"YOLO"

'"Seize the day" in Latin is "Carpe Diem"—"Seize the day" in douchebag is "YOLO."'--funniest status I've ever seen.

I was listening to Ke$ha, because I love her, and I was listening to a song where she is actually singing, and she doesn't sound too bad right? See she has talent, she's just usually too drunk to use it. But you know, she's not everyone's cup of tea...Glozell thinks she has some issues apparently. Haters gonna hate. Then again, other little girls just aspire to be what she is. Also, sometimes I think I spend far too much time on the internet.

Then, I put on my country pandora station, and came across the sweetest country song. I'm obsessed.


Sometimes, my thoughts are really scattered. So for those reading this, the previous two paragraphs were just a side note. Sorry. I think that happens a lot in my blog. In any case, my life has been pretty awesome recently, so I thought I'd just brag about it.

For the past couple weeks, I've been celebrating my roommate/best friend Kassie's birthday. We went to dinner, and I made her get on the birthday saddle:

Hahahahahahaha she hated me.

Then we went to a couple dance parties, made mocktini margaritas...


Went to dinner again, got all dressed up and hit up LMFAO in concert


Which was seriously one of the raddest things I have ever done. And, since it was my first concert and Kassie's birthday, we decided that the seats we paid for, so far away from Redfoo and SkyBlu, were not sufficient, so Kass used that feminine charm of hers on the poor teenage bouncer who really didn't stand a chance, and got us into General Admissions. Best. Plan. Ever. It was like one huge, outrageous dance party! First concert experience=win. Then of course, my brother asks me if I'll help him move into his new house the next morning, and I was so exhausted, I didn't really have a chance to shower. So, I felt gross, smelled like booze, and proceeded to move crap for the next 9 hours. It's as close to a hangover as I ever want to get. I felt like Lindsay Lohan...


I've accepted recently that since moving away from home, I've tapped into my country girl side more than ever. Last Saturday, I went to a Chris Cagle concert with some friends, and I looooved it. More than anything. Country people are such nice, friendly, genuine people. And they have such big hearts. I need to find me a country boy. It was so so much fun.


But most recently, and most impressively, I have a couple friends that have been going through some hard stuff lately, so yesterday I fasted for them. As I am fasting and praying, and thinking about them, I started wondering "what can fasting really do for someone? It seems such a simple, insignificant gesture, how can it really help?" Almost immediately after I had that thought, one of those friends let me know that what he had been struggling with had been resolved, and everything was going to be ok. My heart was so touched and so full of gratitude. My testimony grew so much in that moment, I don't really even have words to express it. I testify of the effectiveness of fasting and prayer.

CARPE DIEM

"God Be With You Til We Meet Again"

Today, May 2, 2012, I said goodbye to my cousin Levi Harris, as he dedicates the next 2 years of his life to the Lord. He's leaving to Bogota, Colombia North Mission, to share the beautiful message of the gospel to all the people there.

   Such a goof. Levi was my very first best friend. We've lived across the street from each other basically my whole life. We have grown up together, and we've always been close. Even times when we didn't see each other for a while, once we got together again, it was just like old times.

    We made movies, caused some mischief, hung out, and we were always on the same team whenever our families would play games together such as Capture the Flag...apparently it was one of the great injustices of his life to always be paired with me...but I was always really shrimpy and bad at those games, so that's understandable. Haha. I used to call him Wubbies, because that was obviously much easier to say than Levi....

    Levi and I have had countless adventures. Of course, when we hung out right before I moved to Utah, he told me we couldn't do anything too crazy because he has really bad luck, and always gets caught, and I have a knack for getting other people in trouble, so he'd get super busted, which for some reason he wasn't cool with...I don't know. He'd had been getting in trouble a lot. One of my favorite memories is one of my most recent trips to Durango, and he, Jacob, and I were just walking around and we see this guy with a bowstaff, doing flips and tricks and stuff: WP_20120312_205657Z.mp4
Ain't no thing. Yes people in Durango are like that. Anyways, then we plotted this whole scenario to walk up to the guy and tell him we were there to complete his training. Jacob was Zeus, Levi was Thor, and I was Jazellda, the forrest sprite. Unfortunately the guy left as we were approaching him. Had we not been laughing so hard we probably would have made it to him before he peaced. We're weird.

