I hope that fish is Swedish. Or Australian.

I’ve been thinking lately

Yeah, haven't we all?

I am truly amazed on how love just is.

Think about it:

Two people, coming from two totally different backgrounds.

They find each other.

                     They love each other.

                                     They marry each other.

whoa

And to me, the most awing (spelling? eh, don't care) part is that they like each other, at the same time!

*cue surfer dude voice*

DUDE!

No but seriously. Just the fact that those two random people can find each other, love each other at the same time and decide that out of the population of the whole freaking Earth, God meant for them to get hitched is just mind blowing.

That intimidates me. Of course that brings into play the saying of fish and the sea and such. So obviously there just has to be one perfect fishy for me. But out of 5 bajillion people, how does one go about finding them? But that's actually the easy part if you think about it.

I just love the fact that all we have to do is rely on Heavenly Father. He knows that one guy whom I will marry.

Guys, he knows!

So no worries!

The Gospel is true!

You've got a real flair with excuses

Some thoughts....

#Would YOU please stop treating me like a child
oh and stop being such a hypocrite
I don't care for hypocrites, thanks

#That peaches and cream tortilla was fantastically horrible tasting

#Sweethearts was so much fun :)

#I desperately want it to be April 22 (a.k.a. Prom) Crossing my fingers I'll get asked

#free songs on iTunes was the greatest intervetion ever

#Is it bad I actually want to lose my voice completely? Mostly cuz I would like to bring a whiteboard to school and write everything on it :)

#We compete medleys for the first time this week. WHOA.

#It'd be nice if I made it to state in something

#please come to the joint concert with BYU and Provo and Timpview's top band on Thursday! Twill be...interesting but awesome!

#Good thing I chose plaid and not lace.

#Sorry I must acknowledge this again: HYPOCRITE

in a manner of speaKing

i don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand. i don't tell anyone about the thIngS that we have planned. i won't tell anybody. won't tell anybody
they wanna puSh Me down; they wanna seE you fall
i won't tell anybody thAt you turn the worLd around. i won't tell anyone that youR voice is my favorite sound. i won't tell anybody. i don't neEd a parachute. bAby if i got you i Don't need a parachute
i won't fall out of love
i'll fall into You

I'm clueless and I'm clumsy. But I got friends that love me.

I have been called many things in my life:

 NICOLE

Nicoleton

Nikki

Soul Sister

Macole

Nikkiolia

Nickinson

N.Hops

HOPS

Kitten

YOU

Nickel

Nicola

Junior Buddy

NicRole

PIE

woman

NMH

creeper

Stalker

Chickie

Bon Bon

Clarinet Hero

dancing queen

You can call me whatever you like. But I’ve recently found that I could care less. Go ahead. Try me.

Attack.

Charge.

Tar and feather.

Do whatever you feel like. But this girl can handle herself.

(Except for eat my happy cola that is.) 

Watch out world. This girl has just been unleashed.

It's all apart of me. That's who I am.

Lauren