“You know you’re the only person I’d want to go to a dance with?” I laughed when I heard this. Something I do when I don’t know what to say, or when I might be getting myself into sticky business. In this case, I wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t awkward at all. But surprising! “I think you’re pretty chill, so, will you go to homecoming with me?” Pretty chill. “Pretty chill” was what Ky used when I asked him why he liked being my friend, if all he did was get mad at me. “Pretty chill” was the phrase Landon used during lunch, when I listened to him and his friends talk about snowboarding. Pretty chill is good.
It was dark outside. We were walking down the hill, after dropping Tasia off. Everything smelled wet from the rain pour that lasted five minutes. I was really confused. The conversation started with friends in general, then specifically me.
“That would be awesome, but I don’t know if I can even go. Maybe with a group…” “Yeah, that’s what I meant! We could go as a group.” “Cool. Well, I’ll have to check with my parents.” “I know I’m supposed to do something crazy to ask you to the dance, and I still will. You don’t have to answer now, but will you have your answer after I do something?” I laughed and said yes. We kept talking until I was in front of my house. My mom and dad were sitting on the front porch. “Bye, friend.” “Cya tomorrow!” After he was out of view, I turned to my parents and burst out laughing. First time being asked to a dance. I told them the story, and I knew my parents weren’t going to let me go. I didn’t care, but it would have been fun to go. He’s just a friend, that’s all.
I called him today and told him my parents wouldn’t let me go. He laughed at me and said it was no problem.
I went to church today. I was looking down at my scriptures at D&C 88. All the sudden, big drops of red splotted onto the pages. I looked at my dad and did the classic “bloody nose freak out” and ran to the bathroom. The scriptures were actually the library’s. So, one of these Sunday’s, someone is going to turn to D&C 88, and find that the pages are stuck together. Shh, it wasn’t me!
Being asked out for a dance
makes me feel… old. My first week of school, and a senior has asked me out. Sixteen is coming up too fast. Then my senior year… Then college… Barf.
On August 25th, 2008, I woke up from the couch downstairs. There was no wind blowing from the windows, so I decided to sleep downstairs where I could turn the fan on. It still didn’t help the fact that my stomach hurt from anxiety. I went upstairs and put on an orange shirt with a butterfly scarf wrapped around my neck. my bangs hung down while the rest was set back in a pony tail.
I went to all eight of my classes, each thirty minutes long with ten minutes in between. The school had all eight periods for the first two days, instead of A-B days.
My first period was PE. PE at the beginning of school, so I could look sweaty and all day long Woop-dee-doo. I looked around the class. No one I knew, really. But really, I was in such a good mood. I was perky. I smiled at everyone and hoped someone would smile back. Then, I looked and saw a tall, black girl. She was a little chubby, had her hair tied in a cute bun, and wore red high heels. She seemed very cute. She caught my eyes and smiled back.
After class, the girl came to me and said, “Hi.” “Hello, hello!” I said back. “I really like your scarf!” I smile. “Thanks! What’s your name?” “Samantha.” “Well nice to meet you, Samantha. I’m Anne.” End of conversation.
The rest of the day went on. I was perky, and people smiled. I met people. I squealed when I saw my friends. When I was walking towards the door of my fifth period class, I saw Zach in one of the chairs. He saw me, sighed, and turned the other way. He, apparently, did not want to be seen with me. I can understand this. I can see how someone who came from a school that was not from the main middle schools could want to make a good impression by not hanging out with weirdos… like me. I pretended to not hear his sigh, and walked all the way into class. As I turned, I heard a ton of kids yell, “Anne! You’re in our class! Woo!” I looked over. All of my guy friends from middle school. I squealed. “Eek! Yay! You guys are in my class!” They high fived me, and I sat down. Then I heard Zach’s voice. “Hi Anne!” Smirk. “Hi Zach.” Awesome. Right when I needed them.
I loved every bit of my first day. I saw my good friend, Brent, and gave him a big hug. I saw my favorite girls from the musical, whom I hadn’t seen in a year. I automatically made friends.
