I know it's lame.
Love,
Eunice Bates

P.s. Actually now I can stress about speaking in church on mother's day....

I remember.

I remember when we were best friends. I remember wanting to spend every day with you. I remember how it all ended for unknown reasons. And I'm trying to remember that it's for the better.

I am a student, not a victim

I heard this saying and after some thought, I really liked it. "I am a student, not a victim." It took me a while to understand it.
Bad things happen and we feel like victims. People are victims of cancer, loneliness, loss, etc. I like to think of it as being a student (that doesn't mean I do. This is new to me.)
Being a student to your problems rather than a victim allows you to grow. Ask yourself what the experience has taught you and how it was valuable.

Blackout Poetry

34 days

What's on my mind? 34 days. This gives me one of those rushes of excitement. Like when you remember something exciting is going to happen and you suddenly get really happy. Graduation it's going to be a good day. Maybe I should write a poem about it.
Graduation is upon us.
The day we have been waiting for.
A new chapter is ahead,
And we will turn back no more.
TJ is gone. I might as well be gone.
Now we decide who we really want to be.
Won't it be interesting to see.....

I'll obviously become a famous poet.

Instructions

Have you seen Larry Crowne? Is a good movie. In the college class Larry is in, they have a day where they have to get up and give instructions on how to do something they are an expert at and it reminded me that I need to do my blog posts. It was a perfect example. Larry gave instructions on how to make French toast.
I'll give instructions on how to properly fix a flat tire. I got one the other day about two minutes into my ride. And instead of fixing it, I just had my mother come get me. Maybe there's some meaning behind this. I could have chosen to fix my problem and move on. But instead I ran from my problem.... so cowardly.
First, remove the wheel with the flat tire. Then release some air (unless it's already completely flat). Now pop the tire off and feel for any thorns. If there's a thorn or nail, remove it so you don't ruin your new tube. Then carefully place the new tube in and fill it up with air. Then ride your bicycle. Don't be a coward.

Top five

Jackie O.- words for him
Dimitri Snow- nothing but Us, and the stars
Destiny Preach- bones
Lost and found-dead flowers
Suzie Zurflu- miss you

Forgotten chair.

I am forgotten. Nobody has put me up for the night where my legs can rest from a long day. A long day of little roudy kids, large bums and constant food dropping onto me. I'm tired. Nobody has wiped me down or tucked me into bed. I am the only forgotten one.

Happy with a calm life.

This spring break I don't care about going to Puerto Rico or London. I just want to CHILL. Watch TV. Eat yummy food. Look at pinterest. I'm okay with doing nothing.
I've been thinking a lot about the video we watched that was about learning to be alone. I think I'm learning how to be alone. It's fun to be okay with being alone.  You get to be selfish. You get to go what you want to do.

I would be surprised if I get asked to prom. And I'm okay with not getting asked. Usually I'd be really sad I think, but this year I'm just over high school. I think I've been to enough dances. It makes me happy that I feel fine about this. No more uncomfortable dresses for me :)

It's okay to be happy with a calm life.

Jealousy

"Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other."
Robert A. Heinlein
I think this is a cool thought about jealousy. It's true that when you love, whether you love yourself, or somebody else, there is less room for jealousy. Right now we should all probably learn to love ourselves more and quit being jealous of others.

They're probably jealous of you.

I wonder.

I wonder why anyone likes the song "say something." Is whiney and annoying.
I wonder why I love chocolate so much.
I wonder who I'm going to marry and when.
I wonder if I'll like my roommates.
I wonder how long I'll live.
I wonder which friends I'll still be close with in five years...I bet I can guess.
I wonder if I'll go on a mission.
I wonder if the sixth season of parks and rec is good.
I wonder what Europe's like.
I wonder why I all of a sudden love sushi- I used to think it was disgusting.
I wonder who is reading this.
I wonder why some people are so nice and some are so mean.
I wonder when I'll let my hair go full gray.

Sweeping lettuce.

I learned something this week. I hate sweeping up lettuce. It sticks to the floor and it's nasty.
Sweeping up lettuce is comparable to the tedious and annoying things we have to do. It's just annoying and takes a lot of work and we get sick of it quickly. We all have our different things we may consider lettuce sweeping. Here are some of mine.
  Getting ready for the day early in the morning when I want to stay warm and cozy in my bed.
  Brushing my teeth at night when I'm tired.
  Picking out what to wear.
  Going to school.
   Traffic
   Being cold at church and starving. Worst  combo.
   These are some of the simple things that I just don't like. They can put me in a bad mood. They can annoy me. Just like trying to sweep up a piece of stupid lettuce that's stuck to the ground and just rolls around when you try to sweep it. And there's no way I'm picking it up with my hands.

