My territory.

So in my homeroom there is this group of guys I hang out with. It has been this way for a long time and I don't plan on letting that change anytime soon. Well with a new school year comes new people, that is a given. There is this new chick who is now hanging out with us. If she was not the  complete opposite of me then I would be totally fine, even excited to have another girl in out group. Well she is always flirting with this kid I like and have liked for a long time. I keep asking her to back off and she won't. I have been nice about it too. That is rare. When it comes to boys I will ripe someone's hair out just keep them from being noticed by the guy. Well this new chick is treading on my territory and I don't like it one bit. I have tried the nice way and now that that has failed I am trying to find a medium between nice and bashing her face into a locker. Any suggestions, or comments would be welcome and even encouraged. It has been so hard for me not to just knock the chick's socks off and be done with it. Third day of school and I already want to hurt someone. Ha. I am like a lion. You show up on my turf and go after my mates and I will beat you until you leave. Competing girls be warned.

Reconeccting

So there was this family who used to live across the street and they moved a few years ago. Well they just recently heard about my big sister passing away and they came over today. It was kind of like ripping off a band-ad on my still healing wounds. Ow. We had to retell the story of her death and go through the apologies and the tears. Because Julia's death day was so recently if felt as if we were back to square one and it had been two weeks instead of two years. Well anyway the family had wanted to reconnect. I saw their now five year old daughter who was only a year old the last time I had seen her. She is beautiful and their little boy is so very handsome. Well my dad and the father of the family were talking about going on the bow hunt next year and my dad asked me if I was interested in going with them. I am totally ecstatic. I know it is a year away but I cannot wait to go get my hunter's license. Whoot whoot. Well the family was one of my favorites in the neighborhood and it is great to know that they are interested in getting to know us again.
Wow, it is so great when the opportunity to get to know someone again. It is so hard when someone you know and love moves out of your life and when you get the very rare chance to have them back in it again you must jump for it. I can't wait. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.

Paint ball

So today for my big brother's birthday we went paint balling. It was so fun! I have a crap load if welts but it was so worth it. He brought some friends and we just went out and shot each other. It was not that simple though. There were like fifty other people there do we joined in on their fun. I am an amazing shot and got a bunch of people out. My brother got shot like twenty times and I only got shot four. His good friend Matt got shot in the thumb four times and started bleeding all over everywhere. Now that was a great time. I was invited to the movies tonight by one of my brothers friends, (Yes he has friends, amazing discovery huh?) but it is not like a date. The kid's parents are going to be there and he invited a bunch of other people. My dad so does not want me to go though. =( but anyway paint ball was so fun! There was this dude there who lost a bet and showed up at the paintball center in a big yellow dress. He actually went paint balling in it. Ha. Poor guy.I had so much fun shooting people. My amazing aunt sent my a crap load of money for school shopping. (You guys know her as aunt peg. She is one of my followers.) So make sure to check out her websites and stuff. She is amazing and not just because she is related to me. =) That's all for today. I love you all. Keep on commenting!

Blah

The first day of the school year sucked. Stupid school. I don't have much else to say just that school sucked and that I hate my new counselor.

Last day of freedom

Today is our last day of freedom. School starts tomorrow so today is the last day to party. We got to be like ninjas and dance until we die. Why live life at all if you are not going to live it to it's fullest? So come on people. Lets all party and soak up every last bit of what is left of our summer. It is our last day to stay in our old ways, to do the old things. This new school year is going to change all that. Our friends my change, our grades may change, our teachers, our style, our cliques, and maybe our whole lives. Pack that backpack, pick out that outfit, and then lets party. I am so excited but also scared out of my mind. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE! Well I am pretty much just saying the same thing over and over again so that is the end of this post. Enjoy our last day of freedom. =)

Burn

I am so sad today. My frustrations for life seem to becoming out no matter how much I try to hide them. I am so sick of being the one who is left lonely and seeing everyone else holding hands or shooting one another those little looks. I am sick of getting close to someone and then getting pushed away, ignored or burned. I got literally burned tonight when I was horsing around with some friends and that is exactly how I feel inside right now. The Amazing Staci is not feeling so amazing right now. Why is it that we are so obsessed with the opposite sex at this age? Why do we have to care? I really do not want to care about how I am the only one left alone. I think for now I am going to sit here and just nurse my burns and when the world is ready for me I will be ready for it. Like Taylor Swift's song change it will all change. I will not be like this for ever and that is the only thing keeping me from breaking down and crying. (Something I don't do often) That is one of the crazy things about life. You can be down right now but I promise you won't be in a day, or a week or a month or a year or maybe even an hour. It is always changing. Not always for the best but I know that if you just ride that current to shore that you will land in a paradise. Any questions or comments? Feel free to post them below. I love Y'all.  (Don't ask me what is wrong. It will not be appreciated.)