The next day… It was my PE again. I went and sat down. Samantha came up to me. “Hey! You’re… Samantha, right?” “Yeah. Hey Anne.” We sat there. “Oh, I have a note for you.” She handed me a rectangular- shaped note. You know when you get those… let’s call them… flashes of oddities through your head? When, someone does something, and for a split second in your mind, you think the action that just happened was odd? But you don’t really think about it… it just happens. Yeah? Well, I got a flash of oddity right when she handed me that note. We just met the day before, talked for two seconds, and she’s giving me a note? “Anne Wood” it said in pencil with frilly handwriting. Anne Wood? I opened it right there. -“Hi Anne! How are you? Hehe, I love dancing! Haha, I am so random! Hehe. So I have something important to ask you… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Will you be my best friend forever? Love, Samantha.”- Oh no. What have I done? I looked up at her and smiled. “Thanks for the note, Samantha!” … Later, I told my friend Nicki. “Oh.. Is this Samantha?” She said. “Yeah, why?” “Two of my other friends have gotten the same notes!” Oh. Huh.
Today is the fourth day. I know that I am sarcastic, but I really do love school. PE was actually wonderful yesterday. It’s right in the morning, so the sun has just lifted from the mountains. We played softball. Everything just seemed so wonderful with the girls and boys laughing and playing together. I wanted my camera so badly. I cheered for everyone on my team. When they were up to bat, I told everyone about the Genie of the Universe. Whatever you say in your head, the Genie of the Universe hears. You must have good thoughts. When someone was up to bat, my team mates yelled, “Remember! Genie of the Universe!” My friend, Mason, from middle school taught me how to swing. I can now hit the balls!
I’ve been looking around at girls in my school. The girls who thought they were so “bad” still have the same faces. They look at you with glaring eyes, their mouth open a bit, and chin forward. They wait until you’re looking to whisper something into one’s ear. They still think they’re so “bad.” …But they have no friends. So, what’s the point of being snobby if you don’t have anyone to be snobby with? Those girls used to intimidate me in middle school. I never showed it, but they did. Now I look at them, and want to hug them as tight as I can, or kiss their cheek, just to annoy the crap outta them.
Here, —– This is for calling me a *itch in PE and breaking my finger, cause I told you to guard me, and not push me in basketball. Kiss.
3. Demonstrating to Tasia how to pee in the wilderness
4. Becoming good friends with Tadja
5. Stealing Tomatoes
6. Seeing Ed and the rest of the bunch
7. Conquering Paper Mario 2 on Gamecube
8. Dancing my heart out at Youth Conference
9. White Shorts
10. Playing a silly game with Hank and Elliot
11. Hanging with the ward friends
12. Sunday School
A list of Summer-Thank You’s:
1. Bro. A,
You really made Youth Conference
Thank you for swing dancing,
Thank you for calling me for
I am now great friends with
everyone from my ward.
3. Sister Can,
Thank you for telling me
that you’ve never seen me
when I was dancing.
4. White Shorts,
Thank you for being
It was fun stalking you
And don’t worry,
it’s not over.
Thank you for staying
out of my summer
Mine was better than
Thank you for asking me
Paper Mario and the
Thousand Year Door.
I’ll tell you how to beat
the Shadow Queen
Thank you for thinking
I was pregnant,
because of my other post.
I laughed my butt off.
Thanks for being silly,
and helping me with my homework.
Thank you for helping me
out with relationship
And thank you for
the frosty shake laugh.
Thank you for staying in
my life and hanging out
even though I’ve said
some wretched things to
Thank you for not holding
a grudge against me.
Something I’m not good at.
11. Herr Embley,
Thank you so much for your
I’ve had some crazy German
dreams this summer.
Thank you for making
to decorate your house
for this last day of summer.
I will wake up tomorrow morning, take a shower (if my curls have straightened), glob on some mascara, put on a new, poofy shirt, and walk to the bus with Wes and Garrett. Highschool. I will walk to first period, (which is PE. PE first period. Kill me.) and pray for someone I know to come through the door. I will walk through the halls, have a wad of paper chucked at my face, trip on my own foot, and not be able to open my locker. Or worst of all, I’ll get a bloody nose.