     I can't even tell you guys how much I'm going to miss that kid. I know he's going to be such a great missionary. The gospel has always been so important to him. He sees every experience in relation to the gospel and the Plan, and I really am looking forward to hearing about everything that's going to happen in the mission field. He's going to love it!

   For as long as I can remember, he has loved Captain Moroni, and looked up to him, and idolized him. Just before we dropped him off, he was talking about the Title of Liberty. Captain Moroni is a Book of Mormon hero. My sister just blogged about this and told the story, so if you're curious: http://adventuresindisneyworld.blogspot.com/2012/04/stripling-warriors.html I couldn't have said it better myself. So I won't. But raeding that, I'm sure you can see where Levi gets his admiration. Even the scriptures say "17 Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto ^aMoroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the ^bdevil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men." -Alma 48:17. Well, in all honesty, I can say, Levi is like unto Moroni. He has always strived to live his life in a way that he shines as an example of our Savior. He has always had a strong testimony. He has always had the biggest, kindest heart. My little brother looks up to him in every way, and I love that. Levi is crazy and funny, and one of my best friends. Even though I know he's doing exactly what he's supposed to be doing, I've been feeling a little sad about saying goodbye, until I was reading my scriptures and I came across 3 Nephi 5:13 "Behold, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. I have been called of him to declare his word among his people, that they might have everlasting life." And that's what Levi is doing. I am so proud of him. I couldn't be happier for him. I love that guy! Be sure to keep him in your prayers while he's out there serving. I pray that the Lord keeps him safe.

GRADUATING!

When Jacob was getting set apart...Levi forgot to change out of his Robin costume...everything about this picture is ridiculous.

No we didn't go to prom together, he took my friend that's falling there in the front in the blue dress.

And this is us hiding at a surprise party. I got stuck under that bench.

I LOVE YOU WUBBIES!!! I WILL MISS YOU!!!

"Live Like You Were Dying"

Basically, I just had one of the single most fabulous week and a half's of my life.

First of all, my family came into town for a visit last Wednesday. We went to Tucano's, and ate til we were all going to throw up, went to xtreme air sports, which hands down, is the greatest place of my life, played some laser tag, and I got to go to my roommate Megan's going away party--which was sad because I'm going to miss that lady with my whole heart, but I really did nothing but laugh all night because her family is so funny. I almost died.

Yes. We were all plotting to throw foam at my littlest brother^^                     Got him.

There really was no getting out of that foam....


Then, I said goodbye to my family, and the rest of this crazy week happened

Monday: I started my new job at Spoon it Up, which I absolutely adore. One of my best friends FINALLY came back from California after like a million years. I missed her. My life was especially void of dance parties in this time period....but our reunion was glorious!

Tuesday: My roommates and I decided to color our hair with pastels like we saw on pinterest. We looked like rockstars. Then, Kira and I went to our first "party" together since at least last December. We made new friends. With people and this bunny:) I also got to see my friend Jenny on her last night before she headed out to the MTC. She's such a sweetheart. She's going to convert everyone she even looks at--that's how spiritual/caring and compassionate this girl is.

Wednesday: ...I went out with this model/actor I met at the gym. He was in Twilight, High School Musical 2, and some other stuff I can't remember. I schooled him in laser tagging. And yes, when he told me he was an actor and a professional dancer I told him he was full of crap. But then I looked him up online...

He's legit. He left to film a movie. I'm never going to see him again.

Thursday: I did a little modeling. NBD. For Cris and Kate's. With my friend Brittany Molina.

I haven't seen the pictures yet, but if they're fabulous I can use them for when I try out for ANTM again. We'll see. One day I'll be a model.

Friday: I went to work, had one Kindergartner tell me he would never shoot me because I was too gorgeous, and another group tell me I looked like a cowgirl queen. I take what I can get. Then I spent some time with my main girl Kassie, dyed my hair black, and went to work. Now, I had made arrangements to be picked up from work, so I didn't have to walk home so far in the dark, but my phone died. But luckily Kassie was bored and took me home. Where we proceeded to eat tons of sugar, call and text many people, tried to get pizza, and the night ended at about 5 in the morning with "whoops. I threw my computer because I didn't want my eggs to die! Sorry. Good night. I loveeee you♥♥♥♥" I swear we weren't drunk....

"whadda think of my new hurrrr?"