Death

So August 22, 2008 my big sister committed suicide. Yesterday was the 2nd year anniversary of her death. It was not a fun day. It is so hard to get through the death of a loved one especially at this time in our lives. Being a teenager is not that fun. We go the whole hormone thing, girls get that wonderful gift every month, and we are all very emotional, trying to find out who we are. The day it happened my ward was practically lining up to help us with anything we needed. They were there for us. The first year anniversary there were a few people in the ward who wanted to help is with stuff. This year everybody had forgotten and gone on with their lives. Time. I think it is the hardest element when one is dealing with such a loss. We are all told that is will get better with time but for me it has been the worst. I feel as if the more time goes on the more I am forgetting her and that hurts. I don't and didn't want anything to change. I wanted all her belongings to stay in the same place, I wanted the house to be the same but of course that had to change. I love my big sister and I think of her every day. It hurts so bad to know that she is not there. Especially now. I need the advise and experience of a big sister that has already gone through the horrors of high school and she is not there. I hate all the pain that goes along with it. I hate the month of August because of it. That is sad because my brother's birthday is on Friday. I need a hug... Well that is enough of my emotional problems. If you have any questions or comments feel free to post them.\
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A good book is a best friend

I am one of those people who absolutely loves to read. A good book can get me through almost every sickness I get, a good book is always there to quiet my racing mind, and a good book is not hard to find. (So unlike a good guy.) Reading is very important. For some reason today's youth has gotten it through their heads that reading is a wast of time. Why read when you can see the movie? The answer to that is simple. You cannot get as close to the main character in a movie as you do in a book. You can't hear or know what they are thinking and you cannot feel what they feel. All movie directors try as hard as they can to change that but they will always fail. A book is so intimate and so classic that it impossible to fully take their place. You can't take a movie any where-though we are getting better at changing that-you don't have to plug in a book. A book does not have a screen that will hurt your eyes. There is something about the smell of the old pages and the feel of holding someone's imagination in your hands that is so magical. It is amazing to be able to pick up a book and travel to an enchanted world, or a dangerous island, or to transform into a werewolf. A movie will never be that magical, that enthralling, or that sacred. What is the Bible? Or the Book of Mormon? They are books. We have had books for almost as long as man has walked the Earth. I love books. I love how they can take you away on such a rough day. They are an escape that no movie will ever be able to match. As you keep your friends close, you should keep your books close.

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Twilight

Oh my gosh. What to say what to say...I loved the books but one thing that kind of pisses me off about Stephenie Myers is that she always has two guys fighting over one chick and instead of having the book be mostly about the action she made it all the gooey dramatic crap of romance. Why do we care? I loved her idea of vampires and how she practically reinvented them but I must disagree with her on the whole issue of sun. Real Vampires Don't Sparkle! Notice how it never told us anything about the science behind a vampires sparkle issues? A good writer is always able to back up their story with-even if it is fake-science. Now on the matter of Jacob VS Edward. I absolutely positively loath Jacob black's character. Now don't get my wrong, I love Taylor Lautner but Jacob's character just pisses me off. How could a guy who claims to love you  as much as Jacob does still make your life as hard and makes it so complicated? Plus in real life two guys like almost NEVER fight over the same chick unless it is for her honor or because one dude has hurt the chick and the other knows he is all wrong for her. I am an Edward fan through and through.-His CHARACTER! Don't get me wrong Robert is a hottie but...- He is a gentleman, he does what Bella wants even if it means she wants Jacob. He protects her, he even tried to get her out of the dangerouse life of the vampire world. Jake just tries to steal her away from Edward and in doing such gives her to the far more dangerouse world of Werewolves. Some people's kids....
Well that is all for today. Just know the first movie is not even close to the book. Nor is New Moon.

