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I'm making a new years resolution to be nicer to people, and nicer and happier in general, but I still have 12 hours left of this year, so I'm getting this out while I still can.
Here are a list of things that severely annoy me.
Humans (especially of the male species).
People who call Seven Peaks thinking we're the Ice Arena
Textbooks that cost more money than I am willing to spend for a small paperback book.
Facebook
High school
The fact that all of my friends going to UVU have class on Monday/Wednesday/Friday and I have class Tuesday/Thursday.
Running out of makeup, makeup smearing, and the fact that my nail polish never lasts longer than a week.
Losing chapstick
When my tennis stuff is collecting dust because I haven't played in so long.
Whenever my mom says she won't buy me easy mac because it's too expensive
When my favorite pen runs out of ink
People lying to me. Or lying to me about lying to me. Or breaking a promise. Stuff like that.
Coldplay not coming to Utah for their Mylo Xyloto tour
When I'm the only Laurel in young womens at church on Sundays
When I have to leave my house but I have nowhere I can go
oohh. But you know what?? I just discovered that my snuggie has a pocket for my FEET!!!
Life is great. Life is very great.
Love,
Kaela
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Guilty Pleasure That Will Inevitably Screw Me Over
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Let's face it, my fellow 2 Y-chromosomed friends. There is an epidemic, and we are all as good as dying from the disease that is
PINTEREST.
Except I'm not here to whine about how much time I waste on Pinterest because I've actually kept considerable control of myself, considering the fact that I now have the resources to sit on my bed while simultaneously blogging and pinning and wasting my time (which is actually exactly what I'm doing right now, but I'm on vacation so it doesn't count). I will not turn to the dark side that is laziness.
So I vowed when I signed up for Pinterest that I wouldn't waste too much of my time. That being said, a person (such as myself) could argue that Pinterest is like evil incarnate. It's all about coveting crap you'll never have.
And so, I placed a mental destroying angel in front of the Weddings tab because I knew if I looked there too often I would start turning heavy objects into projectiles. Because seriously, it's like a plethora of "If You Ever Find A Man As Great As MINE Then Your Wedding Still Won't Be As Adorable As Mine Was So Go Cry Into A Pillow You Sad Lonely Child."
Actually, for the record, I am never getting married. That's not true. But I have no desire to any time soon. In fact if I ever try to get married too early, kidnap me so I can't. And if I try to get married outside the temple, burn down my house and kidnap me so I can't. And if I'm trying to get married too early outside the temple, kidnap me, burn down my house, and kill my dog. I'm just kidding on that last one. If you kill my dog, I will burn your house down.
Bottom line, I learned my lesson when I spent an hour on the Weddings tab the first day I signed up for Pinterest. And I promised never to do it again.
That being said, I discovered a new tab to obsess and obsess and obsess and drool over.
The foods tab.
This is the only time I will ever say this, in fear that some ugly man will try to marry me just because I said it. But here goes.
I LOVE to cook. Finding new recipes for foods that sound beyond delicious is like a sick pleasure for me. I discovered the food tab on Pinterest a few days before Christmas, which led to happiness from my relatives. I was told my rolls were 'decadent.' I didn't know what that word meant, so I just smiled and said thanks. In fact I still don't know what that word means, so I hope I did the right thing...
But, I'm not here to brag about how I can arrange ingredients so that they will taste good. Because for all we know I could be a terrible cook and decadent actually means revolting and everyone else is just trying to make me feel good.
I'm here to say that I'm ADDICTED. This whole finding recipes on Pinterest is making me crazy. There is so much I want to make!! There are a few problems with this. I'm not a huge fan of eating. Well, I am. I can eat a lot if I really have to. Like if someone challenged me to eat a giant hamburger, I would, because I have a reputation to keep up with. But I don't cook because I like to eat. So I usually don't eat the stuff I make. Sometimes my family does, but usually they are all "don't cook or we'll get fat." So now, thanks to Pinterest, I have all these recipes I want to try and nobody to feed. Life is cruel.
I make food because I want other people to eat it. And I'll use any excuse I can come up with. Usually it's because I owe somebody a favor. For example: "Oh you broke your leg? Here are some cookies. I crashed my car and you're letting me leave work for a few hours and then come back? Here are some cookies. Oh it's Christmas? Here is a giant feast. Are you sure I can't cook the turkey? Well then I'll just make these rolls. Aha! Now you're wishing I had cooked the turkey."
