Hypaethral

1. Did you date someone from your school? I most definitely did. 2. Did you marry someone from your high school? I'm not married yet thank goodness for that! 3. Did you carpool to school? Only with my sister my first year then I just drove myself. 4. What kind of car did you have? A suburban. We called it the beast. 5. What kind of car do you have now? 2006 Acura TL 6. It's Friday night...where are you now? Hanging with Kendall or "the gang". 7. It's Friday night...where were you then? Hanging with "the gang". 8. What kind of job did you have in high school? Lifeguard 9. What kind of job do you do now? Eh... none... 10. Were you a party animal? nope 11. Were you considered a flirt? nope 12. Were you in band, choir, sports or cheerleading? I did soccer my freshman year. 13. Were you a nerd? Yep! 14. Did you get suspended or expelled? Never. 15. Can you sing the fight song? Of course! 16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Mrs. Crampton, Lydolph, Pack

Find Me Here Speak To Me I want to feel you I need to hear you You are the light That's leading me To the place where I find peace again. You are the strength, that keeps me walking. You are the hope, that keeps me trusting. You are the light to my soul. You are my purpose–you're everything. How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? You calm the storms, and you give me rest. You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall. You steal my heart, and you take my breath away. Would you take me in? Take me deeper now? How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? Cause you're all I want, You're all I need You're everything,everything You're all I want you're all I need You're everything, everything. You're

I can blog from my phone now! Woo!

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley Time is the great master.  Nothing can stand against it.

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest. -A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. -One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away: It is the same! -For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutablilty. "Mutability" by Percy Bysshe Shelley The only thing that will always be the same is change.

"Each day's a gift not a given right." This is a quote from the song "If Today Were Your Last Day" by Nickelback.  I don't really know much of the rest of the song, but when I heard this line it really struck me.  I have so much to be grateful for.  I've decided that each week I blog I'm going to post a grateful blog with a list of ten things I'm grateful for.  I try not to do repeats and I'm not going to list anyone by name unless they have recently done something specific for me.  So here goes.  I'm grateful for: 1. My savior 2. The gospel 3. The scriptures 4. The prophet 5. My parents 6. My siblings 7. My friends 8. My education 9. My freedom 10. My body

Here you are now Fresh from your war Back from the edge of time And all that you were, Stripped to the bone I thought you d want to know That when you feel the world is crashing All around your feet Come running headlong into my arms Breathless I'll never judge you I can only love you Come now running headlong Into my arms Breathless Lay down your guns Too weak to run Nothing can harm you here Your precious heart Broken and scarred Somehow you made it through I only ask that you won't go again When you feel the world is crashing All around your feet Come running headlong into my arms Breathless I'll never judge you I can only love you Come now running headlong Into my arms Breathless So glad to see you smiling So good to hear your laugh I think that you've found you even Missed yourself I'm only asking this because I think that Truth be told Oh, you'll never go again Again When you feel the world is crashing All around your feet Come running headlong into my arm

" People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.  People are so stupid."  Ha ha! I don't remember where I found this quote or who it belongs to, but I like it!  Now I don't consider myself a super genius, but I'm arrogant enough to think that I'm above average when it comes to intelligence.  Now I'm not the only one to blame for that.  Some of the fault goes out to the education system and my peers for telling me that I'm an above average scholar.  Anyway, back to the quote.  It is nice knowing things and being considered smart, but the smarter you are the more the average person irritates you to death.  As your knowledge becomes more massive you tend to notice more than the average human and think more clearly and when they fail to notice the seemingly obvious answer, it's somewhat irritating.  Let's see if I can scrape up some examples.  It's rarely a

Who am I? I've changed.  Where have I gone? I'm not the same. There are differences in me. Some are good, some bad.  I'm more forgiving, understanding, and patient.  However, I'm more vain, proud, and jealous.  I don't like the new me.  She doesn't fit in with my old friends. She feels distant and alone even though my friends surround her.  Where is the frivolous carefree spirit I used to know?  Who is this solitary mourning stranger?  She acts more how she should or how society thinks she should than how she really wants to.  She pretends to be happy and strong when really she is suffering a frail.  The weight pressing on her seem too much at times and at times the past she left tears at her weak heart.  She doesn't want to fight, but I want her to so she does.  She wants to run, but I tell her stay so she does.  She doesn't want what she does and want what she doesn't.  She may do as I say, but not without pain.  I look in the mirror and her pretty

Well my blogging hiatus is officially over.  I had taken a break to prepare for finals.  Anyway since I blog in subjects as opposed to cramming everything into one post get ready for a wave of random entries for a while as they flee my overly crowded head. :D