Shallow

The world is full of shallow people and unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it save for attempt to not be shallow ourselves. Why are people shallow? No one ever taught them that what is on the inside is more important then their outer appearance. Think about it. We all work so hard just to look good but to what avail? What does it help? Confidence, yes. Self image, yes. But what about the person on the inside? It rots us. It eventually makes us feel as if outer beauty is more important then the person wearing the shell. Then we become judgmental and make fun of those who do not look like we do. Those who don't have the money to dress as we do or the talent to put the kind of outfit together that we do. I am so sick of being judged on my outer appearance. I dress like the person inside wants. I look like my personality and that is nothing like the fashion magazines say I should so there are girls who snub me because of it. Well to put it nicely there is a name for girls and guys like that but it does not belong in high society save for a kennel. So don't be afraid to dress the way you want, to look the way you want. If there are girls or guys who give you crap about it then they are just stupid, self serving, cowards. They are too cowardly to dress or act the way they want so often do as society tells them to.
That is the end of my spiel. Just remember it only matters what you think.
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Yay! School!....

So we all know how the end of the summer can be. Dragging you heals back to school, procrastinating important stuff, and being just plain grumpy. We also know this is a time our parents are more energetic that usual because they can't wait ti get our sorry butts off of the couch and back to school. Some of us are excited for a new school year-Like me!- some of us are excited yet unwilling-cough cough-and some of us just plain don't want to go back. I love and hate this time of year. The month of August is the worst month for me-why? well that is none of you business.-but I love going back to school and getting a fresh start with my academics and social. I love seeing how people have changed-Aaron is tan!!!-or matured. I love the atmosphere of the learning environment. -yes I am using big words, don't bust any brain cells.- but most of all I love having a schedule. Ever notice how during the summer you begin to feel like a useless lug? Well the reason why is that from the time we were kids our lives have been on a set schedule. We had nap time, snack time, and play time. We went into school and got work time, lunch time, and homework time. Even as teens we still have that set daily ritual and without it we feel like lost sheep. I hate that feeling. It is one of the most degrading, un-fun feelings you can have. The reason is-like they say-you are your worst critique and when you feel useless you begin to point out your own flaws. (I am not sure that applies to guys to but it is true as day for girls.) When we are doing things on our set agenda and accomplishing stuff we feel like we are getting somewhere in life. Without that agenda we feel worthless and out self confidence is crap. So if you are not excited for school, get excited. After all it is a new year and a new you. =D Let me know if you need me to slap some excitement into you. Love y'all have a good day and a good new school year.

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Self-esteem

So yesaterday night I was checking my email and I found and email from an old friend of mine that I have not seen since she moved a few years ago. She was still in my email address book and when I sent out a mass email telling people to check out my blog she got it. Being the amazing friend that she is she gave me some great feed back. I am going to copy and paste what she wrote.
"... you forgot to put self esteem! well not really but you should say more about it! like it doesn't matter how others think you look but how you look! and even if your not the prettiest you are pretty on the inside! just remember everyone is unique in their own special way! beauty is like a rose, there may be thousands out there but they're still beautiful and all flowers aren't the same, there are thousands of different kinds! each is beautiful and unique and special. never forget that! sorry that's all i have to say! or you could use snowflakes! but i guess they'd be kinda flaky, ha ha get it!? sorry it was funny to me! I don't know something like that!" She is right of course. Your self-esteem should not depend on what others think of you but what you think of yourself. Why would anyone want to care about what others think? Most of the time you are guessing or worrying that they are thinking something about you that they really aren't. Being human means that you are vain. Even if it is just a little bit you are still vain. That is one part of the human mind that we must fight. Don't get me wrong, it is good to care about your appearance but to an extent. Why would you let your  self image ride on what others think of you. Some of my favorite song lyrics are from Three Days Grace. I don't know what the song is called but here are the Lyrics: "It's so hard to find someone who cares bout you but it is easy enough to fund someone who looks down on you." That is so true. People are so judgmental and cruel that we would never have any self-esteem if we went on what other people think. Keep that in mind when you go back to school.