Saturday: Got up, drove to Ogden, went SKY DIVING. Literally, probably the most thrilling, crazy, fun things I've ever done in my life. Such an adrenaline rush! I still can't even get over how freaking awesome that was!!! I COULD HAVE DIED!!! And actually, I was pretty convinced I was going to, because I'm a spaz, and the guy I was jumping with had a really heavy accent, so I didn't understand half of what he said to me. I was positive I was going to arc my back wrong or something and kill us both. Luckily, I just had the time of my life instead. The rest of the day I just thought of that experience and had this song stuck in my head: http://youtu.be/6xSGLZd9Vg4 I NEVER FELT SO ALIVE!!!!!!! Then, my roommate and I proceeded to drive to Colorado to hear my cousins' farewell/homecoming talks.

Sunday: I listened to my closest cousin Levi give his farewell talk. I grew up with that kid. I can't possibly tell you guys how much I'm going to miss him. And pray for him 24/7 because he keeps telling everyone he's going to die on his mission. Then I dreamed he would. Not cool. I am really proud of him, and he seriously gave one of the best talks I've ever heard. He's a great public speaker. Stick that kid up on Samuel the Lamenite's wall. He's going to the Bogota, Colombia--coincidentally where my sister in law just sent her brother off to. I hope and pray they are mission companions. Hahahaha. You'd have to know them. Also, I got to hear my other closest cousin Jacob give his homecoming talk. Which was also really powerful, and so spiritual. I'm really glad to see him again, and I'm so glad he got to see Levi off. They are like the same person. Then the two of them sang a song together, it was like the cutest thing I ever heard. It even brought little tears to my eyes. I love those guys. I couldn't ask for better friends or family. After church (because anywhere besides Utah, members go to more than just Sacrament when its a special occasion,) we all just hung out at my cousin's. It was so much fun. I got to see a lot of friends and spend time with such quality people that made me feel so good, and just made me laugh. I love home. I love my friends, and I love my family. I literally am feeling so incredibly blessed and happy right now. I'm grateful for all my experiences in life. Live every moment, because you'll never get it back. Life is never perfect, but it certainly is wonderful:) "And someday I hope you get the chance, to live like you were dying."

<3

"I Know That My Redeemer Lives"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1GXdeqizBU this song makes me tear up every time. My sister in law and her brother are so talented. And at 00:20, you'll notice a picture of firemen holding a portrait  that is burned entirely around Christ. Here's the story if you're curious... http://www.heraldextra.com/tabernacle/article_db328b06-0b0f-11e0-a131-001cc4c03286.html
I have such a testimony of Jesus Christ. I want everyone to know, that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he lived and died for us, and that he was resurrected. I'm positive, that were he to appear to me in person, right now, I couldn't believe in him more than I do now, because the Holy Ghost has touched my heart and proclaimed of that truth to me. For those of you still searching, I implore you to pray earnestly, read the scriptures, and I promise you, that you will receive the knowledge and truth that I have come to know and love. Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer, and I'm thankful for this opportunity at Easter to not only hear that beautiful, incredible story once again, but to share with anyone and everyone my testimony. I love this gospel. I can only imagine what my life would be like without it, and it's empty. Nothing brings me more joy or peace than being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I love my Savior. I feel his presence in my life every single day. I know that Christ is the only way, and that by him and through him, no matter where this crazy life takes us, we have the opportunity to reach our full potential, to be all that we can possibly be. I pray that I can be such an example, that by knowing me, people will want to know Christ. No matter your religion, or the lack thereof, I hope everyone takes just a moment at the very least, to just ponder the message of Easter today.

I posted this on my profile already, I know, but here it is again. Just watch, and really listen:
http://youtu.be/bAuaSpJ7zGs

"Try Dodging all the D-bag Guys.."

First: http://youtu.be/D4cIIuSBGbQ the chorus is like the theme song to my life right now...

I love meeting new people. I'm very social, and albeit often times I can be kind of a flirt, and that is why I like to go hang out at King Henry, because people there are pretty chill, and I like most of them a lot. But sometimes, I meet boys that are...less than gentlemanly, to say the least.

