sky diving.

Two days ago, I jumped out of an airplane that was flying 12,000 feet above ground. Luckily, I had an experienced professional hooked to my back, and a parachute hooked to his. Yep, I went sky diving, and it was awesome.

[In the second video, I was the second one to jump out. Sorry, one of the jumper's arms was in the way.]

caught.

My friend, August, texts me from his email every Monday morning for an hour at 9:00 am. This just happens to be the time I have my Gender Roles class. Almost every Monday in class, I have texted August, and hid it from the professor, who thinks we're high school students who should keep their cell phones in the pockets.
Today, while texting August under my desk, my teacher yelled, "YOU!" I looked up and she was pointing right at me. "You just lost all your participation points for the whole semester for texting. Put your phone away!"
"Oh, crap," I thought, while hiding my phone better instead of putting it away. Then I realized that my professor doesn't know my name. How do I know this?

1. The semester is more than halfway finished, and she still has us put our name tags out.
2. I never put mine out.
3. Throughout the whole class, I've commented on the lecture one time. Therefore, she does not think to remember my name, because she won't need to. I barely participate.
4. At the beginning of the semester, she admitted that she was horrible at memorizing names. Hence, the name tags.

The fact that Spring Break starts on Wednesday is even more perfect, because then she'll forget all about taking away my points, because the next time I see her will be a week from today.

I'm kind of proud of myself for not getting caught until now for texting. I'm better at hiding my phone than I thought! Can I get a what-what?

meet august andrew.

This is my best friend, August:

He just turned 20 years old.

He is serving an LDS mission in New York City.

He speaks Spanish there.

We write letters back and forth.

He has a lot of dreams that take place in bathrooms.

He likes pina coladas.

He likes music from the 60s, 70s and 80s.

He likes Dr. Pepper.

He is easy to talk to.

He cares about me.

He respects me.

We talk about everything.

I am in love with him. :)

"san fran, as the locals call it."

My older brother, Matt, and his wife, Stephanie, and their son, Aiden, are moving to San Francisco tomorrow, because my brother got a new job. So tonight, my family and I celebrated their leaving by going out to dinner. After dinner, we all went to my parents' house. The girls hung out in mom's craft room and talked about future wedding plans, and wedding night plans (haha) and the guys hung out downstairs, installing a server for our home theater. Afterwards, a few of us played Texas Hold 'Em.

Matt's my favorite brother, and Steph's my favorite sister-in-law, and Aiden's my favorite (and only) nephew, so I'm obviously going to miss them a lot. I'm also going to miss mine and Matt's Thursday nights spent watching Community, Parks and Recreation, and The Office, then playing wii for a while.

The fact that they're leaving hasn't set it quite yet, though. When it does, I will cry--I can promise you that. I'm going to miss my family!

I love that my family can't keep a straight face.

too funny not to post.

This story is kind of embarrassing, but I know that I'll be incredibly mad at myself if I don't post it, because I need to remember this! These kinds of things never, and I mean NEVER happen to me. They only happen in movies!

Tonight I went to Rachel's high school basketball game, the Paradigm Patriots. I sat with my mom, Sara, Ashley and Dylan. If you know my family, it probably wouldn't surprise you to know that we were cheering very loud, and dancing, too. Before the game started, a man and his wife (who were there for Pinnacle, not Paradigm) came and sat next to us. We started cheering really loud (and probably obnoxiously, too) when Paradigm came out.
The man asked in an annoyed voice, "Are you guys going to cheer that loud the whole game?"
We just responded, "HECK YES! Probably even louder!" "We're going to dance, too," I added, and started dancing.
The man and his wife got up and sat somewhere else. We laughed. The game started.
There's something you need to know about me until I go any further. I am a natural bad mouth. When I go to sports games, I automatically bad mouth the other team. That's how I cheer. I really can't help it, I promise. Well, the bad mouthing (not done by JUST me) got so intense that, during half time, the ref addressed it and said, "We need to keep the poor sportsmanship out of this game. Remember we're here for the kids. You can 'boo,' but just 'boo' in silence." I booed.
I figured I better be relatively quiet for the rest of the game, so besides the occasional "WOO," I sat down and kept my mouth shut, because I didn't want Paradigm to get e technical foul.
During the 4th quarter, a little kid, probably about 2 years ago, felt off the side of the bleachers. Everyone rushed over there to see what was going on. People were calling the ambulance. Someone asked, "Is anyone a paramedic?!" The man who had moved to a different spot at the beginning of the game got up and ran down there.
Totally changing my opinion of him, because he saved lives, I yelled down to him, "Sorry for pissing you off," and laughed a little bit. A lady on the other side of the bleachers then started yelling at me for laughing at the little kid who had fallen off the bleachers. I started to yell back, telling her that she shouldn't be giving me lip, and that I had no idea what she was talking about. We yelled at each other from across the bleachers for a good 20 seconds, when some people in front of me started yelling at me. I yelled at them, too, laughing at how pissed of they were for misinterpreting what I had said. They were officially pissed off. The game finally started again, and Pinnacle won.
Out of the blue, a girl who was standing on the court after the game had finished looked right at Sara and Ashley, and gestured the words, "You and me--let's go." Sara just made a what-the-heck? face, and the girl turned away. Sara and Ashley started laughing, thinking, "What in the world just happened?" The girl then turned around, saw that Sara and Ashley were laughing at her, and started running up the bleacher stairs as fast as she could, heading straight for Sara.
Sara automatically started freaking out and losing her cool. When the crazy, charging rhino was about a yard or two away from Sara, she stopped, and walked back up to her family who was sitting above us on the bleachers.
I looked up at the white trash mom, and she started yelling at me, saying that we were poor sports, flipping us off and cussing up a storm. I just smiled and waved at her. Then I said that I liked to be a poor sport, and she should just get over it.
Right after that, her husband walked down to us and started telling us that out of all the hundreds of games he's been to, he's never seen such poor sportsmanship. Inside, I secretly patted myself on the back. Then I told him that there is going to be poor sportsmanship at any game he goes to, and that he should get used to it. I smiled and walked away.
Down on the court, where my family was, we kept glancing at the white trash family, not believing what had just happened. We felt scared, and mad, and we were ready to break out into a fist fight.
When we left, my dad walked me to my car so I wouldn't get jumped. When I got home, he called me to make sure I was safe inside my apartment. That's how intense tonight was.

Thank you to Pinnacle High School basketball fans who scared the crap out of my sister and made tonight unforgettable. May you all end up in jail one day.

new things.

So... I got my braces off yesterday. And I got my hair cut on Sunday. So I guess that means I have to post a picture. This is the new me. :)

I still have my long hair, don't worry. I'm over the phase of thinking I need shoulder-length hair. Hope you like it! I sure do.

february fourteenth.

Valentine's Day this year was awesome. It was spent with the people that I absolutely love! Although I'm the only one in my family who is over the age of 16 without a boyfriend or husband, I still enjoyed the day of love.
The day was spent with the entire side of my dad's family, because it was my Grandpa Dennis's 75th birthday, which we spent at my parents' house that night. My dad has 7 [living] siblings, and I think 5 of them came--with their spouses and children, so our house was crazy. We had an inside BBQ, watched movies, and ate cake. It was a good night, and I'm glad my Grandpa could share his birthday with us.

Oh, last year's Valentine's Day was pretty fun, too.