I Love to see the temple....

Today is a wonderful day.

Why you might ask? Well, I'll tell you.
It's Thursday instead of the original Wednesday I thought it was.
That's always a nice surprise- unlike the Mondays you think are Fridays. (Yes. That happens to me a lot. I'm special, remember?)

Today is also a wonderful day because we're going to St.George (points for hopefully warm weather,) to do baptisms with my ward. (Even MORE points for being in one of my favorite places! I absolutely love walking around the temple grounds, and being in the baptistery... it's so peaceful and beautiful on a level that goes far beyond appearance.)

Although it's not too shabby in the looks department either. :p

One of my favorites of all times are the gorgeous flowers that always seem to be smiling up from around the temple,

and the warm fuzzies (that have nothing to do with the rosy weather of St. Geezy. :) )
But every time, without fail, I have to peek in the visitor's center to see the cupcake girls.
And every time I see it- I cry.

Points for being a softie. :p Truly, it's a good thing. I promise. Hardies aren't quite as nice as us softies. ;) So Here it is. Enjoy the tears. It means you're feelin something. :)

Overwhelmed. (all sorts of overwhelmed sighs and sound affects.)

I just registered for college classes.

That pretty much sums it all and wraps this post in a giant red ribbon.




But I think I'll ramble a wee bit more. :) I can't believe that I'm all signed up for grad night, plotting askation for the grads dance, signed up and registered for college... life is sorta pullin a fast one on me.

(P.S. Why is there a cat looking over my shoulder?)

Also P.S I've discovered that sometimes when senioritis, chronic laziness, procrastination and overall grumpiness plague you... you're not very much of a people person. So when people say, "You're mad at me huh. You hate me." You sort of just want to say, "Yes, thank you for your observation. Have a nice day."

Although sometimes when people tell me to have a nice day, I'd love nothing more than to tell them promptly, "Thanks, but I've made other plans." :p Haha.

And now- I'm off the the dark and evil filled abyss. Formally known as, "Shannon's Bedroom."

Here's my tribute to boys of the past present and (I kinda hope not) future; the finals and homework of fourth quarter, and the catty girls that make high school so.... unhappy.
You stink.
:)
Thank you, and have a nice day.

Mostly just quotes.

Eh. Life lately is uneventful-ish. I still feel wimpy from donating blood. Good thing it's been crossed off my bucket list. Twice. I'm through. Threw? Whatev.
School is happening. Still. Sadly it's ignored my plea's to cease its existance. And so now I'm posting some quotes. Just for fun.

"Please absolutely do."

"When people play with my hair I go into a happy coma."

"It could be a woman... or a really fat man."

"-I'm sorry.
-For demanding cheesecake?
-For the whole... everything. I feel bad.
-Um, thank you. Still no cheesecake."

"Unless it's from family she goes all ape shiz..."

"Ape shiz huh? Thats sorta a problem. I assume."

"I don't call that breakfast. I call it SABOTAGE!"

"Ye shall know the truth. And the truth shall make you mad."

"It's a double cheeker."

"No faith. No virtue... very little integrity" (This was said at young womens. About personal progress. Or the lack thereof.)

"Why is it that when you sing it's art, and when I do it's quote book?"

"AH! Not Cheese!!!"

"Sisters of ZION!!"

"Good as a tootsie pop."

"I have a pizza cutter. A fine tool in the art of emo."

"That's just how I like my chicken. Ground up, put back together and sprayed with fake bbq tanlines."

"...that'll do. Breathe this sweetheart!"

"They had to wiggle it out, I was so tense!"

"That kinda sounded like a barf."

"... only if you have feelings ma'am."

"I've got news for you government! White people are poor too!"

"She's with gargoyle again?"

"Run baby, Run!... NO not outside!!"

"He thinks he's a man."

"HE gets credit for MY work??
-Wait. YOU picked my nose???"

"Did you realize that if I kept tabs on how many times you said that I'd have to use both hands fingers? Maybe some toes?"

"Did you just? (giggle giggle) Quote? (giggle giggle) That's so not cool."

