17 again

I am SEVENTEEN!

i love it, i have been seventeen for only 11 hours, but i love it.

also, look what my family did?!

balloons, mcdonalds breakfast, and flowas.

i lova them.

also, i woke up to ten texts this morning saying happy birthday, and a lovely voicemail

from jana laidlaw. YES!

i am probably not going to do anything way cool for my birthday, but i am lovin' it

anyway!

In less than TWENTY FOUR hours...

...I get to see these beautiful faces.

Oh, yes.

Seriously?

Eh, why is it that basically every time someone likes me, they're a little...off?

No offense or anything, but to keep sane I would like someone NORMAL to think I was attractive or appealing. For instance, today. I was at play practice, and apparently I wasn't paying attention, so I got the only other girl as a partner, while every other girl, except another group, got boys. Yes, I was fine with it, until I found out that girl was not liking them boys, she was liking them girls. 

SERIOUSLY?!

NO REALLY?!

Why oh why, oh sandy!

This always happens. I mean it was fine at first learning

 the dance with her and stuff. We were doing just fine, happily enjoying the High School Musical music, you know until she started making seductive faces at me.

Yes, it's true. She winked, she flirted, she gave me the stare. To get this sudden thing to stop, I made up this fake boyfriend I had. You know me though, when I lie, I laugh. It's a blessing.

My life.

NAY. I will not go to prom with you.

I don't understand why boys in my madrigal choir try to get at this.

SCENE: Classroom

PLOT: Young man comes in to ask me to prom, while I am trying to learn. 

ME: Oh, hey.

BOY: Hey there Miss Stolworthy.

ME: Mmmmhmmm.

BOY: I guess your wondering why I am here.

ME: ( silence )

BOY: Well Emily, I broke up with my girlfriend.

ME: Really? Again? Why?

BOY: Emily, I told you I would leave my girlfriend for only one other girl.

ME: Who that be?

BOY: YOU EMILY!

ME: Uhhhh. 

BOY: That's why I am taking you to Prom.

ME: You're what?

BOY: Are your ears on?? Taking you to prom.

ME: Well, thanks BOY but I can't go.

BOY: What the. Why not?

ME: I'm uh not uh I... ( I couldn't think of anything ! WHY!!!! )

BOY: You're going with me.

ME: I can't! 

BOY: You will, trust me.

ME: Neva.

( Boy leaves. I sit silently )

SCENE 2: Hallway

PLOT: He bombards me, once again.

BOY: EMILY STOLWORTHY EMILY STOLWORTHY EMILY STOLWORTHY.

ME: Yesssir?

BOY: Prom, the 25th of April, Me and You.

ME: I can't go homie.

BOY: You're going.

ME: No, I am not.

BOY: Just wait, you are.

( He leaves, I stand in silence yet again )

SCENE 3 : Hello, music hallway.

PLOT: He ugh.

BOY: Emily, PROM.

ME: No.

BOY: Yes.

ME: No.

Boy: Yes.

ME: NO.

BOY: Give me a good reason young lady.

ME: I do not want to go.

BOY: With me?

ME: With anyone. Boy, come on. You can take your girlfriend.

BOY: We broke up!

ME: Again?

BOY: Yes.

ME:Well, I hear Mr. Mckoy calling my name.

     I think it's my alto voice, it speaks to him.

You never fail me!

  That is California Pizza Kitchen. We went there for sadies and they never fail to bring me the most fantastic food that satisfies my needs. Which reminds me, OH SADIES. It was quite eventful and fun. We started by taking pictures in the park, which I did not know that Dallin's sister was taking, but oh well it was funny. Especially the picture all SIXTEEN people in our group took jumping.  That is besides us lagging on the right.

     Ahh. There be the four on the right trying to be different by not jumping. Cute. Well after this , we went to CPK suckaa. Which was goood. Then right after that we went to the Stratosphere and rode all the rides. It took two and a half hours, which was fine by me. We bought them tickets for all the rides anyway, and forced them on. It was raining and we were in a cloud. Right before we got on the last ride, we were taking these pictures of how frightened we were being so high up, then this lady smoking with her loving husband ( or lover ) asked us where we were from and we said "from right herrr" and she started shaking weird, I think it was dancing, on the stairs saying

                                                        "Our city is the best!"

                                             I never laughed so hard at a smoker.  

 The most awkward picture ever.

I love the facial expressions in this photo. Vastly entertaining.

Basically, it was hilarious. Then we were supposed to go mini golf in the glow and the dark one, but we were on a time crunch I guess? So we were supposed to go to Kayla's house to make pancakes instead, but instead of that we went to IN N OUT. Which I was totally and completely fine with. Except for the fact I lost my wallet there. So if anyone who has been there recently and has found a lovely, nordstrom black wallet, filled with eighty dollars, could you please return it to me? 

hahahahahaha.

but really, ya girl is crying.

Oh Mr. Theatre, you are so dramatic.

    My favorite thing in the whole world, is when people make up theories of tragic events, to entertain their lives a little bit more. A couple days ago, my theater teach ( whom I student aide for ) forced me to glue newspapers to his set, for his play " The Tempest". Anyway I am sitting there, glueing at the same time, and 9/11 comes up randomly. Mr. K loves politics, Mr. K likes to prove that he is right, Mr. K is delusional. He sat their for an HOUR AND A HALF, telling me that 9/11 was staged by the U.S government, so people would support George Bush. He also said, that there wasn't even a plane at the pentagon.

    

  Ummm excuse me? I have seen pictures of the plane at the pentagon. I told him that he should look online and check again because its there. Oh, but of course I was wrong, and didn't even know what I was talking about. He said that they planted bombs in the pentagon to make it look like a plane hit it. As I looked at him, I was trying not to argue. For when I argue with Mr. K, its like arguing with a little child. He stomps his feet until he is right. When he finished talking, I said, " I'll look into it. Find out this evidence for myself. " He told me that I should do that. He taught me how to study.

       

Oh, here Mr. K. In this picture it sure seems that that is a leftover plane piece.

 

Ummmm, hello again.

I seriously am the worst blogger in the world. In one week it would have been a year since I have written. Hahaha. Anyway, on with it. I am here to tell you I am back from my lovely hibernation ladies and gentlemen. Jana be proud.