So lately Ive been rather vain and have accumulated alot of "wanted" objects:

So here is my wish list!

•  Polaroid Instant Camera

• Magic Beach (childrens book) by Alison Lester
• Banjo
• From Cumorahs Hill Album by Stephen Kapp Perry
• Vibram Five Fingers Sprint (weird running shoes)
• Bonsai Tree (mapel tree)
• Steel string guitar (particularly the Ibanez EW50CBE in dark finish)
• Maxi Dress
• Angus And Julia Stone Album
• Wicker washing basket
• Wooden flute
• Taylor Swift Song book (Tim Mcgraw and Fearless Platinum)
• Calligraphy pens (dip in ink)
• The Harry Potter Books
• Harmonica
• Ug Boots
• Blue and Red stockings
• a Surf Board and full length wetsuit
• A notebook with unlined pages with a cloth cover

 

Yep thats all my Vain Wishes! :)

From Cumorah's Hill

This year at UYC, the YSA choir sung a song by Stephen Kapp Perry called "From Cumorah's Hill'. Ever since this song has never failed to give me goosebumps.



This video from youtube is great hey? The lyrics are posted below but i got them from:http://www.stevenkappperry.com/cumorah.html

From Cumorah's Hill/From the Dust (interlude)Intro. to Book of Mormon, Moroni 10:27-29
Isaiah 29:4, Ezekiel 37:15-20
Long were the shadows,
Deep was the chill of starless night.
Great the confusion
Now ages long upon the land.
Hushed were the voices,
Silent the witness of the past.
Timeless the record
Hidden between the earth and stone.
Tender the prophet
Brought to the hillside,
Drawn by a vision bright.
Breathless the moment
When the stone was opened,
Lifting the truth to the light!
From Cumorah's hill there comes
A witness and a warning.
Out of darkness shines at last
The welcome light of morning!
Now are the stick of
Joseph and Judah one in hand;
How plain and precious
Now is the gospel of the Lamb!
Read from its pages,
Drink from the fountain,
Feast on the words of Christ
Saved through the ages
For this dispensation.
Piercing the clouds of the night!
CHORUS (repeat)
Ancient voices crying from the dust!
God remembers yet His covenant!
In the latter days He speaks to us
From Cumorah's hill . . .
CHORUS (repeat)
From Cumorah's hill!

What A Day!

today, i ruin my resolution and i sleep in. I get behind on my seminary before taking too long to get dressed and thus cancelling last minute prep for morning math class. I drive to school. Get to school. My car breaks down. I need a new alternator before i can do my p's test. and just when i thought my morning couldnt get any worse.... it suddenly became GREAT!

And this is why :

I got given a ukulele for a present! How COOL!! :D

Thank you emma! :) your super!

Runway.

Last Saturday night Jess had a girls day out with our cousin Zoe terry and our sister Alisha. :) THough i skipped out on the gorgeous day out they had, (yes, homework plus a talk) i did get to see their 'Make over Fashion Show'. Jess dolled each little girl up with makeup and hairdos to match before they hit our lounge room runway!!

Both girls thought they looked very beautiful :) with comments like:

'I just feel so pretty' -Alisha

'I just cant stop looking at myself!'-Zoe

"i have two eyebrows now!'-Alisha

'My Hair is o beautiful!'-Zoe

Best Friends.

This lovely Young man is Brady Archer.
A few moments ago Brady and i were catching up on Facebook. ;) and i was babbling on about things and i mentioned i had a blog and he looked it up, and noticing that there wasnt anything as yet on here about him, i had to make a post ;)
Brady and I met during my 8th or 9th year of highschool. We had never talked before but as soon as we did we just instantly clicked! Ever since then, i have never once experienced a dull moment with Brady.
For about a year i'd say 'brady james archer!' thinking i was really cool along with Nakita, because we knew his middle name, but one day i guess he finally decided to stop letting us make a fool of ourselves and pulled out his licence to show us his middle name is actually 'joseph'. I think that was the day all the ice broke and our friendship really started.
Thick and Thin we've had our good days and our very few bad days. In highschool, he'd hang around at my busstop while we waited for the deloraine bus and watch us make a fool of ourselves. then there were the days we would d&m on the lawn in the sun about really really random things. Things i didnt even know you could 'deep and meaningful' about.
Brady left a year before i did (because he is older than me) and i honestly didnt expect him to keep touch. But he did! id finish school and go outside to see Brady waving enthusiastically infront of the school. :) My favourite days were when Him and Steven (one of leias and my friends) got together and just CRACK UP over something they were laughing too hard to say.