School Cliques

Everybody who has every been to school knows that in high school and Jr. high you are required to have at least one clique or you die socially. Being in a clique is like having a safety net of friends that are always there to have you back. Well unfortunately it has become an unwritten rule that if you are not in the "cool" kid clique then you are so not cool. Why is that? Who would even think that? The answer is simple. The teenage "popular s" are stupid, big headed, too-cool-for-you, butt munchers. They think that is you look a certain way, talk a certain way and have a certain attitude you are cool when really it is just them wanting everyone to be just as miserable on the out side as they are on the inside. Well those are the rude "cool" kids. Now lets talk about the nice Popular people.
So there are a couple of people that everyone knows. That is just how it is. Well those few people are the nice popular kids. Everyone knows and loves them because they are not afraid to just be themselves and show the world that it is possible to be well known and well liked. I have quite a few friends like this and I absolutely love them. Now I bet you are wondering where I fit in the food chain of school. That answer is simple. Almost every where. I have realized something that has changed my life forever. You belong where you want to belong! If you want to be well liked go for it. IF you want to hang out with the mathematics kids then have fun. If you want to hang out with everyone then go for it. I personally hang out with everyone who is fun and nice. Well nice for the most part. I am working on fixing a few glitches in that aspect of my life but that is not relevant to this post.
The way I look at every new year if school is that it is a chance to reinvent myself. If there is something I did last year that I don't like or am not proud of I vow to not do it the next year around. If you are the shy type and want to have a couple more invitations to send out on you birthday then learn to break out of your shell. Well that is my spew for the day. If you have any questions or comments please don't be afraid to post them after this post. "] I love comments.

Whahoo!

Yes! Today is the day I dye my hair! Oh yeah I am going from blond to redhead! i shall always be a blond at heart but I will be one hot redhead. "p  My mom bought the hair dye for me on my birthday (July 16th) and I have had to wait to dye my hair because I don't want a faded color for school. Yes! Whoot whoot! Everybody will be amazed by my amazing hotness. The world shall never be the same again!!!!! I am unstoppable I am-just dying my hair...But it is FRICKING AMAZING!!! All the boys will want me now. Bwahahaha! This post really has no point to it other than to tell you I am dying my hair. So with that I sign off. ^_^

HELP!!!

So I am writing a book as you all may know and I am completely stumped. I need a name of a place. Now this is a place where Lions live in a different world. That sounds stupid but they are Sinhala. Sinhala literally translates to Lion People in Greek. They can change-like werewolves-from human to lion. I need the name for their homelands. A pack of lions is called a Pride. So keep that in mind. Please post your answers as a comment on this post. Thanks!

Bob Marley

So I have a dance I am going to with two of my best friends-Aaron and Ann-and in order to have my hair all wavy for it yesterday I braided my whole head into small little braids and the top of my head looks awful So i have this little girlie black beanie that I am wearing in order to hide the fugly top of my head. It kind of looks like I have dread locks. So with the hat my mom and brother have been calling me Bob Marley. I am not Bob Marley! It was funny because I had to go to macey's today and the cashier had a hard time not looking at me. I have only had that problem once and it was because I looked really pretty and not because I looked strange. So I guess the message for today is; Don't worry, be happy. "]

the recurve bow

A while back I had this great Recurve bow. It was just a small little green bow. I loved that thing. Me and my brother would spend hours shooting at our little target in the back yard. Unfortunately it got sold at our yard sale a few years ago. recently I have been craving the feel of my bow. At Oakcreast that thirst was sated for a while but it is back. I love shooting the bow. I think that compound bows are too 21st century. The Recurve was good enough for the Native Americans, and everyone else before 1966 and it should be good enough for us. I love the feel and snap of the arrow leaving the string, the wonderful feel of strength and power when you pull it back to you jawbone and aim. Man I really miss my bow. I am writing a book as you may already know and I had to do a little research and now I have that horrible ache for my bow again. We still have my old target in the garage just no Bow. Well I got to get back to my research. Thanks for caring about my complaining. (Or at least reading it)