Anyways, I love it when I cook and then other people eat my food. But what I love even more is cooking with other people. For some reason nothing is more fun to me than cooking with other people. Dates, hanging out, making food for various school projects, you name it. Cooking with friends is like the funnest thing in the WORLD for me. Some of my best memories come from making food with other people. Morp, the various times I made curry (including the chicken incident), making cookies with Aubrey and Kate when my dog ate them and we did NOT go on the roof...see what I mean? Just thinking about all of this is making me happy. And hungry.
See why men I date can't know about this? They'll be all "make me a sammich!" and then I'll be all "screw you!" and it won't end well. So don't tell anyone, okay?
So now, thanks to Pinterest, I have all these crazy desires to get married and feed people. I'm turning into a stereotype wife and I'm still 17, single, and living under the impression that I will probably be raising a family of dogs and ferrets (they are cute and wriggly, I don't care if they smell bad.)
This sucks.
P.S. I'm also totally serious about all of that stuff about burning my house down and locking me up.
Let's face it, my fellow 2 Y-chromosomed friends. There is an epidemic, and we are all as good as dying from the disease that is
PINTEREST.
Except I'm not here to whine about how much time I waste on Pinterest because I've actually kept considerable control of myself, considering the fact that I now have the resources to sit on my bed while simultaneously blogging and pinning and wasting my time (which is actually exactly what I'm doing right now, but I'm on vacation so it doesn't count). I will not turn to the dark side that is laziness.
So I vowed when I signed up for Pinterest that I wouldn't waste too much of my time. That being said, a person (such as myself) could argue that Pinterest is like evil incarnate. It's all about coveting crap you'll never have.
And so, I placed a mental destroying angel in front of the Weddings tab because I knew if I looked there too often I would start turning heavy objects into projectiles. Because seriously, it's like a plethora of "If You Ever Find A Man As Great As MINE Then Your Wedding Still Won't Be As Adorable As Mine Was So Go Cry Into A Pillow You Sad Lonely Child."
Actually, for the record, I am never getting married. That's not true. But I have no desire to any time soon. In fact if I ever try to get married too early, kidnap me so I can't. And if I try to get married outside the temple, burn down my house and kidnap me so I can't. And if I'm trying to get married too early outside the temple, kidnap me, burn down my house, and kill my dog. I'm just kidding on that last one. If you kill my dog, I will burn your house down.
Bottom line, I learned my lesson when I spent an hour on the Weddings tab the first day I signed up for Pinterest. And I promised never to do it again.
That being said, I discovered a new tab to obsess and obsess and obsess and drool over.
The foods tab.
This is the only time I will ever say this, in fear that some ugly man will try to marry me just because I said it. But here goes.
I LOVE to cook. Finding new recipes for foods that sound beyond delicious is like a sick pleasure for me. I discovered the food tab on Pinterest a few days before Christmas, which led to happiness from my relatives. I was told my rolls were 'decadent.' I didn't know what that word meant, so I just smiled and said thanks. In fact I still don't know what that word means, so I hope I did the right thing...
But, I'm not here to brag about how I can arrange ingredients so that they will taste good. Because for all we know I could be a terrible cook and decadent actually means revolting and everyone else is just trying to make me feel good.
I'm here to say that I'm ADDICTED. This whole finding recipes on Pinterest is making me crazy. There is so much I want to make!! There are a few problems with this. I'm not a huge fan of eating. Well, I am. I can eat a lot if I really have to. Like if someone challenged me to eat a giant hamburger, I would, because I have a reputation to keep up with. But I don't cook because I like to eat. So I usually don't eat the stuff I make. Sometimes my family does, but usually they are all "don't cook or we'll get fat." So now, thanks to Pinterest, I have all these recipes I want to try and nobody to feed. Life is cruel.
I make food because I want other people to eat it. And I'll use any excuse I can come up with. Usually it's because I owe somebody a favor. For example: "Oh you broke your leg? Here are some cookies. I crashed my car and you're letting me leave work for a few hours and then come back? Here are some cookies. Oh it's Christmas? Here is a giant feast. Are you sure I can't cook the turkey? Well then I'll just make these rolls. Aha! Now you're wishing I had cooked the turkey."