Time has come and gone and though Brady and I dont talk all that much, havent seen each other for who knows how long and sure have very different worlds (well...He's a boy and im a girl ...so of course there is a drastic contrast ;) lol ) but he is the closest thing ive got to a best friend.
I have had a few close freinds in my life but it seems as soon as our paths take different directions and forget the other ever existed. It has made me sad sometimes that my friends never seem to keep touch in writing back to my letters... But Brady has stuck around!
It has been about half a year since i last talked with Brady, but as soon as we got in touch again, it just like no time has passed at all and we got on merrily. this is what its like everytime. :)

My most favourite things about my friend Brady is his un-wavering cheerfulness and warmth he sheds to everyone he comes into contact with. i remember many a stormy day in hormonal high school and Brady would always be giggling away at something or rather and it was so infectious it would cheer me up immediatly.
He has the most amazing patience for people. i have hurt his feelings many times, and still he just forgives and moves on. Just like that!
He can sense when something is afoot, and will keep at it until you tell him what is the matter. (though usually he never had to try very hard with me on some occaisions. :P)
He's not afraid of saying he's sorry and that he was wrong.
He loves to have fun! He loves going on adventures almost as much as i do!
He gives great advice, especailly boy advice when i needed it because he had the inside information on why some boys did the things they did.

All in all my friend Brady is a diamond in the rough. He makes me feel comfortable and myself and is seriously uplifting to hang around.
I love you Brady Joseph Archer!
I cant thank you enough for sticking around :).

I was going to put up a picture of Brady and I on his last day of school, but i was balling my eyes out and he was grinning away in braces. (i didnt think you would like it very much if i put up ;) ) so instead i put up one from my leavers dinner ! lol ;) hahahaha :) ( i wasnt looking at the camwera so i cut myself out of it :))

No Mans Land.

Holidays have come and i have made my first visit back home since ive moved out.
Coming home after living in a quiet house was great :) i didnt realise i had missed it so much.
The backyard plum tree is blossoming and the bees are going crazy! i spent the sunny days outside under the tree playing guitar or just staring dreamily off into space, one of my favourite things to do ;). i spent my days playing piano, guitar, singing at the top of my lungs, driving, gardening and reading. I didnt realise what was quite just a little off with everything i did until i went home...i had forgotten what i loved in the wake of so much work! It was seriously refreshing to go home.
But going home gave me another startling realisation. Walking through the doors, i felt like a stranger almost. It was weird! my family was there, my memories were there, my familiarity was there... but it wasnt quite the same as it was before.
Coming through the door to Jess and Anthonys today and setting down my bags in the room that has my bed, i felt again that i was a stranger here.
Pondering certain things under the blossom tree i have come to a conclusion which Im positive every person on the planet has felt at one stage.
No Mans Land.
the internet defines no mans land as:

• land that is unowned and uninhabited (and usually undesirable)
• twilight zone: the ambiguous region between two categories or states or conditions (usually containing some features of both)
• an unoccupied area between opposing armies

And then there is my definition:

• the category one finds herself in when she does not fit anywhere else. (usually occurs after significant change or transition)

It seems Im in No Mans Land again!

The first time I ever experienced No Mans Land was going from Primary School to High School. Your maturity seems to take a leap that falls short of the 'fitting in' mark, so your too childish to be one of the cool high school kids, but your too grown up to play in the playground with the Primary School children. Hence, you fall into No Mans Land, not belonging anywhere for a season until you stop wearing your Saddle Club T-shirt under your High School uniform and thus be accepted into the High School crowd.

Second time was turning 18 this year. Making the move from Youth to YSA was like being thrown in the deep end and forgetting how to swim! Not only was going from being able to buy a 'child' ticket to and 'adult' ticket at the movies strange enough, but along with various other perks and falls came the go ahead to 'date'. Never before had i encountered such pressure to ask boys out and to 'look ten' so i would be appealing in some way! Because of these new found responsibilities, i entered no mans land where i was not quite comfortable or recognised in my new YSA category, but accepted as too grown up for YW and too old to hang out with youth.

Having finally shed that No Mans Land feeling just recently in finally feeling apart of the YSA and not just a floater.... Im quite disappointed to find im there again!

Where my parents are doesnt quite feel like home and where my bed is doesnt quite feel like home, golly gosh! Im in NO MANS LAND!!! ahhhh!

Taylor Swift.

So anyone who knows me will know that my most favourite artist of all time is Taylor Swift.

After our wonderful Young womens leader Jayne Christie acqainted the Deloraine Young Women with Taylor Swift, ive been hooked ever since!

We have History.

She has been there through every silly teenage drama.

Along with the gorgeous guitar that was given to me by a special friend that lives with Heavenly Father now, her sort of music inspired me to play.

The very first song i ever learnt on guitar was 'The Best Day'. I love to play it because it never fails to thoroughly touch my mother :)

When i foolishly watch a scary movie, lying to myself that i wont have nightmares for weeks, she stays up with me all night until i finally calm down .

She is the only sort of music i can listen to and not get sick of (aside from Hymns, they take no. 1 spot as wonderful!)

She is one of the few dwindling artists today with relatively wholesome music so i can sing along! (worthy of church dances)

She has enough songs that my favourites can change and shift as much as they want without doubling up.

Yep, Taylor Swift, your music is radical! Her new album is coming out soon, and i cant wait! :) . . . Unfortunately, i missed out on her concert. But im positive she will be back. :)

Hooray!

Those of you who havent gotten acquainted as yet. . .well you know what ill tell you. ;)