"Mind your own business. Find out what it is- and mind it well."

"And thus the genius surpasses the circle. I mean student. Thank heavens for loopiness."

"Ya know. If you think you're pretty hot stuff, try getting someone else's dog to obey you!"

"Are you confused? It feels so nice out here!"

"Smoking kills. If you are killed, you have lost a very important part of your life."

If previous experience hadn't already convinced me that nun hood is best...

This date did.
Problem number one- it's a blind date. Those are kinda ify anyway.
So before I launch into sadly funny possibly concerning date story: I listened to Sheri Dew this morning in the centrum. Which was quite grand actually. I LOVE her. (I find it ironic that I'm blogging about her since she said something about blogs. And facebook.) She's so genuine and fun to listen to. She had me giggling one second, and tearing up the next. But tragically, I forgot to bring a notebook or journal to take notes in. After that we did some yard work. Grand stuff. Invigorating. :p It was such a beautiful day today. I thank God for days like these- truly, they're like bathing in smiles. And the crazy happiness and content is like holding a piece of heaven in my hands. So it was a smiley heaven day.
And then Boy A (a guy from my seminary class, who is responsible for setting me up on this blind date) and Girl A, Boy A's date, picked me up. Strange? Yeah, I know. We then proceeded to drive across town to Boy B's house- I assumed he was my date. He was not my date. Then we drove to Girl A's house to meet Boy C. My date. Who has been kicked out of his high school, AND the alternative school, doesn't make eye contact- got angry when his dad suggested he shake my hand and introduce himself AND belches loudly while bragging about how many people he's beat up and almost killed. Then Boy A, Boy B and Girl A head out to pick up Girl B. My date's father suggested I stay and help Boy C make sandwiches. Sounds reasonable right? The house was a mess, little kids running around everywhere and his mother acted like I was going to marry her son or something. Double awkward? I agree. So Boy C starts hollering about no bread, and wandering around. What exactly would you suggest I do in such a circumstance? 'Cause Boy C didn't seem like the type who would love to be shadowed. But there kinda wasn't anywhere to sit. So I stood there. Looking and feeling quite stupid I'm sure. Then Boy C's mother says he should give me a knife so I can help make the sandwiches. He hands me a sharp throwing knife. Oh dear. When I'm finally, and less awkwardly, making sandwiches I try to make conversation since the awkward silence thing is practically a time bomb waiting to disintegrate my sanity. Turns out awkward conversation is worse than awkward silence. We then went outside and he shot baskets with his mom and a little boy of whom I don't know. I got a call so I glanced at my phone and his mom got rather angry mother bear-ish. I glanced. I silenced. That's more polite than letting it ring in my pocket isn't it? Boy C missed and kept muttering about how he was off his game. His mom threw me the ball, and so I shot. Ha. I made it... maybe I shouldn't have. People looked kind of flustered with me. And then Boy C threw the ball over the fence. Multiple times. Personally I think he gave up on making it and decided to show off his coolness by fence hopping. Which, you have to admit, is slightly impressive. Skip ahead to when Boy A, Girl A, Boy B and now Girl B arrive. Boy B had a bloody nose and thus had little pieces of tissue hanging from his nose looking suspiciously like nasty boogers. Haha. Hahahahaha. That's all I have to say on that matter.
Then we drove to the park. My date's head was hanging out the window. We ate in awkwardness (Are you noticing the underlying theme here? The purpose of the work as a whole?- Yeah, I'm in AP English and yes. We are most definitely cramming for the final.) and then my date ran off while I was still eating to go swing. Let me pose my next date etiquette question. Do I drop my food and chase after the madman? Or finish eating with the other couples? Then we played tag. I, having just donated blood and apparently being a wimp, started feeling sickly. Oh great. Please please please PLEASE let me not throw up in the midst of a million little kids, their parents, and the group date people.

... Yeah, I didn't. The evenin star heard me. :p
But I did biff it way hard down the slide.
I must admit, I had my parents 'need me to come home' at five. And now, here I am.
In recovery.