Ode to Paranoia. No. Tomorrow, I will go through the highschool doors. I will look absolutely glamorous. The broadway lights will shine on me. A crowd of senior boys will lift me off my feet, and carry me through the halls.
Yippi dee Skip! I went to Lagoon with my dear friends. For those who have not gone to Lagoon, there’s a ride called “The Tidal Wave”. It’s a ship that goes back and forth. When one side of the ship rises, everyone waves their hands in the air, and yells, “Woo!” I decided to go on the opposite side of Tasia, Megan, and Nicki. Their side began to rise, and they all cheered. The boat swung back and my side came up. I cheered, “Woo!” But the thing was, I was the only one cheering. I looked back at everyone on my side. They were all hunched over with almost scowls on their face. The other side came up. “Woo!” the whole side cheered. I swung up with the boat another time, and screamed “Woo!” I shook my fists in the air. Everyone on the other side was laughing at me I looked back at my side. “C’mon! Cheer!” A dark man with a mustache shook his head at me. Everytime my side rose up, I opened my mouth as big as I could, and screamed. No one repeated. I looked over at Tasia. She was wiping away her tears for laughing so hard. I decided not to care if I thoroughly embarrassed myself. Woo!
Emily came to stay with me. She is my wonderful friend, who lived down the street from me, before I moved. We met up and saw an old friend, who has turned out rather cute. (He has a crush on Emily.) I love going back and seeing what has happened to the old neighborhood. When I walked into Emily’s house, I almost wanted to cry. The smell of her house was exactly the same as it had been three years ago. Ma looked the same. Pa looked the same. Sniff. She came and slept at my house for a couple of nights. Saturday, we went up to the canyons with Greg and Chantel. I saw a man sitting on a log in the river. I wanted to go up to the front of him, but I didn’t want him to see me… What a creep I am. The picture would have been better, if I was in the front. He was half in the shadows, and half with light. The picture didn’t turn out as well I planned on. Emily stole my camera and posed me. On Sunday, we got in our swimsuits and washed my dog, Cairo, in the back yard. She now looks glamorous. Later, we went in my grandparents’ rubber boat and out into the lake. Harrison came along, and sat in the middle. I (of course) brought my camera and took pictures. When the sunset came, I took silhouettes of Emily. She then took a silhouette take of me, but sadly came out blurry. “You can’t live life, and record it at the same time”, Chantel said the day before.
Later that night, Emily and I ran. We went in the community garden, and took a couple of cherry tomatoes. Tomatoes only taste good when I steal them. It reminds me of my mom when she was my age. We hopped onto the garden roof and looked up at the stars. (Not like you can see anything in the middle of a crowded neighborhood) It was a good night.
Today, Mom took me up to Toasters. The next time I’m downtown, I’m taking my friends to Toasters. We found a couple of things that I really wanted before school started.
There’s your update.
Oh, another thing to mention. School starts in a week and my summer homework for English, is not finished. Barf.
I feel sleepy. It has been a long, fabulous day, and I am ready to crash.
Tasia and I woke up nice and early to pick out eyeshadow colors, try on clothes, do our hair, and so on. Well, Tasia did something with her hair. I left my massive, thick locks alone, for fear they might come alive and strangle me. Sometimes I do wish that my hair was soft and silky, like everyone else’s hair. But spending thirty minutes holding a straightener is not pleasant. Have I already told you that?
Back to the day. At nine o’clock, I looked at the time. I realized that today was Wednesday, and I needed to go to Kate’s to houseclean. I felt sick sick sick to my stomach. I had thought it was Tuesday. It was set in my mind that I didn’t need to work today. I had school pictures that morning, and a dermatology appointment, right after. I absolutely hate cancelling things, especially last minute. I start breathing hard, I get paranoid, and soon the anxiety monster (that runs in my family) rushes through, and I become idiotic. I called Kate and told her I couldn’t come. Her son was crying in the background, and I felt nauseated. I could hear myself speaking. I even sounded idiotic. I sat there on my bed for a moment, until my stomach ache went away. Finally it settled, and we drove to the school.
