High School and Futility.

Hope Springs Eternal.

When are, when were, when will be your glory days?

Think about it.

My glory days... They started when, in that huge room with 27 different drama departments sitting on the edge of their seats (well, okay. Seven of them were on the edge of their seats. The other twenty were probably about to fall asleep), the man with the microphone said "American Fork High School" and we all stood up and screamed and Addy cried and Lone Peak clapped for us and I was a part of it. My glory days continued closing night of Footloose, when I cried because I love them all so much and because I was a part of it.

My glory days, they aren't just filled with clapping and tears, they're filled with autumn light and winter light and summer light but mostly, spring light, because that is my favorite light of all. They continue when I'm in Ballet at the barre and I feel strong and on top of the world. My glory days, more than any other, happen every day, doing all my usual pastimes and hobbies and whatever else I do, because I'm alive and these are my glory days, because even the sad days are glory days,

and I'm not so sad anymore.

love always, laura elizabeth.



Time block.

Time Block (n): Refers to a long absence in between blog posts, not due to lack of things to write about, but to the amount of time in a day.

...And I doubt I'll ever let myself slow my life down to get over it. Sorry, those who say they diligently check my blog.

I cause a lot of problems. Surprise.

Where to begin?  I answered Mitchell on March...31. Kelsey and I went to his house and she helped me put glow in the dark stars ("YES") on his ceiling. It looks way sweet, I gotta say.

Footloose...was incredible. The absolute most incredible thing I've ever been through. What I remember most, is every night, right before the show, we would do prayer circles. While whoever wanted to was saying the prayer, I looked at every single face in the circle. Without fail, every night, it brought me to tears. Closing night I didn't even get halfway through the circle. These people...they are the best people, basically. We don't all like each other, but when it comes down to it, we've shared something deep and more spiritual than I can explain. J is incredible. It's all incredible.

Spring Break was, in a word, the BEST. I wasn't home any of the nights until midnight (except one night, because I got moody). I got burned (it's tan now, yay!). I reconnected with one of the best people I know--shout out to Justyn! Love you girl--and now she's in my prom group--yay!! It was great to remember what an awesome person she is. I hung out with both my best friend and my boyfriend all break. Today kind of sucked, though. There's school tomorrow. I didn't do everything I said I was going to last week (or last night, for that matter). Ohhhhh wellllll. When I convince myself that Summer's right around the corner, good grades don't seem as important. (Randomly got a four oh again last term, though. I literally do not know how it happened.)

Got a prom dress. It's really, really beautiful. I'd put a picture on, but I'm scared Mitchell would see it before the big day. Did I mention it's on my birthday? I'm trying to convince my mom to pay for me and two friends (Mitchell and Kelsey, I'm sure) to go to Lagoon after school the day before, because all I asked for for my birthday were old school roller skates...She told me she's already done with my birthday, which makes me suspect she got way more than I need, as usual. Oh well. We'll see.

Unless you haven't gotten it from this post, my life is amazing. I love it, even with all the drama (mostly that I create for myself) and the homework (although--why stress about it when I know I'm not going to do it?....this might be a very bad term for me) and the missing of important things (if you can find my $50 or my kindle fire, please please please let me know... I'm really freaked out about it). My friends doubly make up for all of it. I just hope every day of Summer will be like Tuesday this past week (minus the sunburn).

Anyway. Happy school tomorrow. T-minus two weeks until birthday. T-minus six weeks until Summer.

WE CAN DO THIS.

love always, laura elizabeth.

So it's been two weeks. My bad.

Maybe the apocalypse has already happened,

and we're all already zombies.

Fight the norm.

What's funny about life is that the more that happens, the less time you have to write about it.

These past two weeks have been full to the brim, and incredible, and difficult, and incredible.

I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Once I upload more of my pictures from my camera onto my computer, I'll do a post of pictures. They aren't my usual well-taken with a photographer's eye pictures, but they're pictures that help depict what's been happening. So cool.

I'm sick. This is my second day home from school. I'm sick.

I've realized, that he loves me, he loves me the way he loves, not the way I was taught is love, and that almost makes it more real. He loves me. He loves me, he cares for me, I love him, I care for him so much.

We aren't going to sadies together, but actually I'm okay with it. Mostly because I know I'll still have a fantastic time, with my best friends and some of my lone peak boys. I've already asked Kevin, who I adore. I helped Kelsey ask Ryan--I'll put those pictures up too. It's incredibly awesome. It was also my idea.

I love Footloose. I love Footloose more than anything, I love it, I love it. I love dance, I love my dance classes, I love our dances, I love our theme, I love the contemporary. Now if only I weren't missing both these past two days due to whatever my body thinks it's doing. Last night, in my delirious stage, a thought struck me, "the only thing my body is working together on is making sure I'm as uncomfortable as possible," which is pretty true, I didn't have a very great night. But today is better and tomorrow will be best. Actually, Friday will be best. Sushi date. yikes yay we'll see.

So, sorry this isn't my usual writing, this is more blunt and less poetic. But honestly, I can't really think, so I think it's already impressive that I'm able to type. I'll see the world tomorrow.

love always, laura elizabeth.

p.s. thanks for being upset when I don't post for a while, Chloe. It makes me feel very important.

Why are you hearing so slow?

The best thing about life is that it keeps moving forward.

The worst thing about life is that it keeps moving forward.

Bring me roses,

Bring me Taco Bell,

Bring me a locket,

But most importantly:

Bring me happiness.

Make me smile,

Make me cry,

Make me angry,

But most importantly:

Make me feel.

Watch me dance,

Watch me act,

Watch me sing,

But most importantly:

Watch me grow.

Help me clean,

Help me shop,

Help me with homework,

But most importantly:

Help me live happily.

Flirt with me,

Hug me,

Kiss me,

But most importantly:

Care about me.

Tell me you love me,

Tell me we'll be forever,

Tell me I'm beautiful,

But most importantly:

Tell me you miss me when I'm not there.

You are rare and beautiful.

Yes, you.

love always, laura elizabeth.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.

Life is frittered away by detail.  Simplify.  Simplify.

-Thoreau

Let's just step back and acknowledge the fact that chocolate and caramel can be successfully combined.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that books can be re-read.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that even days you wake up with a migraine on can still be good days.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that Addy is brilliant and beautiful.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that life is brilliant and beautiful.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that tomorrow is the last school day of the year.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that while some things that you wish for, you won't get; but some things you wish for, you will.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that we are blessed.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that healthy can be delicious too.

Let's just step back and acknowledge that even though bad things happen to good people, good things happen to good people too.

Let's step back and realize we are incredible;

We are life itself;

We are beautiful and pure;

We are the actors, and all the world's a stage.

Footloose.

love always, laura elizabeth.

Once Upon an Eleven-Eleven

While doing research for a journalism article, I came across the following terms:

Sport: an athletic activity requiring skill or physical prowess and often of a competitive nature, as racing, baseball, tennis, golf, bowling, wrestling, boxing, hunting, fishing, etc.

Athletic: physically active and strong; of or pertaining to athletes;  involving the use of physical skills or capabilities, as strength, agility, or stamina.

Athletes:  a person trained or gifted in exercises or contests involving physical agility, stamina, or strength; a participant in a sport, exercise, or game requiring physical skill.

 *the following definitions came from Dictionary.com 

In other news...

I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than this.

Except, of course, world peace and an end to famine.

love always, laura elizabeth.