Anyways, I love it when I cook and then other people eat my food. But what I love even more is cooking with other people. For some reason nothing is more fun to me than cooking with other people. Dates, hanging out, making food for various school projects, you name it. Cooking with friends is like the funnest thing in the WORLD for me. Some of my best memories come from making food with other people. Morp, the various times I made curry (including the chicken incident), making cookies with Aubrey and Kate when my dog ate them and we did NOT go on the roof...see what I mean? Just thinking about all of this is making me happy. And hungry.
See why men I date can't know about this? They'll be all "make me a sammich!" and then I'll be all "screw you!" and it won't end well. So don't tell anyone, okay?
So now, thanks to Pinterest, I have all these crazy desires to get married and feed people. I'm turning into a stereotype wife and I'm still 17, single, and living under the impression that I will probably be raising a family of dogs and ferrets (they are cute and wriggly, I don't care if they smell bad.)
This sucks.
P.S. I'm also totally serious about all of that stuff about burning my house down and locking me up.
The Strange Things That Go On Inside My Head
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Last night, I stayed up until probably about 1 in the morning... philosophizing. Kind of. I just couldn't stop thinking. About eeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyyy llllllliiiiiiittttttttttttttttlllllllleeeeeeeee ttttttttttttthhhhhhhiiiiinnnnnggggggg that I've been worried about recently. I wasn't worrying about those things...I was just thinking about them. It was weird. And then I fell asleep. Had a dream about a red baseball hat. Then I woke up in a bed that is not mine. Because I'm on vacation. Don't be creeped out.
Love,
Kaela
Last night, I stayed up until probably about 1 in the morning... philosophizing. Kind of. I just couldn't stop thinking. About eeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyyy llllllliiiiiiittttttttttttttttlllllllleeeeeeeee ttttttttttttthhhhhhhiiiiinnnnnggggggg that I've been worried about recently. I wasn't worrying about those things...I was just thinking about them. It was weird. And then I fell asleep. Had a dream about a red baseball hat. Then I woke up in a bed that is not mine. Because I'm on vacation. Don't be creeped out.
Love,
Kaela
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Once I Was The Grinch
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This was probably the worst Christmas I have ever experienced. I know that complaining about Christmas is about the worst thing a person can do besides suffocating a puppy in a plastic bag, but really...it was a nightmare. You always see movies where a Christmas is going really badly but then somehow in the end everything gets better...and because Santa is real and the sprit and magic of Christmas is somehow very real, it did end up that way, eventually. But seriously, 99% of my day was pretty darn bad. I won't go into detail, but think extreme nausea, angry family members, and intense emotional trauma...and that isn't even half of it. By 11:30 in the morning I was laying in my bed bawling my eyes out and wishing I was dead.
Today wasn't all bad though. Church was actually really, really good. (Except during the sacrament when I felt like every force of nature was trying to make me vomit. That would have been extremely bad.) But, at the very end of the meeting the combined wards suddenly had a surprise choir and about a third of the people got up and sang and it sounded really amazing and the spirit was really strong and afterwards we were standing around saying "Merry Christmas" to each other and I was just like "Yeah this is great I love Christmas!"
After that, it was one train wreck after another. And I was sitting in here blogging about how the Grinch had nothing on how horrible my Christmas was when Santa showed up to explain a few things to me. Santa is real, and he is magical, and I can't explain it, but there really isn't any other explanation for it.
Basically, my day was rotten. But Christmas was not. I had been so absorbed in all the terrible things that were happening that I forgot to be happy about the real reason we even have Christmas.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. I have officially decided that. Because it's Christmas that we get to spend time with our families, where we are encouraged to show love and service and most importantly remember Christ's birth. What a wonderful blessing! This Christmas, I didn't care about presents, all I wanted was to be able to bond with my family and friends. And when I didn't seem to get that, I was totally bummed. But I wasn't looking hard enough.
First of all, Yon Soo Park is one of the best friends I've ever had. If anyone was there for me today, it was her. No matter how irrational I was being, she tried to cheer me up. I kind of feel like Santa just stuffed her in my stocking this year, only that didn't really happen. Also, that's kind of weird. Yon Soo, if you're reading this...don't think I'm creepy. I'm really just saying thanks.
Second of all, I did get to spend time with my family. Even though some weird stuff definitely went down, I still had the opportunity to see my family that I don't get to see very often and spend the holiday with them.