After figuring out the cost for the pictures, Dad left and Tasia and I stood in line. I complained about the starting of school. The first week, teachers do the attendance. When they say my name aloud, the class snickers. Then a big smart-aleck says some joke about me and the snickering goes around again.
When I was a kid, little Buehner would say a joke about my name, and I’d say, “At least I’m not a buehner wiener!” In Middle School, I’d say, “Wow, stupid! I’ve never heard that one before!” I suppose this year, I’ll just smile politely and go on with my business. Maybe I’ll be stupid and say, “You’re just jealous.” Maybe I will punch him. Or moon him.
The day went on. We took the pictures, and found our classes. I went to the dermatologist, and told the nurse who I was. “Oh, she’s here for a pregnancy test”, a nurse said, rather loudly. I went into the back room with a different nurse, who was blonde and skinny. A nurse I hadn’t seen before. She kept looking me up and down. She said odd things to me, which made it obvious that she really did think I needed the pregnancy test. I felt awkward. When I came out, Tasia and my mom were on the green, leather couches. The blonde nurse said, “Wait here, until we find out if you are…” the rest of her sentence drifted. Doesn’t she know that you have to take the test, in order to take the pills I use? Finally, the other nurse, the loud one, came. “It was negative”. Again. Being loud. I glanced at the boy my age, reading a magazine. He had looked up. I glanced at the two girls in chairs. They had looked up. We smiled at the nurse, and went to the door. I nearly ran to the elevator.
It’s late. I am done writing. I will dream about highschool, and speaking German with Nicki, and dancing at Stomps, and eating school lunch.
I have switched up my music. And because it is not “soft” music, I don’t want to annoy anyone by having it on Autostart.
Many of the songs I put on remind me of something that happened in the past. Or go with a story. I think all songs can do that to you. You hear a song, and there’s some kind of memory that seeps into your head.
When I hear Mistadobalina by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, I think about the first day of 9th grade. C.J. and I went over to his house and turned up the stereo. This song came on, and C.J. started groovin’. “Hey Ploomer”, he said, “Start dancin!” Ploomer was the name every person called me at my old school. Half of the people didn’t even know what my real name was. Finally, I joined him, and all the sudden, we were dancing around the house! I felt like such an idiot, but C.J. kept going. “Mistadobalina, Mista Bob Dobalina..“
Cantaloop by US3 was the song for my hip hop performance. I remember walking from the Arts Academy up three or four blocks to the studio. I walked with Andrea and Emily. We talked about Emily’s lover, and complained about white shoes. Andrea and Emily hated hip hop. Every time we learned a new move, Emily would swear. But for me, I loved it.
Now, being opposite from happy stories, it is weird to me how a simple song (or an item in general) can make you cringe because of a memory. You hear about people who will not talk about things, or hear things, because of a bad memory they have, still crawling around in their brain. Do you have something like that? I know that I won’t listen to some songs, because of the same reason. Last summer, I went with my neighbor Greg to Vans Warped Tour. I love all of those songs. But that summer was the only time in my life that I felt completely humiliated and guilty. Even though the song had nothing to do with the humiliation, it was in the same time frame. Isn’t that weird?
It is so interesting that something like music, can trigger off things inside of you. It makes you want to cry, or dance, or kiss someone.