Friends

So I am not getting along with one of my friends and we have ceased to be friends now. Why is it all girls go through the "I am a witch" Stage? We are all a complete beast at some point in our lives. Ugh. It gets so old so fast. My solution? Hang out with guys more than I do girls. That way you know a lot of guys and you have a bigger chance of someone liking you and you don't have half the drama in your life you do when you hang out with girls. Guys are very mellow and have one track minds. They don't care who did what and they don't care if you are having a "I am a witch" moment.They are not shallow and only befriend you because you dress a certain way but because of how you act and who you are. Girls are fun to have as friends but they are very dramatic and can be snotty. Girls have their good traits too. What straight guy is going to let you do his nails? What straight guy is going to gossip with you about who is the cutest guy in the grade? Not a one of them. You are thinking then why not hang out with gay guys right? Well they have all the drama girls do and they don't have the chance of them liking you. Lose lose situation but also a win win. -SIGH- I hate drama.
Well that is my spew of the day.

All Summer To Wait

The anticipation,
The confusion,
The frustration


Never before have I waited for school,
With such an exhilarating excitement,
I laugh and call myself a fool

Never before have I wanted and waited for this,

It makes my heart beat so fast,
I have to count my pulse on my inner wrist

I just hope he's waiting for me,
Just as I wait for him,
waiting to glimpse me and see

If I am the same,
Or if I have somehow changed,
and impossible been tamed

The thought of those ice blue eyes,
Sends chills like lighting through me,
And makes my heart increase in size

And so I wait for my Mathew,
Excited yet scared to see his face,
Hoping I will be able to utter, "I missed you."

It's a girly fantasy,
It's a foolish hope,
But I want him to feel the same as me

He probable views me as just a silly girl,
He probable would and will crush me to bits,
And laugh as I let my heart unferal

But I have all summer to wait,
To sit and ponder his picture and my feelings,
All these long days I hate

I have a long time before I shall know,
Of his thoughts and feelings considering me,
And so pen on paper I let my feelings out to freely flow

For now I just sit and concentrate,
On what this summer holds,
For all I have to do not is wait

NOTE: This is a Staci Lyn original and any copy of this must be authorized. I wrote this a long time ago but the situation still applies. The boy in the poem was an old crush of mine.
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Friends and boys don't mix

okay ladies. We have all been in the situation where you and your best friend(s) like the same guy. Most of the time it is o big deal but then there is the situation where you just don't get along because of it. I am currently in that position. My solution? Stop liking the guy. It may suck but I promise he is not "The one" and if he is then he can wait until you are out of high school to make something of the situation. But when does the guy ever turn out to be "the one"? It is not worth your friendship. There are plenty more guys out there and there is only one friend like the one you have.
Then there is the situation where your best friend is a guy. Well that won't work unless he likes men. I believe is was on When Harry Met Sally that someone so geniously said, "Men and women can not be just friends." That is true. In the end one will like the other or you may end up liking eachother. Not that just complicates life. Friends and Guys don't mix. Sorry charlie. (Or what ever your name is. There are a lot of people who may one day read my blog. So just fill in the blank. Sorry ______)

