Andy Warhol and Sleeping Quarters

Yesterday, my advanced art class took a field trip to the Avritt Center to see the Andy Warhol exhibit. I have nooo idea how a small town like this could have landed SO MANY of Andy Warhol's original prints; the fact was beyond me. This is definitely artwork you would typically find in the High Museum in Atlanta. It was very very cool. After we were done with the tour, which involved us making our own silk screen prints (which was very interesting to learn about. Made me want to start getting into screen printing.) they gave us our own drawing boards so that we could put crayon to paper and pour out the inspiration we received from the exhibit.

With all that being said, it was a pretty long day yesterday. When it was about ten o'clock, I wanted to lay down in my bed, but that just felt like such a waste of time, to just lay in bed an extra couple of hours. I got to thinking and I decided to live out one of my childhood memories. I'm pretty sure we all at one point in our lives have made a blanket fort. So that's what I did! I made the top bunk of my bed into a for with a sheet, four hairbows, and a yardstick. Easiest thing in the world and I felt like I was having a blast. I don't know why I thought this was so fun. I suggested this to Noah earlier in the day because he was so bored, but, I don't think he is as childish as I am. Maybe that's why I thought it was so much fun. But, I got a flashlight, got in my fort, and surprisingly spent over an hour thinking of ways to portray shadows of animals using my fingers. I was getting pretty good at it, too! I conjured up a turtle, a giraffe, and almost a whole person! (along with the classics: bunny, dog, ect..)
I think that life gets so complicated and so busy that we forget the little moments of peace and playfulness that we all need to function. The next time you don't know what to do, (that's me.) next time youre bored, or whenever you just start to feel sad or overwhelmed, make a blanket fort. Enjoy the small moments that make you remember how life was when you were a child.

Bathroom Counter, Monday Morning Thankfulness

As I am blogging right now, I am hiding from a spider who I'd like to believe is dead on the doorframe of my bathroom. I'm sitting on the countertop straightening my hair when I then realized that I am thankful for so many things. I am thankful for the house I live in. I only have to run into a spider every so often, while there are other people sleeping on the Earth's carpet (grass, for all you unimaginative folk) with them. I am thankful that the spider was/is only the size on a thumbtack, but when it comes to me and spiders, they are all about the size of bowling balls.
I'm also thankful for today's means of communication, since I've had to turn to some rather crazy ways of trying to contact people. My phone broke once, last Monday. I went out and spent all the money I had (I was saving up, so it hurt even worse) on a new phone cause the next day, I was going to One Act Play Competition a few hours away. In which we won first place and will be going to state the same day I take my SAT. Yeah, don't talk about it, or I'll cry. Anyways! I bought a new phone and kept the broken one to use as a flash light with is white screen of death characteristics. My phone all of a sudden turns on and starts working normally. A miracle! Took back the new phone and my savings, only to have my sister break my original phone again on Saturday. I am very thankful for Facebook messaging, which I have hated and neglected for some years now.
This weekend I received some sad news. Someone who I used to call my friend has decided he/she doesn't believe in the church anymore, and doesn't want to be apart of it. It breaks my heart for this person's family who are very good people. It was very sad news to hear and made me think really hard. I am very very thankful for my openness to the teachings of the Gospel. I'm thankful for every primary, sunday school, young womens, seminary teacher I've ever had. Anyone who has ever devoted time to teaching me the gospel and strengthening my testimony is a kindred spirit in my book, so thank you! You know who you are!
I'm also, incredibly. In. Cred. I. Bly. Thankful for my Noah Compton. And soon to be Elder Noah Compton, in that matter! We are getting closer and closer, approaching the time of arrival that his papers and interviews are all done, recorded, stamped as "we are excited, please hurry and return call" and thrown over to Salt Lake City! I am so soo thankful for his choice to serve a full-time mission! Especially when it seems like everyone (especially with lady friends) is taking a mission so lightly, or choosing to just not go at all. I'm thankful for my missionary and the amazing influence he has over me and others everyday!

Well, I may as well try to make an attempt at a mad dash to my room. I need to change clothes for seminary and school. One, because I'm not wearing pyjamas in public. Two, because I think I'm sitting on a toothpaste blob. Have a great day!

Okay so I had to come back and edit this blog post. I got down from the bathroom counter only to meet my foe once again. This time being thankful for my smarter-than-me-in-spider-survival-skills brother who once told me if you squirt water on a spider, it paralyzes it. So that's what I did and I ran off and escaped. I am thankful for my brother!

Seriously this time, have a good Monday!

Official Adventures Kickoff!