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof.

Not sure what the above statement means... but I'm happy!

I don't know for sure, but I think when spring approaches, I really do become a happier person. I can step outside without freezing my butt off, which naturally makes me a grump. I can feel the sun on my skin. It is good for me.

Sorry if this is a stupid post, I've just been thinking about how this season makes me feel goooooooooood.

Risky.

If you really care what others think, you're probably not going to take very many risks. I know both sides.
But. There is something about dances, especially stag dances. I don't have to impress anyone. And I don't care much about what my fellow school mates think of me because we graduate in a couple months and I'll never see most of them again.
At a stag dance, I risk it all. I'm terrible at dancing. I don't care. Sometimes I even enter the circle, where the good dancers show off, and I try to break dance. I also like to wear everything ugly and unflattering that I own.
This is where I'm best at taking risks. I should apply it to the rest of my life. You should too. Taking risks is fun. Learning to not get embarrassed so easily is a great thing.

Suzie Zurflu

I love this blog. This quote is short but it doesn't need to be long. It probably means something a little bit different to everyone.

"I don't want to want you."

Is there something that you love that you wish you didn't love? Is it a person? Is it chocolate? Is it shopping? I can relate to all three of those.
I love how blunt Suzie is. No fakeness. Fakeness is annoying. Too many people try so hard to hide their fears, weaknesses and sorrows. Sometimes it's better to just get it out. I'd sometimes rather have someone not like me and show it, than not like me but pretend to like me. Be sincere. And sometimes say whatever the heck you need to say.

You don't always have to be a people pleaser.

Death

The death of a loved one can't be easy. I know it can't.
I loved my dog. Really, he was a big part of our family. He did everything with us. Running, biking, camping, hiking, you name it.
The closest experience that I've had with death is when he died. It was such a sad time. He died in the summer after a long healthy life. He literally went on a long run with my dad the day before he died. When he did, it seemed so dramatic. It was pouring rain and we all bawled as we buried our close friend. I can't wait to see him in heaven.
If I felt that sad when my dog died, I can't imagine how it is to lose a family member. It happens all the time. People get cancer, they get in tragic accidents. Many things are not in anyone's control, and they are gone just like that. When I imagine if something like that happened in my family, I am motivated to treat them better. What would I want to have last said to them?
Just like we are told to live every day as if it's our last, I think we should also treat everyone as if it was their last day, or ours.

Work.

Work is satisfying. More than you would think. I don't care if I have to wear a dorky uniform and take orders all day because at the end of the day, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. If I feel this way about my current job, I can't imagine how satisfying it will be after a day of work when I'm doing what I love; when I'm doing something I chose to work hard for.
Like Steve Jobs said, you HAVE to find something you love and do it. Do it!

The future. It's a good thing.

Many of us are on the verge of going out on our own to college and other adventures. We're not taking our family, our closest friends, or our home sweet home with us.
I feel very excited when I think about how I get to meet tons of new people. No more walking down the halls of lone peak past the people we see everyday...some of them that we wish we didn't. I am excited to not see that guy that is a jerk to me every time I try to be nice to him...he's so immature. I won't miss walking past the cliques. The many cliques. Won't it be nice to get away from these things?
For me, high school has become stale. It's like a stale bag of chips. Too long in one place. The future looks fresh to me. Freshy fresh.

Don't fear the fruit.

Someone I know is literally afraid of bananas. This fear is clearly irrational. What's it going to do to you? Bite you? Make fun of you? Eat you? No. Quite the opposite. You can do all of those things to it, and it remains helpless.
I question how much of this fear my friend has is real and how much of it is an act. It's hard to know.
If something makes your heart rate go up, is it a fear? For my friend, bananas does this. For me, things like public speaking and being home alone at night do that. For me, that is something worth being afraid of.

Bricks.

Things you can do with bricks:
Use them as a plate
Make a stage
Throw them at something/someone.
Kiss them
Break your teeth on them
Crack an egg on them
Paint them
Put them in a truck
Shoot them
Microwave them
Drop them I'm a lake
Smash a banana with them
Use them as weights. Get swole.
Build a fire pit
Use them as bowling pins
Smell them. Mmm.

If I were a bird.

"If I were a bird, I would fly so high so that the only people near me would be the pilots in the sky. "
Sometimes I wish I was a bird.

Hipster Shmipster

If everyone is a hipster, then nobody is. Hipster has become a style, a fashion.

