Random thought.

So pretty people like to be friends with ugly people because it makes them look even more pretty. Ugly people also want to be friends with uglier people so they don't look as ugly. And so on and so forth. This thought brought me to the conclusion....UGLY PEOPLE ARE POPULAR!

Summer.

The definition of summer is a very complicated thing. To some it may mean freedom. To others it could just be that it gets hot outside. To a high school student summer could mean: getting a summer job, playing at the pool, having a summer fling, getting tan, bare feet, and vacations. But like all good things, they must come to an end. This is proving true. The new clothes shopping. Paying for books, figuring which classes you have, trying to figure out where time goes. Although a new school year is exciting, it also means that summer is about to end. So take those final summer trips to the lake, the final kisses under the moon, and keep those shoes off as long as possible, because summers coming to an end....and fast.

Dear Megan...

Hey this is Helena!! Bahahahahaha!! I hacked yo blog, sucka! I got on the computer and it was logged in, sorry. But since I'm in your blog, imma write you a letter. =)

Dear You.

I love that you know what I'm thinking when I don't even know what I'm talking about. We always seem to agree even when we don't. (Confusing, right? =) We are spontaneous, creative, boring girls who both love and hate boys at the same time. Rodeos and dancing are kind of our thing along with hammocks and babies and playing. Plus about a hundred thousand inside jokes. Some jokes come and go, some stay for months, but they're stupid and make us laugh and I love it. I look up to you so much. I really don't think you know how much. Your relationship with your brothers and sisters (Zach), the way you are with kids, the way you act around guys...don't laugh. Honestly. I'm jealous of your sense of humor, your hottie mchotness (Don't deny it. It's a Hammock Truth), again, the way you act around guys, and how you make sweatpants awesome. Also your uniform. =) I'm sorry I flirt with Zach. But honestly, how am i supposed to NOT? =) I love that I can vent to you about EVERYTHING. From mom problems, to boy problems to problems about myself. You know more about me than most people and you are someone that I trust with that. I've told you soooo much about my life, but there's still some things that I would like to tell you and talk about in the future, but our 17th summer isn't the time for that. For us, going out on a Friday night means putting on heels, lip gloss and heading to Wal*Mart. =D And I love it. Occasionally we might go to the mall...if we're feeling really ambitious. Hahaha! Country music is our genre and summer with the windows down is the best time to play it.

I don't really remember when we officially became best friends, but whenever it was...thank God. Honestly. Remind me sometime to tell you about the time you saved my life. 10th grade. Literally SAVED MY LIFE. Thank you. I can't tell you how grateful I am for your friendship, stories, sharing, venting, listening, playing, arguing, and loving. You really are the best friend I've ever had and I am grateful that God gave me you during high school. Looking back, I needed you in high school and (Ahhh! =) college more than anywhere else in my life. Sounds cheesy but, yeah.

I LOVE YOU TO FARKING BITS AND PIECES, GIRLY!!! Hahaha! Sorry I commandeered your blog for a day. ;D

-Helena

A fresh start.

Concluding the awfulness of third term has come to an end. The atrocity of the long winter months have finally seceded and it's a beginning of a new term. Fresh off the print. A place to start with not an F in sight. A place to try new goals, to actually go to school. The smell of spring is coming upon us accompanied by the scent of success. It's a chance to get those grades I want my parents to be proud of. It's the freedom you get when your parents think your responsible. It's a fresh start.

popularity.

Popularity. it's when you can't walk ten steps without someone coming up and talking to you. It's when everyone asks you about your weekend. It's when you eat lunch with people you don't even know. It's when you always have something to do on the weekends. Friendship. It's when you walk every ten steps with someone. It's when someone actually cares about how your weekend was. It's when you never eat lunch alone. It's when you have no idea what your going to do until you do it.... So which is more important?

Money.