My Amazing Grandparents

So if I am The Amazing Staci my amazingness has to come from somewhere right? Well I have found out where. Unfortunately for my parents amazingness skips a generation. I am just joking. they are amazing too. But where all this amazingness started was with my grandparents. You want to know an example of why or how they are so amazing? Well I have been saving my pennies to buy a laptop. Working my fingers to the bone pulling weeds, having birthdays, and just being awesome. Well any way the day before last I was having a rough go of life. (Ya see me and my friends are not getting along so well. =C ) Any way my parents had gone golfing (Who does that? Well my parents do because they are amazing. DUH!) and I was sitting home all alone being sad when the phone rang. Who might it be? Well it was my mum and my pop. Well my dad says to me,"Staci, I have a HUGE surprise for you. But I won't tell you what is it. You'll just have to wait until me and you mom get home in about an hour. We have some running around to do first." Well I asked him the obvious questions. Is it chocolate? His reply, "This is ten times better than chocolate!" Is it a call phone? "Do you have a steady job of which can support your cell phone bill?" me: no. "You really thought it was a cell phone?" Me: no but is does not hurt to dream big. Well anyway our conversation went on like this for a while and he would not budge. He has his mother's stubbornness. (Yes my grandma is as stubborn as and Ox and a Donkey. She is so stubborn she makes them look like they give in too easy.) So i an sitting home alone wait ing for my parents to get home driving myself nuts. Well finally I hear the dog bark and run up the stairs to fast you would think my fat little frame would go supersonic. Any way it is them. My mom had gone to Pirate O's and picked up some of the best chocolate on the planet. Kinder. It is German and amazing. You have to try it. So if you Fancie yourself a true reader and follower of my blog you have to try it. (By the way, I only have one follower. That would be my aunt. What is that about people? Maybe it is that I am so amazing I scare everyone away. Yeah that's it. :D apparently only my own kin can stand my amazingness and the only reason why is that she is amazing too.) Anyway I got the chocolate, and some of those wax bottle things that have some otterpop like liquid in them and ate made of wax that you are supposed to chew on. Then my dad gave me a laptop case. He said, "This is for when you buy it. You'll have a place to put it in." Of course I was close to crying. I hugged him and thanked him. Then he told me to grab a box for him out of the front seat of the car. This is just another one of my daily duties as the daughter of my parents. So I ran out there to get this stupid box they had not bothered to bring in. Then I notice that both of my parents are "taking out the dogs." By this I mean that the dogs were...doing there business and they were watching them so they don't run off. I thought to myself since when do they both take out the dogs? Then i get to the truck. I am barefoot and my dad had to park in the rocks on the left side of the drive way. So I am muttering curses at the world by the time I get to the truck. I open the door and there sitting on the passenger's seat is a big black bow with nothing on it other that the two little letters HP. I was stunned for a second and then I thought: it is probably just one of dad's computer programs. Then I think, but he gave me a laptop case. Do you see a connection? Well then I am getting excited and I run off (very carefully for I was holding all my hopes and dreams in a big black box in my arms.) towards the front door totally unaware of the rocks stabbing into my feet. I get there and my parents are smiling at me. By this time tears are running down my face. I ask them, "You didn't-" my dad laughed and told me that I was right. They didn't. My grandpa did. He had bought it for me. I have to pay him back of course but I was so greatful. I ran inside and called him. I probably thanked him about a hundred and fifty times. He told me that I was welcome and that now I have a lot of weeds to pull. I am so excited to got to work tomorrow and thank him in person. I am now typing these words on my amazing laptop. What kind is it? I have not the slightest Idea. But it is mine. :D Thanks grandma and grandpa.

Girls Camp

Over the summer I had the great opportunity to go to three different LDS camps. i went to Oakcrest The best place in the known universe where I intend when I am old enough to get a job. That was the most amazing experience. The counselors are great and the experience is Once in a life time. I went to youth conference which was a blast. (What teenage girl in her right mind would not want to go camping with a bunch of cute boy with good standers?)Then the last one I went to was Girls camp. Now That was fun. I went on a three mile hike that seemed to have no purpose other that tiring us all out and making us get along. On the hike I had the great opportunity to walk with my best friends' mothers. (Ann ans Marcella's moms.) They talked and talked to me. Our conversation was unforgettable and they made me feel so loved. I really got to know Marcella's mom a lot better. I practically live at Ann's house so I know her mom fairly well. After the hike we just chilled out for a while and wrote in people's books. (We all had a book with our name on it and people got to write nice stuff about you in it.) My favorite experience though it was the most painful one was when I was having Knee problems. My knees are not so great and they click out on me a lot. Well that happened and the mussels in my right knee were screaming in agony. I had gone into my tent to grab some stuff and clean it up a little when this happened. I has already taken some pain meds so I had nothing else to do but wait out the pain. I lay on my back crying in front of the door way when Ann came in. She nearly tripped over me. Poor thing almost had a heart attack. She asked me what She could do for me and I tole her nothing. She then told me she was going to go get a leader and before I could argue she was gone. I lay there drying my tears and waiting for some one to come and ask me the same questions Ann had. The "What's wrong?" And the "What do you need?" But much to my great surprise Marcella's mom just came in and comforted me. She gave me her knee brace and held the flashlight for me as I put some things away and grabbed some other things. What she did next I will be forever grateful for. She bent down and hugged me and said, "I love you Staci. You and Kelly are like my own kids." Right then that was exactly what I needed. Then she helped me get out of my tent and go to the fire put where a nice warm fire was blazing. I sat in some one's chair and she made me a smore. It was so nice to feel that kind of love and comfort in my time of pain and loneliness. I loved camp and I love my friends and their parents.