Quotationingpaloozamadness. Yeah. Say that ten times fast.

Children see the world differently than most adults. They look at it and say i will, not i cant.

Here. Have a hug dorothy.

No we just dont like jills mouth

Sign me up for the next war! ... I mean institute Dance!

Do you know how to operate dads drill? Cuz i dont.

Dont they say it backwards? Isnt it supposed to be john deere

We're hitting two birds in one stone! ... Wait.

So you clean the yard and throw the excess weeds into our salad?
-We're very frugal.

Class. I would like to talk about PMS.

Hey! I have an idea! Let's turn into homicidal arsonists, grab our hit lists and blame it on PMS! We're invincible!! :D


Adieu
-Adieu
Adieu
-Adieu
Yes, yes.
-No, no.
Adieu.


Dad!
-Sarah
Dad!
-SARAH!
DAAAD!
-SARAH!
:p

Ah. Puppy on a hill.

Bucket List.

Just a few things that would be grand fun to do before I die.

*... maybe coming up with a legitimate list would be good.

So today I donated blood. Ha. What's wrong with me again? I mean, what's the strange satisfaction I find in draining my life's blood? Oh yeah. It's cause I'm a hero. (The guy poking me said it, not me. Therefore I reserve the right to quote him without being a proud conceited jerk.)
First of all- too much water.
Second of all- YES my name is Shannon Heap. For the seventh time. :p
Third of all- Yes, sir, I'm ok. In fact I'll make you a deal. You stop asking me every two seconds and I'll stay on the ok side of things.
Fourth of all- Let's not play go fish in my veins please. It doesn't feel very lovely.

Apparently my body refuses to cooperate fully. Last time the blood flow stopped almost completely for a minute or two in the middle of things. So they twisted and jiggled and inflicted pain until my body decided to spurt some more. This time it was like... a few points from being done. Grand timing blood. It was a funny joke.
So they spent a few more minutes poking and jabbing and pushing and pulling and making me want to either throw up or cry... who knows which comes first. And then (sigh) they gave up. And poked my other arm. Fun stuff huh. :p BUT I potentially saved three lives through my blood sweat and tears. Or maybe just the first fluid.

Also.
....
I can't remember what my also was.
Huh. Oh well.
OH! Heh heh heh. Since I'm such a wicked soul I'm going to beat Erin.
QUOTE OF THE POST:
"Yeah, my curfews like, what, 8:30?"

It's funny apparently.

So yeah.
Also a shout out to manipulative souls...
(SHOOOOUUUUT!)
:)

Going? Crazy? You bet'cha.

So. Let me explain. No, no, no, no, no... that would take to long. Let me sum up.
Prom. Fun? Eh, mostly. Awkward? Of course. Some people are just a wee bit too touchy feely. Thank heavens for immobilizing arm sleeves. That way you've got a grand excuse to make sure there's none of that 'bear hug dancing' business. The day date was strangely fun. Nerf wars and "Zombies vs Humans". Nerdy? Heck yes! But fun nonetheless.
Piute's drama team was in Cedar for state. Hanging outage, swimming, catching up... nasty pizza... getting lost in Parawon (yes, I'm that talented,) and watching 'gay' pantomimes. Interesting. Hilarious. Nostalgic. I miss them.
Poofy green dress! (Princess Tiana? Don't I wish.) Kitten. Cute at first, named Frank Sinatra- Blue eyes for short. :p Stinkin loud mouth of a kitten!
I get a baby today in adult roles... start thinkin of names. :p
AND on thursday I've volunteered to drain some more of my life's blood for the good of all. I get some sort of sick satisfaction from it.
Au Revoir!

Dear someone,

who has lots of money and wants to ship me off somewhere.
I am supposed to be doing a report on a city in France. Which I am. Sort of. I'm gathering data, and I decided to show you where you should ship me off to. :)

Toulouse, France

Um. So I stink at putting pictures on here and I'm lazy. Sorry for the bald guy... I was shooting for a baby. And the hot link thing... well at least it's a pretty shade of blue? :) AAANyway. Toulouse. I'm so headin out there... between the awesome classic architecture and beautimous scenery... and soccer men with beefy thighs... :) heaven. ;p

Good mornin, good mooornin... it's not so great to stay up late.

