Balancing

my family with

my boyfriend with

their expectations with

my happiness next to

a slice of turkey and

two carrots and

a potato and

home

The wind pulled my hair, rain slammed into my skin, shivers crept up my spine, all while I ignored the boy attempting to cuddle me.

"You know that you're blocking the wind for me, right? If you're so cold you need to move to the other side," I said. I pulled on the tangle of strings in my lap, trying to ignore the feelings his touch were giving me. He shifted over to the opposite side of me, closer to the tree where his kite was stuck.

"It's never getting out of there," he said.

"We can get it out! We just need to find a really long stick," I said.

"It's never getting out of that tree," he said. He let out a long sigh and rested his head on my shoulder. "And it was my favorite kite!"

"We literally just bought these kites at the store. How can it be your favorite kite?" I said, looking over at him.

He smiled.

"It's my favorite kite I've bought in the last 2 hours," he said. He changed positions just enough to no longer be touching me. I immediately missed the contact.

The wind picked up again, messing up my carefully ordered mess of strings covering my lap.

"You know that you don't have to untangle that, right?" he said.

"Yeah, I just like to untangle kite stings that boys get all tangled up while trying to fly a kite in the biggest rainstorm we've seen all spring," I said.

"Oh so you do this a lot," he said.

"Nope. First time," I said. His smile drew out one of my own. "Do you think we should give up? I don't think this rain is gonna stop any time soon and now we only have my kite."

"I think that is a great plan. I am very cold," he said. He shifted closer to me again.

"I do have some jackets in my car," I said. "Lets go get you one."

"What about you?" he asked.

"Who do you think I am? I have at least two in there," I said.

"Sam! I forgot I left my kite on the ground over there! Would you go grab it before it blows away?" I said. I was liking his closeness a little too much. He was just my friend.

Like the gentleman he was, he got up and ran over to where I left my kite. He tried to pick it up but the wind caught it and sent it flying across the field. I sat up straighter, getting ready to run over to save it when Sam threw himself on top of the kite, stopping its escape attempt.

I started laughing. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing it he tried to cuddle me again.

I had a dream that Brandon Sanderson put $654,789,421 in my bank account.

Why does my subconcious think that he is the richest man on the planet? I dunno.

He transferred that into my bank account with a note that said, "So you can know how it feels."

I had a dream that I was in a crowded place and trying to escape and the one person I wanted to talk to, to be with, I couldnt find.

I had a dream that I had to sneak through a summer camp where a black window faces you wherever you go. Behind the black window is a vindicative man. If he saw me doing anything he didnt like, well... I dont want to know the consequences.

Im going to college soon. Maybe my brain knows that I want and need money, wish to escape people, and feel like someone is always waiting to see if I mess up.

Dreams are weird.

First, find the summer heat. This can be accomplished by going outside, a task that is admittedly very hard and foreign to most people.

Second, determine whether or not it is the summer heat. If it feels uncomfortably hot all over when you step outside, that is probably the summer heat, though it could just be your yard on fire. Make sure you can determine the difference.

Third, go find a long stick. These are normally found by rivers or in your garage.

Fourth, pick up the stick. This requires determination, dedication, deliberation, and dexterity. Make sure you have all four before you attempt to pick it up or it could end rather badly for you.

Fifth, hit the summer heat with the stick. This will accomplish nothing, and will probably look stupid.

This has been 5 tips on how to beat the summer heat.

Pain.

Its not that fun, really.

Im currently doing everything in my power to ignore the throbbing in my cheeks, the pulsing pain radiating out from the back of my mouth.

Its rather hard.

I didnt sleep well last night.

My mouth hurt, waking me up and causing me to toss and turn when all I wanted to do was close my eyes and feel nothing.

Am I dumb now?

Without my wisdom teeth, how will I think?

When will the pain stop?

They said the third day would be the worst, but they didnt mention when it would get better.

Its the third day.

I want to cry.

I want to sleep and cry and wail and laugh and read and eat and chew and close my eyes and drift off into the land of nod....

But there is pain.

So Im awake.

Pain.

Christians are those who love God and Jesus Christ. They strive to be like them. When you strive to be like Jesus, you become a better person because he is the best person.

Being like them doesnt mean you need to be perfect immediately, and when you mess up, its over. It means you become kinder, more truthful, more honest, more believing everyday until, eventually, you become like him.

But we never could become like Jesus without the Atonement, because we all make mistakes. Through his love and sacrifice, we can become clean!

Through small and simple things, great things are brought to pass.

This post is unplanned.

I normally plan things. I like order, knowing whats going to happen next. I like having a list and checking everything off with a tidy check mark.

But sometimes the best things happen without a plan.

I, apperently, have a boyfriend.

I say apperently because I didn't expect this.

For some reason I thought that I would never have someone like me. I felt like because I was pretty, I didn't deserve someone who was perfect. I would have to give him up for someone else who needed perfection more than I did. I would have to settle for someone else who couldnt find anyone else. I would spend my whole life making someone else happy at the expense of my happily ever after.

But I didnt.

He isn't perfect, but neither am I.

He isn't a prince, but princes come with a kingdom and problems and assassins.

He isn't who I expected to fall for, but then, I never expected to fall.

He is just what I need.

If you had told me a month ago that I would be dating my coworker, I would have said you were seeing things and he is *just a friend*.

This was unplanned.

But who needs to plan? I love whatever the gecko is happening. Whatever happens, happens.

Life is an adventure, and I am my own main character.