dirt

After i die, i hope God has made some bomb awesome movie of my life ready for me to watch before moving on to the next stage of my existence. Like, i feel like memories aren't good enough anymore. i forget all the cool stuff i've done, all the people i've let in my life. 

i want to look forward, but i like to let myself sit back and remember... 

growing up at First Baptist Academy

making indian soup out of dirt and palm branches in haylee's fort

deciding bratz dolls were cooler than barbies, but spice girl barbies topped all other dolls

realizing that you don't have to rewind dvds

when sandestin had the COOLEST roller rink

when some girl got her face smashed in a birthday cake at the roller rink

memorizing chapters of the bible at a time

finding out what video games are at age 11

scooters and yo-yos automatically sent you to cool kid status

neighborhood brat pack trampoline days

that field trip to the space center in 5th grade

the suicide of my best friend's mom, who was basically my second mother

being dumped into public middle school

my mom making me go to youth group

me actually liking youth group

the many retreats at camp victory, and camp baldwin

those sequin pants... and mixed matched socks

getting oliver, my love

hullaballoo, hullaballoo times 2, and hullaballoo cubed

the dreaded confirmation speech

going to a collegiate dance before i decided to go to collegiate

when i believed in being sXe, and drawing sXe on my hands

my plymouth neon <3

boats and hoes; and tie dye

shopping days with the girls and hollister sweater days

going to the beach everyday with a picnic

Free camaro pizzas
viewing Borat on a weekly basis
Incredibad
watching the Tyra show every day, while eating CHEX MIX. glorious chex mix.

Forever 21 roadtrips
dramatic readings of FMLs

Riding to pottery/ 2D with becca and laughing. just to laugh.
Lunch time in com 2 with mrs. hunt & karaoke

The kind of Christmas Ted is gonna have, seafood, cancer...
Hitting that raccoon and forgetting to babysit
screaming Bad Romance at the top of our lungs

middle school fantasies turned reality
learning to love in a parking lot,

then getting dumped during a perfectly good sunday bike ride

watching old movies with my grandma every sunday night <3
taking spontaneous road trips- and almost running out of gas on the longest road ever
having Yearbook parties. "Is there food?"
getting in a popcorn fight, with a huge bag of popcorn
jumping off bridges for the hell of it
the many occasions of me rolling in the grass...

moving to dorm and starting university life

crazy nights in panama city

and there's still more on the horizon.