So today, I'm at the pool, talking to a friend, tanning, having a gay old time, and I meet this guy. He is super good looking, so at first I'm like "alright!" ...Then he started talking to me. This guy, that I just met mind you, starts being just mean to me, and calls me a ho. Now granted, I'm sure he was just messing around, trying to flirt, and usually I'm pretty easy going, and I just brush it off, but this guy was just on one. And calling me a ho, in any circumstance, not cool. Honestly though, where does he get off? So I say something about how I think he is super rude, and he has the nerve to tell me "I just know what's up. Treat a girl like dirt, and she'll stick like mud." I told him he sucks. Like seriously. What? What kind of person thinks they can just talk to people and treat them like that? My daddy raised me to be a lady, and that is not how ladies are talked to. I'm so peeved. And he's old. That my friends, is the very essence of a Provo Allstar. I need to move:(

The Hunger Games

All I can think about is the Hunger Games...

HUNGER GAMES
HUNGER GAMES
HUNGER GAMES
HUNGER GAMES
HUNGER GAMES
love.


also, we watched the previews for Titanic, and I realized, it's not much of a love story, because Rose is a liar and she is selfish. 1. She promises never to let go, then when Jack is dead, she pries his hand off hers so she can be saved. 2. There was totally room for him on her plank of wood.


but really...HUNGER GAMES WAS THE BEST!!! And I will never stop loving it. The movie was so close to what I pictured while I was reading the book--(which by the way, is my favorite book of all time. I would read it every single day if I could. And if you knew how much I hate reading, you'd know how significant that really is.) Such a good story. I'm obsessed.

"When the Time Comes, Baby Don't Run"

March 20th, 1964--48 years ago today, my beautiful, wonderful mother was born. She is my hero in so many ways. That woman got married in the temple to my dad, birthed and raised 10 children, and she is a published author; and she did it all with such magnanimity, that it's all I can do to pray that one day I'll live up to be half the person she is. I couldn't possibly asked for another woman to be such a wonderful mother. I am so blessed.

This week also marks about a year that I kind of figure my Utah adventure began. It's incredible how much things have changed since them...and how much things have stayed the same. At this time last year, I had graduated early from high school, and was working at home as a substitute teacher. My family came up here to celebrate my mom's birthday all together and so she could do an author signing...

My family then went back, and I stayed in Utah for a few weeks, sleeping on my sisters' couch. I met some of their friends, went hot tubbing, did all kinds of fun stuff with them. Then in May, we all planned a Harry Potter surprise birthday party for my oldest sister Angela, (which was absolutely ridiculous, and she ended up getting mad at me because I spent the entire day and over an hour pretending to sleep to get away from her.) In my experience, surprise parties usually result in a great deal of rage...(Jocelyn--http://lilgeorgiapeach.blogspot.com/2012/01/21-babyy-yeahh.html). But, despite her anger and so many people almost blowing it, I think the party turned out pretty awesome:

Good times. Haha. Then I went back home for a while, officially did the graduation thing, and packed my stuff up and moved here in June. Looking at it now, it might appear that only my location has changed. I'm not in school, working as a substitute teacher, going to dance parties. But in the past year, I've done quite a bit of..."ghost hunting," jumped down a waterfall,

and the Mona rope swings,

auditioned for America's Next Top Model,

worked for Satan at a dress boutique, rode a motorcycle, and countless other adventure I never even imagined I'd go on. I discovered what a pazookie is, went wake boarding for the first time, saw a fair amount of rodeos, and had the greatest summer ward of all time!

...and lit some of the biggest sparklers you will ever see.

I moved away from my family, I've had 10 different roommates, including one from England, (which was such a party hanging out with the Brits:)) and I have changed in so many ways. I made some of the best friends in the world, and to some I said goodbye. I've fallen hard, my heart has been broken, and I've certainly met more than my fair share of tools. But because of everything that has happened--good, bad, and in between, I am such a different person now than I was a year ago. I've grown in so many ways, and I've learned so many things. I've learned that to be independent includes dependency on the Lord. I've learned that life is hard, and tragedies happen, but despite it all, this life is beautiful, and there is so much to be happy about. I'm thankful for this gospel, and the ability to turn it all over to my Father in Heaven, I'm thankful for my family and friends that love me, support me, and are there to pick up the pieces when I'm broken. I want to say sorry to those I have hurt, and I pray to be a better person and friend to everyone I know. You all mean so much to me, regardless of how much or how long it's been since we've talked, or if we don't at all anymore. Whether you know it or not, you've all touched my life in some way, and in doing so you've taken a piece of my heart forever. Every experience I've had has affected and changed me in some way, and I'm thankful for that. This is such a wonderful life<3