Well as you all may have known before from my earlier blogpost way back when, I am doing the Isotetrin(Accutane) Procedure. Yaayy. Haha, and how I told you I'd have to get my blood taken every month? Well yeah, that happened. Yesterday. And for someone irrevocably scared of needles and blood and people in scrubs, I'd say it went pretty.... Hm. Pretty..... Uhh, well I lived, which is better than what I expected, so we'll just leave it at that.
When I first woke up yesterday morning, I was nauseous as nauseous can be. I was sooo nervous and you could tell. If I lived in California, I would have easily qualified for medical marijuana. My doctors appointment was scheduled at 8:30 and all during seminary, my hands were shaking. My handwriting was pretty horrible. Finally it was time to say goodbye to my friends at church for the last time and tell them what I entitled them to in my will, and was off to the morg- I mean, doctors.
I called Noah to wake him up because originally I wanted to talk on the phone to him while my blood was being taken but I decided I would have to just be strong! He just texted me really motivating and encouraging things like he does whenever I'm nervous about anything. He really is the best, and is definitely the one and only person in the world who can make me calm. He is just the best :D.
We sat in the waiting room for a while, and while we were sitting in there, I was so anxious, and antsy, I could have just at any second began to burst into tears. And eventually that's what I did. After every time I heard the doorknob on the door to the back offices click, indicated a nurse was going to call a name, my eyes would water, I was so pathetic. And finally my name was called and my fear spilled out my eyes.
My dad explain to the doctor how nervous I was (as if she couldn't already tell) so she let me lay on a table just incase I'd pass out, which was highly expected and prepared for. She took my blood and I closed my eyes and talked to the nurse as she tried to keep me distracted with thoughts of graduation and asked me about my classes and grades.
For those of you who told me you don't feel a thing, or it only pinches for a second, your advice is invalid from here on to eternity. I could feel the needle violating my bloodstream the wwwhhhooolleee time it was in! I could have sworn the needle expanded in size after she stabbed me in the skin with it. I felt it, I cried, it was pretty much the climax of my entire life.
Finally she was done robbing me of my sanity and sat me up slowly. She then gave me some orange juice and rubbed my back as I drank it. She was such a nice blood sucker! And my orange juice was really good, too! :D she helped me down from the table and said I could leave when I was stable enough. So I left immediately not caring how good of shape I was in, I just knew I'd get better once I was driving away with what blood I had left.
I was so brave! I was so proud of myself! I sent a picture of my band aid to him and he replied with how proud he was of me for facing my fears! And for living! He was pretty happy for that, too.
I would like to end this blog post by saying that every time I have to get my blood taken, I won't be scared anymore and that I know I'll be okay.
But nah. This whole thing will most likely happen every tine I have to get my blood taken, ha!
#AccutaneAdventures, over and out!

Being Happy. Cut Short..

Hello hello, little readers. You're all looking so lovely today.
So, the past few blog posts have been kinda negative. I thought I'd share some things that make me happy, things that I love, and some of my favourite things. Because, I promise. I do smile. I am a happy person. My room isn't painted black. This is a list of generally happy things in I see in the world.

1. Old married couples.
2. The movie trailers for Frankenweenie.
3. Sunflowers. Sunflowers. And more sunflowers.
4. Turtles. And any nautical animal.
5. Going to PetCo just to visit the fish.
6. Juicing/Green Smoothie-ing.
7. The moment when you create a beautiful colour of paint.
8. Letters that Noah sends me. (Every/anything that has to do with Noah.
9. The Olympic Opening Ceremonies.
10. Sherwood.
11. Fleet Foxes.
12. Finding lost earrings.
13. When a prank turns out funnier than you originally planned.
14. Cold pillows.
15. Soy milk.
16. Watercolour cityscapes.
17. When you run a yellow light making you eligible to make a wish.
18. People that let you know they need you.
19. Making a good grade on a test.
20. Hot soup that makes for a warm soul.
21. Priesthood Blessings taking place in public places.
22. When m-

This is what I was blogging on August 13th when Noah told me that his father was rushed to the hospital after suffering from a stroke. I haven't blogged in a long time because I've been tending to Noah as much as I can and making him things and sending him gifts and have also had school and now have a job! But don't worry, Noah's amazing father came back from rehab on Friday and is back home and is doing good from what I have heard! Now to catch ya up on some things: 

1. I am making good grades with as little to no stress possible.
2. I got a job as a soccer referee!
3. My AP Art Portfoilio is coming along wonderfully.
4. Noah turned 19 this week!
5. I've started skateboarding again, I haven't been on a board since.....sixth grade, lol.
6. My One Act Play class goes to competition on the 16th and we're really excited to be coming along with our play!

This is pretty much it for tonight, I just wanted the practical guess of 12 people who read this blog to know I haven't abandoned my blog. I am not going to ditch this idea like I do a lot of other things, haha.