So maybe I did feel angry and sad and my family was being angry and weird and I felt like I was going to throw up all day. But in the end, I did get what I wanted for Christmas: just more time with my family and friends.
Just like in the Grinch, through having the crummiest Christmas of all time, it helped me realize what the true meaning of Christmas really is: VENGEANCE!
Just kidding. It's love, remembering Christ's birth and giving thanks! And I couldn't be more thankful for this totally crummy Christmas I experienced.
Merry Christmas!!
Love,
Kaela
This was probably the worst Christmas I have ever experienced. I know that complaining about Christmas is about the worst thing a person can do besides suffocating a puppy in a plastic bag, but really...it was a nightmare. You always see movies where a Christmas is going really badly but then somehow in the end everything gets better...and because Santa is real and the sprit and magic of Christmas is somehow very real, it did end up that way, eventually. But seriously, 99% of my day was pretty darn bad. I won't go into detail, but think extreme nausea, angry family members, and intense emotional trauma...and that isn't even half of it. By 11:30 in the morning I was laying in my bed bawling my eyes out and wishing I was dead.
Today wasn't all bad though. Church was actually really, really good. (Except during the sacrament when I felt like every force of nature was trying to make me vomit. That would have been extremely bad.) But, at the very end of the meeting the combined wards suddenly had a surprise choir and about a third of the people got up and sang and it sounded really amazing and the spirit was really strong and afterwards we were standing around saying "Merry Christmas" to each other and I was just like "Yeah this is great I love Christmas!"
After that, it was one train wreck after another. And I was sitting in here blogging about how the Grinch had nothing on how horrible my Christmas was when Santa showed up to explain a few things to me. Santa is real, and he is magical, and I can't explain it, but there really isn't any other explanation for it.
Basically, my day was rotten. But Christmas was not. I had been so absorbed in all the terrible things that were happening that I forgot to be happy about the real reason we even have Christmas.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. I have officially decided that. Because it's Christmas that we get to spend time with our families, where we are encouraged to show love and service and most importantly remember Christ's birth. What a wonderful blessing! This Christmas, I didn't care about presents, all I wanted was to be able to bond with my family and friends. And when I didn't seem to get that, I was totally bummed. But I wasn't looking hard enough.
First of all, Yon Soo Park is one of the best friends I've ever had. If anyone was there for me today, it was her. No matter how irrational I was being, she tried to cheer me up. I kind of feel like Santa just stuffed her in my stocking this year, only that didn't really happen. Also, that's kind of weird. Yon Soo, if you're reading this...don't think I'm creepy. I'm really just saying thanks.
Second of all, I did get to spend time with my family. Even though some weird stuff definitely went down, I still had the opportunity to see my family that I don't get to see very often and spend the holiday with them.
So maybe I did feel angry and sad and my family was being angry and weird and I felt like I was going to throw up all day. But in the end, I did get what I wanted for Christmas: just more time with my family and friends.
Just like in the Grinch, through having the crummiest Christmas of all time, it helped me realize what the true meaning of Christmas really is: VENGEANCE!
Just kidding. It's love, remembering Christ's birth and giving thanks! And I couldn't be more thankful for this totally crummy Christmas I experienced.
Merry Christmas!!
Love,
Kaela
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Justin Bieber's Drummer Boy: The Truth Finally Revealed
This post is going to take me a while to write, because I really want to take time and thought into this.
I need to express why Drummer Boy is such a great song.
Now that it's Christmas Eve, and I've been working on this post for a couple weeks, I hope that everything I say here can somehow sum up why I love this song so much.
To start, Dan Bergstein partially agrees with me, but when I read what he said, I made what we'll call a gleeful noise, because it's pretty much exactly what I've been thinking, and the fact that Dan said it makes me happy, even though my respect for him has dropped quite a bit since his Harry Potter blogs suck. But I actually got this quote from a Harry Potter blog.
"Justin Bieber's "Drummer Boy" (feat. Busta Rhymes) is the best/worst Christmas song this year, and I laugh when he sings, "I'm a poor boy too." And Busta's rapping ramblings are the very reason God gave us ears. It's like a train wreck for your listening holes."
Aubrey Glazier inspired me to go listen to some 80's rap Christmas songs. When Ghetto Santa by Spyder D wasn't enough, I started clicking on the related videos. Ludacris's "Ludachristmas" was definitely something, Snoop Dogg's "A Pimp's Christmas Song" seemed promising, and then I even listened to a Busta Rhymes feat. Jim Carrey Grinch song. But none of those even came close to making the same impression on me that Drummer Boy did.
