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.



Birthdays.

The last fourty four minutes of being fourteen.

Fourteen brought me...insanity.  Last year on my birthday, I danced with Voldemort.  We had a big thing going on then.  Later, I had my first kiss while fourteen.  My first breakup, my first heartbreak.

I've gained so many amazing friends, and lost a few as well.  I'd like to regain a couple of those.  One in particular.

I've loved so much, I've cried so much.  I've laughed, I've frowned, I've smiled and danced and fell and got on my feet again and again.

I broke my first bone.

So here's to fourteen.

And here's to fifteen!!

So, so, so much love,
Laura.

Everyone dies, but not everyone lives.

"The first time I saw you smile,

My eyes said: She's beautiful..

My brain said: jakllj;ljijerloafjolfkjld

My heart said: Dibs."

-letters to crushes

When I read that, my heart melted.  Literally.

Honestly?  Winning me over is so incredibly easy.  If only there were a guy who would want to know that.

...I hate boys.

I fear of not living.

Love, Starfish.

April Showers Bring May Flowers.

I love April for it's weather and all the performances and my BIRTHDAY and how it's the second to last month of school. (I don't count June.)  New this year:  I am so different than I was last year.

I highly dislike April for all it's stress and how I can't stop getting older (even if I wanted to.  Which eventually I will I'm sure) and how it will inevitably snow and ruin the Springiness and how it means there's at least a-whole-nother month before Summer vacation.  New this year:  The memories of everything last year at this time.

I find it funny that everything about April has a positive and a negative side.

Dang.  I need some more dresses. (:

Love, StarFish.