I'm a size 7

Today at work I tell my colleagues that I will not be buying food on account that I am saving up to buy Keds. And they proceed to ask, "What are Keds?"

What.
                   Did.
                                      You.
                                                                  Say?

So I began to explain what they were and why they are awesome. And my 17 year old friend, Spencer stupidly (but I still love him) said, "They sound like Vans knock offs."

oh contraire.

I did my research.
Keds were first made in 1917
Vans were first made in 1966
So technically you could say Vans are knock offs of Keds. But it's ok Vans, I still love you.

Keds are kooler. I want them. I want them bad.

And if you loved me, you'd buy me some of these:

Basic white because mine are not white anymore and they are ripping. But they are oh so comfy

I must have these because they are freaking adorable. I mean seriously, can you resist these?

and omgosh aren't these just presh?

Hello my name is Nicole Hopkinson and I like metallic sparkly shoes.

I've pretty much already decided I'm buying these. So don't be too jealous.

And these will be bought in the VERY near future. But you're always welcome to donate them to my zebra clothes fund.

Say it ain't so. I will not go.

Some things I have been thinking about lately:

Ok, I guess I first need to clarify that I am okay with change. My dad was in the Air Force for 20 years. I know how to move and adjust to different situations. But now that our family is (for the most part) pretty stable, I don't like it!

This thought was mainly triggered by the amount of people that have come in...and then out of my life. I have had the opportunity to meet soooo many amazing people. And I always take them for granted! I never realize how much I needed them until the days of them leaving come upon me. 

Take this creepy example:

Our band student teacher, Ms. Norling. A.K.A. M&N, Ethel, Emileigh (when we feel rebellious) and brownies (when Nick feels rude) Dude, is she cool. I wish I was her age so we could be besties (and that's saying something, since I never EVER use the word "besties"). She is super funny and cool and plays clarinet and has mad skills and all that jazz. She may or may not spill literal or figurative juice in 6th period Independent Music Study. Wouldn't you like to know? Well, what happens in that room, stays in that room. Sorry. It's not like I stalk her or anything....haha she's probably so creeped out by me. Anyways, I just found out that this is her last week with us student teaching :( Sad day, Jose! And then, once she leaves....POOF! I'll only see her during Pearl Harbor meetings and pass offs and possibly summer band (maybe?). I wish she was our woodwind instructor.....Yeah, you could say my heart is sad. 

Second slightly less creepy but still creepy example:

Tia and Marie. 

Our ballroom coaches
I heart them. a lot.
And I thought I wouldn't like the change from our old ones Craig and Brittney to Tia and Marie. But I've loved every moment of it. And now Marie is having freaking TWIN GIRLS! She's like living my dream life. Lucky. I'm so excited for them! But alas, the babies also brings new coaches yet to be decided. We're all in limbo and I do not like it. 


Third: 
In general: missionaries. 
In specific: my DM missionaries a.k.a. Jon, Ryan, and especially Shane.
Sigh.
As Drum Major Auditions come upon us, I realize how close Bao and I actually are to stepping up on the literal and figurative podium (heheh I'm pretty clever). It's scary. And now it's scarier when I think I won't have Shane to help. Yeah, I'm pretty selfish when we get down to it. So I'd like to have a pocket book Shane to help me through these soon to be rough and exciting times. Soon David will leave me too......gah! These are the times I'm glad Zach isn't a member....because I'm selfish!




So moral of the story is, change is good. If you embrace it that is. Sometimes you just gotta let go of people. Because you don't own them and they don't belong to you! So stop touching them!

We have no idea what we're doing.

Yo listen up, here's a story.

It’s time for more Hopkinson family scripts:

Situation numero uno:

Back in the days when Kevin and I were both in young men/young womens, we had a combined lesson where the Young Men's President (I think) was using an object lesson

BROTHER CHRISTENSEN: How do you eat an elephant?

OTHER KIDS: (Speaking in a "duh" sort of tone) Bite by bite!

KEVIN: No. You shoot it first

Kevin and I proceed to laugh while all the other adolescents look at us with mortified expressions.

Situation 2:

The fam and I went to the wonderful Carl Bloch exhibit at the BYU MOA. We got done and went downstairs where they had magnifying glasses to examine the art and whatnot.

ANDY: (Picks up a magnifying glass, holds it up to Kevin and pauses)....Poor craftsmanship!

Situation 3:

Hopkinson family Christmas Eve dinner

ANDY: There's more food here than Thanksgiving!

KEVIN: That's because Jesus is more important than the Indians.

Situation 4:

I had a deep intense conversation with my aunt

SHANNON: What do they call the little pictures on My Little Pony's butt?

NICOLE: Tattoos

Situation 5:

Andy was pirating things online, as usual.

ANDY: Anybody want to watch the new Tron tonight?

MOM: How'd you get that? It's not out yet.

ANDY: It's out in India.

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