Good mornin, good mornin to you.

Word of advice- don't stay up late reading hopeless romance novels. Sure they're greatly entertaining because even though they're drama, it's not yours so it's funny.
Because the next morning after hitting the snooze 40...6,000 times you still have to shower and be presentable for your seminary class. :p Which- I am. It's just the lazy version. So I actually had EXTRA time this morning! Kinda ironic.
So- here I am. Blogging away again.
My little sisters and I watch Ghost Whisperer regularly. Possibly obsessively. Maybe it's because I like Jennifer Love Hewitt's hair in the series, maybe it's because I'm in love with her husband and the eccentric professor. Maybe it's the very same reason people go on roller coasters and through haunted mansions at Disney Land- it's fun to scare yourself. And in this show it's always pee your pants creepy at the beginning and then it resolves so that you actually feel SORRY for the scary ghost thing. It's grand. Really. So last night's was bloody Mary. And I must admit- this morning when I had to go take a shower. Alone. With that mirror on the wall staring out into the bathroom... I got a few creeped out feelings. :p Which made me giggle. There was a towel draped over the shower curtain and it fell into the shower when I wasn't looking. Haha, I thought something had got me for sure!

Today- as you all know- is a very special day.
Why, you might ask? Well... I'll tell you.
I don't know.
But it's a friday, and friday's are always special, right? Of course right.
Friday's are great big rays of sunshine after the rainstorms of mondays and the other not quite as special days. Except for my mother was Johnny raincloud today. She reminded me I have a dentist appointment.
POOF, good feeling's gone.
Dentists and I are practically mortal enemies now days. After having teeth pulled and oral surgery and whatever else... (or everything else. Whichever comes first. :p) I decided I'm just going to let all my teeth fall out and get dentures because I don't want to have cavities drilled or my teeth polished or anything else that deals with dentistry. :) No offense to any of you who happen to work within those fields or closely related. I still love you guys- just not going to the dentist.

Anywho... I'm goin for seconds on breakfast. Something sugary and rebellious I think. That'll teach 'em.

P.S. Dear Kaitlyn. Not in front of the carrots. And, cleanup on isle 8. (Ha.)

THIS is what my future man will be like...

[Verse 1:]
There's a place in your heart where nobody's been.
Take me there.
Things nobody knows, not even your friends.
Take me there.
Tell me about your momma, your daddy, your home town, show me around.
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out.

[Chorus:]
I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

[Verse 2:]
Your first real kiss, your first true love, you were scared.
Show me where.
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
Take me there.
I wanna roll down mainstreet and backroads like you did when you were a kid.
What makes you who you are, tell me what your story is.

[Chorus 2x:]
I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

I wanna roll down mainstreet.
I wanna know your hopes and your dreams.
Take me, take me there.
Yeah.

p.s the picture doesn't necessarily apply to my future man. Although I must admit, musical men are attractive. :p

I was at work. Collating. ALL by my lonesome, which means I was nearing tears from intense boredom. Plus I just don't love that job. Mainly boredom though.
And this song came on. And I realized, hey! That sounds like a dandy fellow. :) It's always bothered if/when people you absolutely love to death- the kind you want to just share with them everything you love- don't let you talk about certain people or don't like places you grew up in and loved. So future man... just in case you ever read this: here's your fair warning... you're going to love me enough to want to know and experience everything I love. :D Just so ya know.

Inflamation of the Senior.

Yes folks... it's true. The class of 2010 is being severely plagued by senioritis. And no, 'Inflamation of the Senior' is not a fat joke. Just clarifying.

Exhibit A: Shannon can't even read the stinkin short story in under an hour. Sad. It's not even a long short story! However in my defense all the pages were mixed up.