Money is a necessity when it comes to the daily life of a teenage girl. I mean there are shoes to buy and boys to impress. To pay for these needs, we turn to jobs. But what happens to the girls who can't get them. Do they starve themselves from the acceptance of the crowd. Money brings freedom and with freedom comes responsibility. Do we "drop" a hundred dollars on the designer jeans? Or do we pay for those shoes that everyone has? Money gives a sense of control. The control to go out and get a shake and fries with your friends. The control to not make the decision on which flavor of gum you want, but buying both flavors. It's the pleasure of swiping your card, or giving a twenty dollar bill to the cashier and feeling powerful. But what are we left with at the end of the month. A stupid bank statement saying we are " broke". We spent all the birthday money, the lawn mowing money, the babysitting money, and what do we have to show for it. A couple lousy receipts tucked away in the bottom of our wallets? No. We have memories. We have the memories of when "josh" got that french fry stuck up his nose. Or all those early morning hot chocolate runs. We make memories and that's more important to me then a couple extra digits in my checking account.

FUTURE

when we think of the future we think of college, marriage, kids, and getting older. But do we think of the little things along the way that really make the future something to look forward to. Do we think about all the hard times we will have, the ones that we don't think we would get through. Its the moments in college when we literally think that we might starve. When we are so tired you think that your eyelids will literally fall off if you don't get some sleep. Those are the moments you want to forget, but they are also the moments that you always want to remember. The moments that I look forward to each and every day, but we can't forget the time we are living in now. Or we may just miss the moments that are happening right now. Look to the Future, Remember the past, but most of all TREASURE the present.

True love.

Ever since we were just little girls we have been shown true love. Ever since Sleeping Beauty woke up from loves first kiss, we have been taught there is someone out there just for us. Fate. Destiny. Is it fact or fiction. I believe that there is one person that you are meant to be with. The one person who is just like you and the opposite of you. The one person that you can be yourself with and they can be themselves. The one person that makes life bearable, possible, wonderful. The one person that you love. Love takes us on a journey. The hearts we may break and the ones that break our hearts are just the mile markers on life's journey. True love may not be easy to find, but finding it, is what makes it worthwhile.

Failure

"Failure is an event, never a person" -William D. Brown. This poster inspired me as I epically failed my physics final. Sitting at my computer staring at the oh so horrible score. It was depressing. I looked up and saw this quote. I think about all the times I have failed in life... such as this quarter in school.... and realized that those moments haven't defined the kind of person I am. I consider myself not a failure but a success. Its cheesy yes, but its true. Don't let those moments in life where you think its never gonna end, get you down. Because in reality, what are we going to remember twenty years from now? A "C" in Physics or the crazy friends we had and the crazy things we did. We will remember the moments not the scores. So... embrace the disappointment, love the lectures, because we all mess up once in a while.

Facebook

Facebook. Like everything else, has its ups and downs. First it has an upside of finding friends you haven't seen forever and reconnecting with them, no matter where in the world they are. Downside, people can find you. SECURITY! how much is really safe? Sure there are security settings and only your friends can read what you post.... but is it really only your friends. FACEBOOK STALKING... lets be honest we all do it. Cute kid in your math class.. consider him stalked. Although some may think it's a form of flattery, others think its a privacy invasion. If your gonna put it up there don't expect to keep it personal. Facebook is also just another form of communication in which you don't have to be face to face with someone... i think that eventually humans will be born with the inability to talk... but our thumbs and fingers will be in great shape! Facebook..... addicting. I absolutly love facebook, not gonna lie, i spend at least four hours a week on facebook, whether that be checking notifications, chatting, or posting, its four hours a week i could be working on getting better grades or getting in better shape. But yet its conforting... until johnny or mike changes his relationship status to "in a relationship". boom... consider his new girlfriend stalked. Facebook... a popularity contest... how many friends do you have? how many of those friends do you really know? Facebook.... A way to show the world how cute your hair looks today.... a way to tell the world how you are feeling.... a way to share pictures.... a way to meet new people. Facebook. Consider yourself stalked.

From day to day

basically the only thing that keeps me going day to day without ripping every strand of hair off my head would be my best friend. She is the greatest thing in the world. literally. without her i have no idea what i would do. i'd be in a heap of trouble. She listens to all the stories of boys, past present and future. She feels my pain when they are being the jack a's they are. She feels the love when they said that super cute thing that made your heart skip and your stomach drop. She listens to me when I'm happy and sad and everything in between. A true friend is not only someone who can listen but someone who can understand you and have empathy. I just hope that I can be the kind of friend to her that she is to me. I freaking love her to death!