Camp was the most fun thing in the world. Besides trying to find my luggage for an hour and a half the first day, it was wonderful. The first night, Tadja came and slept with our tent group. Well, Tasia and I actually kidnapped her. We had the most people in our tent, just like the overnighter. That’s how I like it. We had Megan, Tasia, Camille, Miranda, Tadja, Caitlyn (a new girl that we all love), and Me. 7 Girls. All of us were at the hip. We went canoe racing, and picked up a dead fish with an ore. We swam in freezing water and got stuck in the goopy bottom. We gathered girls’ underwear and hung it up at the pavilion. We laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt. We sang every Disney song we could think of. We had our own testimony meeting, after listening to a girl tell us that she talks to demons. Named Nana and Sarah. We, well they, even took turns taking me to the bathroom. At three in the morning. We also learned a lot. We had classes one of the days, and learned to look at the positive things about ourselves. Instead of saying to myself that my hair is uncontrollably poofy, I can say that it is very thick, and has pretty curls. They made us look in a mirror and repeat to ourselves that we are beautiful. It was a good class. We also had one about choosing the right guy. Since the Camp Theme was “The Royal Academy” the class was called, “The Difference Between a Prince and a Frog”. We got to write a list of things we wanted in our perfect man. Megan’s list had every good adjective you can think of. “Sexy. Sweet. Tall. Dark. Handsome” and so forth. We had a ropes course at camp. Tadja, Caitlyn, and I went on the rope bridge over water, while the other girls went to another activity. After I had gone, the leaders said that I was the closest of falling into the water. We had a lesson after saying that we need to hold on to our testimonies and not give in to the temptations. They used me as the “bad” example. I let go of the rope. Poop.
So there you go! Oh, one more thing. I did get a nose bleed. And the girls dared me to do something… Aufwiedersehen!
The third nose bleed today. I am sitting here with toilet paper shoved up my right nostril, and the bleeding won’t stop. I’m scared to go to bed. The 24th was great. I cannot remember one bit of what I did before 6:00, so don’t ask. I went down the street to the block party and met up with LaurenK. Then, we dragged Zach out of his house and watched Evan Almighty at Lauren’s house. After, we ran over to Stefan (yes, that is how you spell his name) and Kalan’s house. We got a bunch of fireworks, met up with some other guys, and headed to the park!
I love being outside in the summer when it’s dark, and you feel the nice, warm breeze. I’ll stop before I get cheesy.
Last summer, I used to run at night. My friend and I would run from one house to the other’s. Not using sidewalks, but hopping over fences through random backyards. It was like the scene in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but in the night time. Super cool. Try it some time! Anyway. When I got back from hanging outside, I found Mom and Mira on the couch. Mira was sobbing. I asked Mom what happened. ” She is just so sad that E.T. had to say goodbye to the boy.” Mira started crying harder.
That was my yesterday. Today Grandma called me, and asked me to come clean. After, Grandpa took me down with him to this architect named Gerry. He is willing to give us mulah for every disc of photos we bring him. Sweet, ay?
At 9:15, I was sat at the computer and saw the sun setting. I grabbed my camera and bolted out the door, ran up the hill, and took some pictures of the silhouettes of trees and a building. I ran back home when I found out my nose was bleeding. Gah! One more thing. Here are some of my lovely cousins that have come to visit for a couple weeks. I was so excited when they got here. I love them all. Seeing my Uncle Ed was also wonderful. Infact, I sobbed when I hugged him. (I wasn’t expecting that!) He’s a big childhood memory of mine.
So, off I go.
I’ll be sleeping with a roll of toilet paper. Pray that I won’t have blood all over me when I wake up.
“You’re a shit! You’re such a little shit!” Grandma got a little freaked out with me. I’ll never make fun of her goggles again. Haha.
Yesterday was quite exciting. The girls (Grandma, Mom, Dede, Rian, Sammy, Mira) and I went to Mamma Mia, which was absolutely hilarious. I love the movies where you just want to hop up and dance. Being in musicals is a passion of mine, and seeing Mammia Mia brought back good memories.
Later in the day, Harrison, Rian, and I went with our grandparents to The Dark Night. We decided to go through the Wendy’s drive-thru to get some food to eat before.