Exhibit B: I actually referred to Stevie Nicks as a MAN on Facebook the other day while quoting her. But hey, at least I called her a brilliant man right? ("Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing." How true that is Stevie Nicks the WOman... How true that is.)

Exhibit C: I've completely forgotten what all my other points were. Lovely isn't it? :p I bet they had to do with plots of sluffing and forgetting how to spell my name today in Adult Roles. That was right after laughing in the middle of class because I was reading a book. It was funny stuff. Trust me.

And now, for the almost daily announcements.

Tomorrow is region choir. I realize there is serious power in positive thinking, but honestly ladies and gents... I kinda think we have no hope in poor a Capella. And to make matters worse, we have to stay there basically all day. Fun stuff? I wish.

For the past week or so I've been singing a strange mesh of "I dreamed a dream on my own in my castle on a cloud." Les Mis rocks and all... but I'm losin it! Change the channel brain! Please!

And now I must go purchase black nylons and stuff... joyous day.

Yes, I realize I'm becoming epistolary

But who's counting right?

Epistle number one:
Dear Storytellers. Your open arms of welcome make me flope. I only show up because I need money- and I've passed the point where telling myself, "Just think Shan, you're getting paid to count stuff. Easiest job ever. Quit yer bellyachin'." Nope. Now I just have to say to myself... well actually I'm not entirely sure how I manage to stay in your prison embrace. Probably because I know my mother will shoot me if I don't kick it into high gear on the money earning train. So Storytellers, dear, I just wanted you to know I hate your stinking guts and you make me vomit. Right after you highly resemble the scum between my toes.

Epistle number two:
Dear Shannon. (Yeah. On top of being weird and a total goof ball, I'm coming down with a split personality disorder.)
You, my dear, deserve a bit of a congrats. You're well past halfway through senior year. Crazy isn't it? And ya know all that drama with boys and girls and ex's and gossip?? Remember how you're doing just fine despite it all? That's how it's going to keep going, so breathe deary. Oxygen is vital to living. Or so I've heard. Now that you've had your bit'o'praise...
Goodness child. Stop this senioritis slacking and just finish out the year! No homework over the summer- but until you make it safely past (or through) the C at graduation, you'd better keep working for those grades... Teachers aren't THAT glad to get rid of you. So. You're awesome, and you need to at least hold off your procrastination until after you finish this homework. (:p Ha... oxymoron? Contradicting? My true love. :D)
Love.... well. You.
Which is kinda weird... this whole split personality thing might be a bit odd to work around.


Epistle number three:
Dear everyone else. :) (Yeah, I know. You're all beaming with excitement that I wrote you a letter on my blog. Yup. Especially for you. Feel special.)

I just had to throw this story in, and a P.S just wouldn't cut it.
In elementary tutor today we did "Puss in Boots" for the reading groups. And honestly, I must be either really slow, or really tired. Or maybe both. But I truly kept realizing and catching new little things I'd missed the first read through. However, after six times- and seeing how AP English has forever corrupted me- I oughta have the thing down backwards frontwards and purplewards. Not to mention have a full length analytical research paper completed on the story. Good thing I'm not that good with the overachieving stuff. Anyway... at the end there's a line that goes like this: "I love the princess, may I marry her?" And the king says yes, and the princess says "I am SO happy father!" (4 times out of the 6, that particular line was followed by a "not". :p) Giggles. Almost uncontrollable giggles would inevitably erupt every time that part went over. It was like, "EW! Cooties!" But secretly on the inside I'm sure there had to be some elementary crushes going on. :p I love it. It's quite entertaining to watch them. And just because I have short term memory loss I'm going to tell you I love it again. I love it. (Did I mention I have short term memory loss?) Then one time, I believe Miss Heap Sr. Was out of the classroom at the moment which is a shame since this was rather grand, when the "I love you" line came up, a boy across the room did the cat call whistle. Totally made my day. :p Just thought you should all know. Because frankly my dear Watson. It's elementary.

Dear Blog, (Similar to 'Dear diary'- yet not.)