When a couple guys started buttoning their top button, I thought it was good looking. All you followers that now do so, it's not cool anymore. A hipster isn't a follower. If you really want to be a hipster, stop buttoning the top button. But who really cares. It's okay not to be a hipster. I'm not one.

Some hipsters take it too far. Guys, stop dressing like girls. Don't roll your pants up into capris and wear cute little boots. Be a man.

Hipster shmipster.

Don't call me honey.

Something that probably frustrates me way more than it should is when someone, especially someone younger than me, calls me "honey" or "love" or "sweetie" or "pal." I am NONE of these things to you.

While you are trying to sound mature and kind by calling me these things, you are actually belittling me. I may want to punch you.

People who CAN call me the names discussed above: my grandma, my grandpa, that cute old lady in the neighborhood, temple workers, my 4 year old niece when I'm pretending to be her baby while playing house, and sometimes my parents. Or you have to be older than 50.

So. If you don't fall into any of the above categories, do NOT call me honey, love, babe, sweetie, sweetheart, darling, buddy or pal.

Thank you.

Endless Love

Okay... I'll admit it, I went and saw the movie "Endless Love."
It was one of those movies that made you feel jealous of the actor/actress's good looks. How can a person be that skinny, have skin that perfect, and hair that pretty? And so on...
I don't think these kinds of movies are healthy for my self-esteem. I keep watching them though. Then I enter reality and see that most of the people around me are normal, and less "perfect" looking. Then I feel better about myself.
If you're looking for a dramatic chick flick with an excessive amount of smoooooching, then go see Endless Love.

Love.

Love is sacrifice.
Love is making them a sandwich first.
Love is going to the movie they want to see.
Love is admitting you're wrong.
Love is treating them with the most respect.
Love is doing what it takes to make them happy.
Love is honesty.
Love is not always a piece of cake.
Love is sharing your cake.

Love is sacrifice.

Crans

Crans are fun. I miss being able to call them crans. No... krans. Now we don't fret over which color to use for the hair of the princess in our coloring book. We fret over much more complicated things. Can't we just go back to krans and joose? That's what brought out creativity in all of us. Now few are considered creative.

Change

"People are always saying that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all has happened."

-Meg Ryan (You've Got Mail)

I can relate to this quote, like I'm sure many of you can. Do you ever try to make yourself feel better when you're broken hearted about something or someone by telling yourself that "it's for the better" or, "This is how it's meant to be"? What if it's not? Maybe it won't get better. But maybe it will.
Change is good, and it is also necessary. Everyone experiences it. It's okay to feel sad about change. You don't always have to make it a positive thing at first, but later on you'll be able to see how it may have been for the better.

Jim Carrey's Wish

"I wish everyone would get rich and famous and have everything they ever dreamed of so they would know that's not the answer."

-Jim Carrey

Too many people are wasting their time trying to get what they think is happiness. This doesn't mean we shouldn't work hard to reach our potential. We should definitely do that. But fame and fortune usually isn't the right thing to reach for, though it could possibly be part of the package. It's a valuable lesson for us to learn, especially coming from someone who is rich and famous himself.

Human

How do we know we're human?

We all feel emotion, inconsistent and powerful like the ocean.

We don't always know why we feel the way we do. Sometimes we feel blue, and the reason why, we haven't a clue.

Sometimes we're overflowing with joy. But other times we want to punch those who annoy.

At times we're just serene, neither feeling like a queen, or the size of a lowly bean.

What could all of this mean?
We're humans... and probably teens.

Intro yo.

Welcome to my blog, readers! Intro, intro, intro... what shall I write? It will probably be a jumble of thoughts. Check it out below if you please.


  I've been thinking. What makes a person insecure? People are just people.

I had a job interview this week and I was scared out of my mind. Why is that? They aren't going to hurt me or make fun of me or humiliate me. They are just asking me questions that I know the answers to; questions about myself. All I have to do is be honest and act confident in myself. It's not as intimidating when you think of it that way.

 Why are the "popular kids" popular? What makes them cooler than anyone else? They have no right to make you or me feel insecure or looked down upon, so don't let them. They are probably awesome people, so they wouldn't want you to feel insecure or lesser than them anyway. They may be noticed for their talents and good looks, but that doesn't mean you're not just as talented or just as good looking. I feel like too many of us let ourselves believe that we aren't as cool as some of our peers, but that is not true, even if you walk through the halls of Lone Peak unnoticed. I wish high school wasn't such a competition. Train yourself to just enjoy it and not get competitive. It's kind of like bowling for me. I score a 48, but I still enjoy the game. It's okay to be that person that scores lower, or that person that isn't the most popular among their peers.

  Respect yourself a little more. You're awesome.