M=Man, Gpa, Gma, A=Anne, R=Rian, H=Harrison
At the Menu Part: M=Hi, can I take your order? Gpa= Yeah, I’d like two burgers, one with…(he turns to us) what was it? A&R=one with cheese, and one without. Gpa=(to the man…)One with cheese and one without. Gma=No, both with cheese! Gpa=(to the man..)Actually, both with cheese. A&R=No, grandma, one without cheese. Gma=No, Tom, one without cheese! (Gpa puts his head on the wheel and sits there.) Gpa=Okay one burger without cheese! M=Okay, anything else? Gpa=Yeah, I’d like the frosty thing. M=Okay, there is a frosty, or a chocolate shake. Gpa= The Frosty Shake. (H,A&R burst out laughing in the back seat.) M=Okay…
As we drive to the first window, we’re all teasing Grandpa. His response to us is,”What the hell do you want?“ He says this right when he’s at the man at the first window. Oops. Grandpa says, “There’s about 50 pounds of hormones in this car.” We all burst out laughing, as the man looks at the back seats. “Ask him if he’s wearing white shorts!” Grandma says (See last blog) Grandpa turns to the Man. “I was asked to see if you are wearing white shorts.” The man closes the window on him.
The back seats waved goodbye to the man in the window, and that was that.
The Dark Night ended up being fantastic. Rian was about crying through the movie saying (quite loudy), “I am very concerned about those children.” “Shh, Rian.” “NO ANNE! I am VERY concerned for their safety.” “Shh…” “They can’t die, they just can’t die!” She rocks back and forth in her chair.
Today was quite an adventure. Both my grandparents swore at me today. That’s never happened before.
Millions of things to talk about. Getting up at 7:00 a.m. was not the most fun thing in the world. “Garrett, smile!” “…” “Garrett, smile for the camera!” “… I can’t smile” I caught him at the end of “smile”.
Our first activity was weeding a pumpkin patch. Weeds, weeds, weeds, Everywhere. For the first half, I worked my butt off. Bro. A yelled at everyone and said that no one had pulled as many weeds as I did. I felt pretty good, plus… He owes me a shake. The second half was crazy. I was still working hard, but decided to be super crazy. I sang “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt, “All the Small Things”, and our wonderful “Enchanted” songs. I purposely became loud and obnoxious to see if I could piss anyone off. Hehe. Watergames were next. All of the 11 wards that were there for Youth Conference rotated with groups to the water activities. There was one boy in our group that all of the girls just drooled over. For one game, I went and sat down in the shade. Sis. C was hanging out with me when Bro. A came over. “Which one is your favorite?” he said. “Here?” “Yeah, which is your favorite?” I looked and said, “Hmm, I think the guy in the white shorts is my fav.” He sat there for a sec, then finally said, “I was talking about the activities.” Face flushes. Red cheeks. He starts bursting out laughing. I start laughing with total humiliation. Bro A grabs my hand and starts dragging me to White Shorts. “No, no no no no.” So, there’s me tugging at my and I own hand, while Bro. A is dragging me closer and closer… to White Shorts. He finally let me go, and went to tell everyone what I had just said. Embarrassing!! After water games, we all got ready for dinner and the dance. Since we had the 5th level all to ourselves, the girls were running around yelling if anyone had red lipstick. Well, at least I was. When we were all ready, we went down the elevator, and our Young Men were waiting there. They escorted us to dinner (which was kind of annoying because the place we were eating was like a mile, and holding on to someone’s sweaty arm isn’t pleasant) and we had a great time. The couples we had at our table were freaking hilarious. Our stomachs all hurt at the end. We had a great speaker that told us to be stable with our testimonies and things like that. Okay, the dance. The dance was the most fun thing on the planet! It was outside in an enclosed area where trees surrounded the dance cement floor. I wish I brought my camera, because it was just wonderful. I went all out. I danced with someone for every slow song, I swing danced with Bro. A and everyone made a big circle around us (Cause apparently NO ONE can swing dance). I would say it was magical, but “magical” is a pretty cheesy word. I did dance with White Shorts. Only because Sis. Can– said she would harass him to dance with me if I didn’t ask him myself. Ugh. So embarrassing. This is why I keep things to myself about boys. It’s so much easier to control. Anyhoo, the whole thing was just great.