The Room Of The Writer

I am in the process of changing my room. I'm no longer the UNC, soccer, sticker fan I once was. I'm turning into a girl finally. I want my room clean, and red, black, and white are my favorite colors. This process...is taking a lot longer than expected. But I'm finally getting somewhere with it.

Here is the basis of my room.

I'm in love with Marilyn Monroe. She is my hero.

My cork board has all the pictures of people that are important to me.

My three pairs of cleats.

School supplies.

Race numbers.

More pictures.

It's all that I'm about.

I have a small room, so this is the other half.

My computer - Wallpaper of Kenny Wormald

Poster of Hollywood in the 50's

My church blocks, dance pictures, and birthday girls my aunt sends.

Last, but not least,

My Bountiful Temple block and my scriptures. They stay next to my bed every day.

I know it may not look like much, but this room is me.
Its all that I love, and its what I care about.

I'm going to be sad when I have to leave it in a few years.

Seminary And Such

I'm so grateful for the kids in my seminary class. They have helped me through a lot, and I'm becoming great friends with a lot of them.

I don't like girls to much. Boys are much better to hang out with. 

Jeff-Kole-Landon-Karson.

I love these boys

Karson is pretty much my favorite in that class. 

And Jeff likes to creep on us?

Cute Alex (Leah) and I (Rachel)

To bad no one in the bible likes Leah..

And Kars has learned from Jeff to creep..

Been friends since I was a freshman. I love her. 

Becka and I

Porcupine-Zebulun-Jeff

Owl-Asher-Courtney

We tend to get into trouble a lot...but we have a good time, 90 percent of the time

Spencer! My senior friend from Math and Seminary

He likes to go and get me hot chocolate during class,

and he likes to talk to me, even when we are supposed to be quiet.

He doesn't take pictures, so I should feel honored (-Says Spencer)

Devin! He is a stud, and I'm so glad we are friends, and in the same class
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Seventeen Is To Old

I feel old. And I don't know why. This birthday really hit me. Yesterday, at 5:55 A.M., I turned 17. I don't know how I feel about that. I woke up to have two different college pamphlets on my counter. Such a scary thought. I have to grow up now. I have to start acting like an adult. I have 364 more days until I am legally  supposed to take care of myself. I want to be a kid. I want to mess up. I want to be able to not care. I feel like all of a sudden, I have to.

I finally feel my age. And I don't know what to do. Fingers crossed 17 is better than 16 ever was.