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the occurances in Chemistry class.

Random girl: "Are your eyelashes real?"
Me: "Um, yeah?"
Random girl: "Wow. They are really nice."
Me: "Oh. Thanks."

A few minutes later:

Random girl: "Hey eyelash girl, what was your name again?"
Me: "Oh, Tori.."
Random girl: "Kori?"
Me: "No, Ttttori."
Random girl: "Oh. Got it."

A few more minutes later:

Random girl: "Did you get the answer to number 4?"
Me: "Oh, no, I'm on number 2."
Random girl: "So slow? What, did your eyelashes getting in the way?"
-chuckles to herself-

Me: "Um.."

English Assignment: A story in six words.

He left,
I hurt,
you rescued.

if the passage of our stars align.

Sitting still as stone,
just watching.
People walking by you,
wondering why.
No one ever stops to talk or think about it,
What if God shuffled by?

One day we might see,
We're doing not a thing,
breathing just to breathe,
We need to find some reason.

But rushing around is what’s wrong with the world.
Don’t lose the dreams inside your head.
They’ll only be there til you’re dead,
so dream them now.

Lying on the roof,
counting the stars that fill the sky
You wonder if someone in the heavens is looking down.
There's so much space to believe.
Think I could fly?

Funny when you’re small
The moon follows the car
There’s nothing but what you see,
"Hey, the moon is chasing me"

I worry if I look away it'll be gone.

Walking through the woods,
the world has come to play.
With no cares in the world,
you'll be all mine just for a day.

You think you can, you think you can,
and sometimes that is the problem.
Dream instead. Dream.

But everyday should be a good day to die.
It won’t be too long now.
Every fire dies.
I find it hard to explain how I got here,
I think I can, I think I can...
Then again I will falter,
spinning on the wind I'll dream,
dream
dream

dream.

Storytime.

In 15-year-old Sunday School in the Cedar 5th Ward, our teacher is Brother Anderson and he is completely blind. So these two girls in my class were passing notes and thought they were being all sneaky. Ha! He said, "Heidi, would you please stop passing notes?" And the two girls like freaked out. He must have known they were because of his excellent hearing. :P Then later he asked a guy named Bradley a question about baptism for the dead and asked him how he thought the people recieving those blessings from us felt. Bradley lazily put a thumbs up sign in the air. Brother Anderson waited for him to answer. Bradley put his thumb up again, higher. Then you see his face go, "OHH!" and then he says, "Good." loudly. :P Brother Anderson said, "It's always good when you speak with your mouth when your teacher is someone who sees with his ears." ;) It's easy to forget that he is blind because he's so good at being blind. Weird as that sounds. His lessons are so uplifting, and you can feel his testimony behind it all. He always talks about that scripture, "and the blind man shall see." As you can imagine, that means a whole lot more coming from him than it would any other teacher.

but would they write a song for you?

There is a lot I need to do before I turn sixteen. And I just realized this now. :P First of all, I need to publish my book entitled, "Fifteen". :D :P The problem is, I am only nearly halfway done with it. Lol. So I'm gonna get writer's cramp if I try and finish it up in 14 days. :P There are other problems. Before I turn sixteen I need to make a million friends. A million is a rather big number, and therefore, cramming that into two weeks would be just as hard and harder than writers cramp. I need a million friends because Tikla is planning a party and it might be nice if it was more than just me and her there. Lol. Ahh. Life is good.

the tension we conspired was indiscreet.

Our house is beautiful. I have window shutters. My own bathroom.
And that's about it.
But at least I've got window shutters! Right? Right? :D
I've also got some AWESOME friends who love me almost as much as I love them, but they aren't living in Cedar City. I'm working on getting me some of those friend things here, but it's a hard standard to live up to.

So this is my new platform: I am going to be very happy about this move, and will try to be as cooperative as I can. However, it's is gonna be really really really really really really really really HARD.

Here goes nothing.