Year in Words

I'm a word person.
If you've seen the previous post, you'll have some visual art.
But if you're hot on words, this is the post for you. I hope.

January was when we got really serious about Mattress rehearsal. I went into 2011 thinking that I didn't really have a voice-that I got the part of Queen Aggravain because of my acting. All I wanted was to get into the high school and go to Lagoon.

February we performed Once Upon a Mattress. I felt so special because the High School came to see it. So many people showered me with compliments. I got roses. I felt important. I thought that I was an 'okay' singer. Not the best. Not the worst. I had confidence.

March was when I started my Shakespearitus book. I ran track. That doesn't mean I like it. I love what it did for me. I didn't like the pain. Most of my friends were boys. I had female friends. There was a small increase in singing this month. Not a lot. Compliments go a long way. Substantialitious

April was when I applied for Clear Creak. I lost my graduation hoodie, and Sue found it. I got married one day, dated another man fifteen minutes later, and had a child. Two weeks later, I got a new one. And I hated her. Gladys VonTruskot I believe was her name. I got respect for the Biebs. I missed my mom on Choir Tour.

May was when I learned just how glorious human beings can truly be. I was told I looked like Ariel. The mermaid. (Now I laugh)  My sister goes to her Senior Prom. I never met the man. I let it out that I had 'gut issues.' I'm okay with that now. Validate. I saw Prom the movie. Olivia forgot who Leonardo DaVinci is. I'm sorry. DeCaprio doesn't have a beard. Ballroom was my life and people stepped on it. I'm okay with that now. I was told to be famous just because of my name.

June was when I was nanny then Kitchen Help. I'm not sure if I was up or down graded. Either way, I had a job. Maybe two. I learned how to boondoggle and make the meanest loaf of Zuchinni Bread ever. I continued learning about people. I love having breakfast parties.

July was when I began the seventy-five day count-down until 16 and I was terrified. I had Driver's Ed. I went to a Nazi Stake Dance. Talk to Olivia. Then you'll understand. I was asked for permission to be hugged by a foot ball player. I had the mentality that a girl's life rested solely on my shoulders. I had Girl's Camp. I didn't like it. I called the cops.

August was when I thought I had lost my best friend for forever. I went to EFY at the most perfect time. I couldn't sing. My friends got me to. Dakota gave me a solo. The very first one. And I sang. He became a best friend. I was the Cool Counselor. I saw Aida and fell in love. I freaked for my audition for Shakespeare Comp. I was terrified and ready to go to High School. I changed my monologue at the last minute and made it.

September was when I turned sixteen. I attempted to donate blood. I learned how to fall in love. I learned that it is okay to be myself-no matter how dangerous that may be. I learned how to pay attention. I wrote letters almost every day. I went on my first date. I was worried about not being good enough. I prayed a lot. I didn't sing a lot. I made a long-time friend.

October was when I learned that sometimes it is not wise to follow every thing my friends say to do. I placed with Nick, but that was never the point. I asked him to Sadie Hawkin's and I was terrified he'd say no. He said yes. I started going to the temple early in the morning.

November was when I went to Sadie's. Important things happened that night. Like dancing and having fun. I asked Luke to Preference. I auditioned for My Fair Lady and made it-even though I didn't sing much. Except for rehearsals, I never really sang.

December was when I had Preference. We got the award for most turns made in one night. I helped decorate for Preference. I didn't sing much. But they got me to sing. One song. I haven't been able to stop since. Luke became one of my best friends. We stayed home for Christmas. I had fun but a cold thought lingered into my mind.

The day after December ended, Lauren, my older sister, has gone on to college at BYU-I(do). She's been my basement buddy. My Christmas morning pal. Now she's gone. The basement is empty now. The boxes that were once in her room are gone now. I won't see her for a while. She's six hours away and I won't see her for six months. I'm the oldest now. I didn't think I'd miss her so much.