The first thing I did was change into shorts

First of all, I came home to Houston:

I discovered a new talent I have, it is called sleeping while sitting up in public and not realizing it until much too late. I have fallen asleep every day like this since I came on home to this wonderful town called Friendswood.

Incident number one: on the plane ride home- I actually fell asleep at least four times on the plane ride- about every time Joyce- the loud stewardess, passed, I woke up (I think I put too many commas in there but it just sounds right to me). I think I was awake for a total of ten minutes the whole ride home. Once I was awake looking out the window as we were circling around preparing to land, and next thing I knew, I was awoken by my head bobbing up and down in my seat as the plane hit the runway. Incident number two: sacrament- only for a real short time, don't worry. Incident number three: riding in the car with my mom, I was awoken by my brother kindly placing his finger in my elbow pit, it's fine.

Here's how our family pictures turned out:

The missionaries told us we were the worst kids to have their picture taken. They don't understand.

household item + elephants = nothing better

I thought I would share one of the things that has brought me an abundance of joy in the last couple days.

This elephant is currently the wallpaper for my desktop at work and on my laptop. that is how much I like it. Why do I like is so? I'm not sure- all I know is that I catch myself staring at it at work, more than is healthy. I just realized today that it has an eye, how did I not see that before?

On top of they household item elephant, my mind has been thinking about a couple of other things lately:

• Allergies- why they happen and why at morning and at night, every morning and every night
• Tea Parties- this includes doilies, princess squares, crumpets, and parlors
• My job- how great it is, really I have the best job ever. the things I end up complaining about are so little I laugh at myself.
• Paranoia- sometimes I feel like everyone is looking and judging me all the time and I don't like it, not one bit. I'm not guilty of anything- I promise.
• Finally developing as a high schooler- staying up way too late doing nothing, sleeping on top of my covers in my clothes, not brushing my teeth, having an urge to sneak out of the house. Yup, I like to do all of those things now. I think I will be 30 before I develop as a college student.

Exact Timing

I am trying this thing called clock in and out of work at exactly the right minutes. It is like a little game I play with myself. Kinda like the game that I play where I prentend like I am really poor and only eat cereal, or like the game where I try to make my bed every day.
Right now I have three minutes until I need to clock out.

the door handle broke

when door handles malfunction it can only happen for a couple of reasons.

either someone purposefully made those door handles malfunction (or go missing) because they don't want you to get through that door, or in that building. more specifically they might not have wanted you (and when i say you i mean me) to get in Friendswood High School. the reasons behind this are questionable, but it happened anyways.

another reason door handles break is because they are overly used. those poor little handles hang in there day after day and they have to pull that heavy door open and push it closed every day, it can get very stressful. then one day that door handle breaks off, and it rebells.

a third reason for door handle problems is because they were improperly used. you know what i mean, you tied them to a string and connected that string to something that seemed like a really good idea at the time but now that you think about it, it was not a smart decision. you probably connected that string to teeth, other door handles, bothers or sisters, pets, booty traps, and who knows what else.

this post is inspired by my car door handle that broke because of the second reason i listed. that poor little worn out spring inside the handle just could not take life anymore.

This is what I think

1. blogs should not be forced
2. sometime blogs should be spelt bloggs
3. blogs are better with pictures
4. Mckenna's legs look like chicken

The Definition of Mine and Mckenna's Relationship

The Festival of Colors (aka please throw dirt in my face)

One time I went to this thing called the Festival of Colors. At this place, the way to have fun is to get powdered colored chalk on you, more specifically on your face.Ash understands how it works. However I did not. Stop, hammer time... never mind. Back to the story, I did not want people to throw the chalk in my face. My friends were like, throw it at her, and I was like, no it's ok you really don't have to, and I they were like, yes you do, and I was like no I really don't like smelly chemicals in my face, and they were like, "CROWD SURF!," and I was like, oh no, please no. Alright. This is where I pause and reflect. I can see from here that my writing is jostled, messy and nonsensical. Let me fix that.

My point is my friends would run up to people with chalk and want them to throw it at them, and when I did not behave this way, for some reason, I was the weird one. I don't understand it and I don't think I ever will.
To explain my crowd surfing outburst earlier, a gang of six to seven Indian guys, who probably put on this festival, picked innocent enough looking girls in the crowd and would say, "she is next" and next thing you knew, you would be on top of a crowd worrying about your shoes being stolen and thrown on top of the roof.

Anyhow, this happened to my roommate and me. After my three seconds spent crowd surfing I learned a valuable life lesson. If you don't want to crowd surf, don't lay flat, and then the one person holding you will only have two choices, 1. put you down or 2. throw you on the crowd.
Unfortunately, for me, the later happened to me; but fortunately for me (and the girls I was thrown on), I am gifted in falling and I managed to land on my feet with minimal physical contact with anyone else.

I know this post sounds sarcastic and negative, but I actually had a lot of fun at the festival. I would like to conclude that it was a four time better than the "typical Provo weekend." (Sometimes when you put things in quotations, you sound/look/feel/are more believable.)