I asked God who I'm supposed to be

I wish I could go back in time to my 3 year old self. I'd tell her to not worry. I tell her that whatever she decides to do will be the right decision. Because whatever she did would keep her on the right path and out of trouble. I trust her. I mean, she got me here today. Look at her now, a BYU freshman :)

I wish I could go back in time to my 16 year old self. I'd also tell her not to worry. As she was and is indeed BYU worthy. She needn't stress nor worry about admissions and deadlines and college and money. The good Lord has it all figured out. He's got her back.

I didn't know all that then. But I do now.
Everything is finally falling into place.

On that soppy note, if you hadn't figured out, 
I got accepted to BYU!
The only thing I ever wanted in life is becoming a reality! My dreams I've had since first visiting the BYU Bookstore at age 3 are coming true! Regardless of what my parents say, I'm movin out and starting fresh. 
Nothing could possibly alter my mood of pure joy right now. I can't stop smiling :)

rise and shout
the cougars are out!
and so are the acceptance letters.....finally.


you said don't leave me here alone

I'm independent. Don't need nobody to help me with squat.

hehehe okay that last statement is entirely  true.....


it's mostly true.

"...so she told me that whenever I was running low on gas I could go to her house and she'd take me to fill up...."

"she what?"

"...she said she did that for {insert name here}. And whatever is good for her is good for me...."

"well then you'd better take her up on that."

"...yeah I don't know."

"well she doesn't write your papers for 
you so you better say yes."

maybe my pride is too big, but I don't need help.
I don't want help.
I can fend for myself.
I won't be babied
I have two feet.