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.