SOMETHING ELSE...

Every blog post we've submitted came with the question- "anything else?" 

My responses usually went something like this:

No

It's raining

I just baked a cake

No 

Sjeuxjskwnds 

Lovely weather we're having 

I gotta take a shower see ya

Nah

Pretty boring stuff. 

So when I saw the prompt this week was, "anything else?" My initial reaction was "no."

BUT- I owe it to myself, this class, and mr. Nelson to write SOMETHING else.

So here it goes. Let's do a recap. Time to reflect. 

Sophomore year: I was a cheerleader. I had friends in high places and I thought life was just too dang easy. This was both the greatest and worst year of my life. I learned so much about myself and realized I was not happy. I owe this partly to my English 10 class. (Writing, meeting new people, mr. Nelson, gettin real, etc.) this year ended on a very high note. 

Junior year: First year without the "cheerleader security blanket". It was awesome. I felt like I had a million more true friends than I ever had before. Felt like myself. High school was becoming a really good learning experience and I was having fun. 

Senior year: ahhhh being a senior is dumb. It's overrated and senioritis is real. I am partly to blame but by now I feel like I've just been here too long. I've learned so much here at good ol' lone peak that I really just want to move on. I feel like my high school career should have ended my jr year. But hey, that means Im pretty pumped to graduate on Friday:):)

High school is up and down and we all go through it at a different pace. I'm so thankful for the people I've met and the lessons I've learned.

LEARNING

I remember learning the colors of the rainbow in kindergarden. 

I remember learning what a crush was in first grade and embarrassment in second. 

I remember learning about fractions in fourth grade. 

I remember learning about bad friends in seventh grade.

I remember moving on to high school and the nonstop learning&learning&learning. 

I remember learning to be myself in 10th grade. 

This whole time I've been learning to graduate

and here we are. 

I wonder what I'll learn next. 

(4th grade was rough)

Stretch

Stretch. The first thing that comes to mind is stretching the truth.
Please don't.
My number one, all time, very greatest pet peeve is unnecessary lying.
I'm also unfortunately good at telling when people are lying to me. I'm the most skeptical person you will ever meet.
plz don't lie cuz u look stupid.

And to that one pathological liar-
I used to work with you, and I could always see through your dumb lies.
Because they were dumb.
There is a good chance you could be reading this..
You are not a bad person.
Just stop stretching the truth.
Because it makes me really really mad.
And You don't need to.


thank u that's all

#stolen #heart #2pac

A young heart with an old soul
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...

-Tupac Shakur

Passin' out and stuff

I'm supposed to have a story to tell. 

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One time I got a hamster from my friends. 

I have a few first kiss stories?

I (sort of) nursed a cat back to health. 

Nothing extravagant..

I used to throw tantrums. Like all the time. I had a temper my parents were afraid of. If someone made me mad I could intentionally pass out on the spot. I would hold my breath and shake and shake until I just went limp. My lips would turn blue and everything. It freaked my mom out at first, she thought I had a heart problem. We went to the doctor and he told her I was perfectly healthy, just a little bit evil and manipulative. My mom eventually got used to it and would ignore me whenever I fainted. It only bothered her when I would do it in public because of the looks we got. I was a hard toddler. 

Anyways I'm not sure what my final story that I share will be. This was just a great memory to dwell on for the moment.

The one about fear

When I was younger I had fears so large that mom started to worry. 

Burglars, kidnappers, and anything outside past 9:00 pm. 

She wondered if I was alright as I checked the locks on our doors three times each night. 

She asked Dad for his thoughts and he told her it was fine- I was just extra cautious. 

The caution turned into anxiety. 

Burglars, kidnappers, and the mysteries of 9:00 pm changed too. 

They changed to due dates, jobs, and upcoming tests. 

Locking the door three times each night turned into three deep breaths. 

But Mom's not worried this time. 

She says it's just life.

I hope I stop worrying soon too. 

Twigs (reveal)

Tahlia Barnett was born in England. She didn't meet her father until she was 18 and had to make her own way through school.  

I was born nearly 10 years later in Utah. I've always known my dad, and my family can afford college. 

We are very different people. 

Tahlia Barnett later moved to London to try and pursue a career in music. She was always the backup dancer. 

Backup dancer

Backup dancer

But she was good at what she did. 

She performed with some of the biggest names before she made one for herself. 

She calls herself FKA Twigs and she's the coolest ever, making the coolest music ever.  

We are very different people.

But I still want to be like Tahlia Barnett (fka twigs). 

Sometimes we all play the backup dancer, 

Even though we made the big move to London.

We're trying to make a name for ourselves-

My name is Lila Durtschi and I'm really happy to meet you. 

(that's me on the right- I'm a girl ok)