Drummer Boy is currently my ringtone, making it one of my favorite songs. I explained why in my Psychology homework:
"Okay. Um….all I can say about that song is that it’s like a wonderful train wreck for your ears. (Dan quote) I’m a Bieber fan (don’t hate) and to hear his attempts at rapping are amazing. Also, Busta Rhymes rapping about egg nog and chinchillas has never happened before on a Christmas song, ever. I actually really don’t like the original version of Drummer Boy. I think it’s creepy. But Justin Bieber combined with Busta Rhymes, rapping about Christmas, and charity, makes this song strangely one of the most delightful things I've ever heard. I could never be angry while listening to this song, no matter how hard I tried. It’s like trying to be mad while cuddling with a cute, tiny little puppy."
I know that every single person reading this post probably strongly disagrees with me. I've heard many people express that they would rather get eaten by a bear with acid teeth than listen to this song. So, haters, this is all I have to say: I'm not going to tell you to love the Biebs, or listen to his music, or cry into a pillow with his face on it every night because you know he will never even know your name (I don't do that...). I love this song because I have never heard anything like it, ever. And I'm a fan of unique things. The fact that it's Justin Bieber just makes it ten times better (in my opinion).
So this Christmas season, take a moment to think "you know, maybe this song isn't so bad. Maybe it's so bad, it's good." Just take a moment to think...differently. To try to appreciate the weird things in life.
In the words of Justin Bieber, "I'm a drummer boy, so do."
Merry Christmas!
Love,
Kaela
I need to express why Drummer Boy is such a great song.
Now that it's Christmas Eve, and I've been working on this post for a couple weeks, I hope that everything I say here can somehow sum up why I love this song so much.
To start, Dan Bergstein partially agrees with me, but when I read what he said, I made what we'll call a gleeful noise, because it's pretty much exactly what I've been thinking, and the fact that Dan said it makes me happy, even though my respect for him has dropped quite a bit since his Harry Potter blogs suck. But I actually got this quote from a Harry Potter blog.
"Justin Bieber's "Drummer Boy" (feat. Busta Rhymes) is the best/worst Christmas song this year, and I laugh when he sings, "I'm a poor boy too." And Busta's rapping ramblings are the very reason God gave us ears. It's like a train wreck for your listening holes."
Aubrey Glazier inspired me to go listen to some 80's rap Christmas songs. When Ghetto Santa by Spyder D wasn't enough, I started clicking on the related videos. Ludacris's "Ludachristmas" was definitely something, Snoop Dogg's "A Pimp's Christmas Song" seemed promising, and then I even listened to a Busta Rhymes feat. Jim Carrey Grinch song. But none of those even came close to making the same impression on me that Drummer Boy did.
Drummer Boy is currently my ringtone, making it one of my favorite songs. I explained why in my Psychology homework:
"Okay. Um….all I can say about that song is that it’s like a wonderful train wreck for your ears. (Dan quote) I’m a Bieber fan (don’t hate) and to hear his attempts at rapping are amazing. Also, Busta Rhymes rapping about egg nog and chinchillas has never happened before on a Christmas song, ever. I actually really don’t like the original version of Drummer Boy. I think it’s creepy. But Justin Bieber combined with Busta Rhymes, rapping about Christmas, and charity, makes this song strangely one of the most delightful things I've ever heard. I could never be angry while listening to this song, no matter how hard I tried. It’s like trying to be mad while cuddling with a cute, tiny little puppy."
I know that every single person reading this post probably strongly disagrees with me. I've heard many people express that they would rather get eaten by a bear with acid teeth than listen to this song. So, haters, this is all I have to say: I'm not going to tell you to love the Biebs, or listen to his music, or cry into a pillow with his face on it every night because you know he will never even know your name (I don't do that...). I love this song because I have never heard anything like it, ever. And I'm a fan of unique things. The fact that it's Justin Bieber just makes it ten times better (in my opinion).
So this Christmas season, take a moment to think "you know, maybe this song isn't so bad. Maybe it's so bad, it's good." Just take a moment to think...differently. To try to appreciate the weird things in life.
In the words of Justin Bieber, "I'm a drummer boy, so do."
Merry Christmas!