Hi. It's been a while since we've spoken huh. Like... a whole... handful of hours that I'm not going to count.

So today. Wow. Good thing we had the future student body skit assembly or else I would've had to endure even more AP english writing. Which, by the way, is like a big ball of anxiety. Fries on the side and everything. I start out with feeling doomed as I finish reading the prompt, morph into feeling like, "Hey, this actually sounds kind of intelligent", and then back to "Good thing you didn't really want to pass, huh."
Good thing I'm not pessimistic, right? :p I mean, I usually pull it off ok. But I feel like I'm kinda missing the boat on these things. Ever feel that way blog? Oh. Right. You can't, since I'm the one typing in all your entries. Lucky duck. You probably owe me a large sum by now, don't you think? I'll get back to you on that one.
Anyway, watching the skits for next year made me realize- hey. Their ideas sound fun. Remember how this was your senior year and you missed out on a lot of that kinda fun stuff? Smooth Shan, smooth. You're gonna graduate soon and now you have to reenact all those good times and stuff. That could be potentially difficult and unhealthy to try and live high school missed out on memories after I've graduated. I believe that's where the phrase 'super senior' came from. Hangin on to senior year baby! Yeah. Not happening. :p
Also I cut my hair sort of today. Well. Not I. She, actually. She cut my hair. And I don't really have much to show for it. :p It's because I'm such a brave and daring soul. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I randomly got a pixie cut, and dyed it red (both somethings I kind of wish I could pull off.) Personally, I'd like to think the world would pause for like... ten minutes. Mainly because ten minutes of everything being frozen gives me some time for revenge, pranks and free ice cream. But, I'm assuming that wouldn't actually happen- so I decided to just stick to trims with bang changes for now. Someday though- someday I'll show up as a short redhead. And that's when the fun will begin. :p

I would now like to take this moment to curse work. Stinkin work. You love it when you think about how much money you need to save- but wish you could assassinate it when you actually have to show up. So instead of a grandly fun trip to Hatch with father, grandfather and grandmother... I'll be blasting Jack Johnson trying to endure a measly couple of hours of collating. Your condolences are greatly appreciated. ;P Haha.

And now, dear blog who's heard all of my antics, I'm going to go lay in bed staring at the ceiling and slipping slowly into madness.

As for the large sum you now owe- we'll just call us even since you have to cope with my novel of a post.

:p

It's official.

But I haven't figured out what exactly 'it' is. But whatever it is it's official. Exciting isn't it? :p

Once upon a time there lived a girl who didn't especially love waking up in the morning. Her bed was far to good at cradling her in a warm embrace and how exactly are you supposed to decide to want to pry your tired body out of a inanimate object friend of a bed? Aha, I rest my case.
But- the girl did get out of bed... after wearing out the snooze button. And now she's at school blogging because it's too early to go to class and too late to go back home.
BUT now the bell rang. So she'll ramble more about slightly more exciting things later, I assume.

10-4, over and out... amen.

Dear Cousin Angie,

Hi. Your new blog stuff is very high tech and all, but quite frankly I have zero idea of how to navigate the new madness. And therefore I can't find Andrea's blog that I've been told about... so... Just sayin. :p Also when Beanzly and I watched your family's home videos I decided you were a very super cute little girl. It was loads of entertaining... also I remembered this one time when my family watched conference at your family's house... and I had just gotten a manicure or something so of course I felt extra beautiful in the fingers and guess who noticed and complimented them? You did of course. :p And seeing how you were older and wiser and super awesome it pretty much made my whole day. :) Just wanted to let you know...
Sincerely Shannon. :)


Alright. Also I HAVE to tell ya'll about Disney Land.
A- I'm having withdrawals from both the warmness and the child within magicalness.
B- It was AWESOME!! The weather was 'cold' for Cali so it wasn't very busy until Friday rolled around with sunshine. Wonderful. Even if no one would ride California Screamin'. (It's ok dad... I forgive you on the stipulation of a Pepsi run. ;p)

And now I kinda have to go to class... so TTFN and all that other grand pooh bear stuff.