What is the world coming to?

So yesterday I was with my parents in down town Salt Lake City for a Psoriasis study that I am now apart of. Well my mom had to run into the cricket store and she left my dad and me in the car. On our right there was a Kid To Kid store next to the cricket and we were people watching. (One of my favorite pass times.) As we sat and watched these women come in and out of the Kid To Kid we realized something. They were all wearing short shorts, tank tops, and some form of slutty thing on their bodies.I am talking about forty and up women wearing this.One was so bad I had to close my eyes. She was wearing a white wife-beater and a black bra in the rain. When she climbed in the car with her two year old baby she lit up a cigarette. Why is it all women now days seem to think the sluttier the better? Why can't they just cover themselves up? A cigarette does not make you look 'hot' or 'cool' it makes you look like trash. It was just plain nasty to watch these wemen.No one wants to see you wearing that and those who do are complete sickos.I had to resist the urge to scream out the car window, "Put some clothes on no one wants to see that!" It was horrifying. So please in the future put some clothes on when you go shopping. Ugh.

Flying Muffins

I was working up at a camp doing a service project with my family a few years ago cleaning out this place filled with benches made from railroad ties. The camp was so happy with all our help they gave us some muffins for lunch. Well after we ate we actually went back to work unlike some families who just went home. After about three more hours of work we were done and ready to go home. The lady who worked there managing the camp had about three flats of muffins left. She gave them to us for all our hard work. On our way to the car my big brother Kelly was carrying the flat of muffins and he suddenly screamed, threw the muffins in the air and ran. A bee had been attracted by the sweet smell the muffins gave off and had flown over to check it out. My brother is deathly afraid of anything with a stinger. He saw that bee and ran. As the muffins soared through the air my dad dove to catch them and failed. Three flats of muffins ruined because of one little bee. It was a sad sad day in Staci's house hold.

SMA

Two of my best friends and I were having a sleep over one night and we decided to go sleep on the trampoline out back. We were getting really tired and hyper at the same time. (Why yes it is possible.) Me and Marcella started talking as Ann was trying to fall asleep. I cannot remember how we even started doing it but we invented our own language. It is really simple and easy to understand so we decided around smart people we would add another element to it to make it almost impossible to understand. It was really fun to have our own way to communicate. Like with all languages we have added certain rules to it. We named it SMA. It is pronounced sma-ugh. So as to not sound strange we call it SAM around boys.
 About a week after we so ingeniously came up with this language we were sitting in the middle of Sunday school bored out of our minds. The lesson was over mind you and we had about ten more minuted until church was over. Our class is combined with the boys and we were trying to talk about one of them without him knowing it. So we are sitting there speaking this other language not noticing that everyone around us has suddenly gotten really quiet. After about five minutes of this we were done with our conversation. I looked up and noticed every eye was settled on me. I so innocently asked,"What? Why are you all looking at me?" It was not one of me best questions. The whole class erupted into a fit of roaring laughter. Me, Ann, and Marcella have no idea why we are being laughed at.
Finally with tears streaming from her eyes a friend of our is courteous enough to tell us this, "We understood every word of that." Apparently we were so engrossed in our conversation to remember to add the harder element to it. To my utter horror I look at the boy we were talking about. He is smiling at me and says, "Why yes, I do think you are cute." I am not the type to blush. I have only blushed about five times in my whole teenage life but right then I felt my cheeks go red hot and I had to look away. To this day I have still not lived it down.

keeping the fuel gauge filled

Being a teenager is hard enough but without the proper care of your body it is a thousand times harder. The first rule to taking care of a teenage body is sleep. If you are tired you can't concentrate, or get off your butt to go do something fun with friends. No all night-ers. that means no parties past twelve, no studying until you crash. I am pretty sure you get what applies and what does not. The second thing is food. The right kind of food can get you to where you are going. No energy drinks, no high sugar, and no illegal things. (Drugs, drinking before the age of 21...etc.) Being properly fed will help you body's energy and even you immune system so you won't get sick as often. The last one and probably the hardest (At least for me.) is exercise. Get off your booty and go have fun. Be active for at least an hour a day. Not only-girls- will you lose a few extra pounds but you will also-boys- impress the opposite sex. So go show off your mad ninja skills.


-Staci Lyn