Love,
Kaela
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Calm Before The Storm...continued.
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Yeah, the storm has definitely hit.
And it is a whole lot worse than I expected.
Life is great.
On a positive note...
I got a new laptop. And a new hair color. Both of which I am totally in love with.
So if you notice an increase in the amount of blog posts I start throwing out...
Don't hate.
On a final note (I'm totally late for work)
Ford < Toyota ≤ Nissan LEAF
That is all
Love,
Kaela
Yeah, the storm has definitely hit.
And it is a whole lot worse than I expected.
Life is great.
On a positive note...
I got a new laptop. And a new hair color. Both of which I am totally in love with.
So if you notice an increase in the amount of blog posts I start throwing out...
Don't hate.
On a final note (I'm totally late for work)
Ford < Toyota ≤ Nissan LEAF
That is all
Love,
Kaela
Saturday, December 17, 2011
My Grown Up Christmas List [A Somewhat Serious Post]
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Christmas is in 8 days. And whenever people ask me what I want, I never know what to tell them. I'm not saying I'm mature (cuz I'm not) but I think I've reached a level of maturity where I don't really want somebody to give me a material gift for Christmas. Actually, there is one thing that I do want.
That's right. I want a diamond studded watch.
WRONG!!!
Time! Something more precious to me than even this fancy diamond studded watch would be time.
Here's the thing. Material posessions are easily broken, forgotten or lost. Eventually, you just lose interest in them. Also, you have to buy a warranty for them. Or insurance, or something.
But guess what is resistant to ALL of those things, something that can never be broken, hard to forget about, and you don't need to buy insurance for: Memories!
For Christmas, I just want time. Time to spend with my friends and family, and all the people who I may never see again after graduation, or at least won't see for a long time.
You can't wrap up a memory and stick it under a Christmas tree. But I would rather have an empty tree and a heart full of good times, cherished moments, and unforgettable memories. I would rather have the simple experience of hanging out with a friend, watching Tangled or something...than to get to open a bunch of presents on Christmas morning that I'm just going to forget about.
Great, now I'm getting choked up thinking about how much I'm going to miss all my friends once school ends.
The point is, I love you all very very much. And growing up is scary, but the hardest part is thinking that I'm never going to see some of my best friends ever again. Some statistic says that you never see 70% of your high school friends after graduation, but i'm in AP Stats so I don't even believe in statistics anyways, and now I'm rambling.
I guess what I'm saying is, no material item could ever compare memories that, no matter how old I get I'll always be able to remember and keep in my heart.
Unless I get dementia. In which case, go ahead and buy me that diamond studded watch.
Juuuust kidding.
I love you all! Merry Christmas!
Kaela :)
Christmas is in 8 days. And whenever people ask me what I want, I never know what to tell them. I'm not saying I'm mature (cuz I'm not) but I think I've reached a level of maturity where I don't really want somebody to give me a material gift for Christmas. Actually, there is one thing that I do want.
WRONG!!!
Time! Something more precious to me than even this fancy diamond studded watch would be time.
Here's the thing. Material posessions are easily broken, forgotten or lost. Eventually, you just lose interest in them. Also, you have to buy a warranty for them. Or insurance, or something.
But guess what is resistant to ALL of those things, something that can never be broken, hard to forget about, and you don't need to buy insurance for: Memories!
For Christmas, I just want time. Time to spend with my friends and family, and all the people who I may never see again after graduation, or at least won't see for a long time.
You can't wrap up a memory and stick it under a Christmas tree. But I would rather have an empty tree and a heart full of good times, cherished moments, and unforgettable memories. I would rather have the simple experience of hanging out with a friend, watching Tangled or something...than to get to open a bunch of presents on Christmas morning that I'm just going to forget about.
Great, now I'm getting choked up thinking about how much I'm going to miss all my friends once school ends.
The point is, I love you all very very much. And growing up is scary, but the hardest part is thinking that I'm never going to see some of my best friends ever again. Some statistic says that you never see 70% of your high school friends after graduation, but i'm in AP Stats so I don't even believe in statistics anyways, and now I'm rambling.
I guess what I'm saying is, no material item could ever compare memories that, no matter how old I get I'll always be able to remember and keep in my heart.
Unless I get dementia. In which case, go ahead and buy me that diamond studded watch.
Juuuust kidding.
I love you all! Merry Christmas!
Kaela :)
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