Oops.

So this weekend would have been great except for the fact that I got in an accident and my passenger got hurt. I feel terrible.

We had just gone boating with my brother and sister-in-law up at Deer Creek and decided to go get shakes at "Granny's" and me and Brady (my friend) went first. I have a friend who lives in Heber and when we got lost, I decided to give her a call. Right as I hung up and had gotten both hand on the wheel, I realized the car in front of me was stopped. Sounds silly that I didn't know they were stopped but there was no stop sign, light, anything! There was a car show going on and people were crossing. I hit the car in front of me, going 30 mph. We were both wearing our seat belts which was good. I was fine, the only thing that happened to me was BABY burns on my arms from the airbag. Brady on the other hand, has burns on his face (kind of like when you skin your knee on a slide or some kind of plastic), a broken wrist, and swollen lips. To top it all off, he has to give his homecoming talk today. Go Tiffany. You rock.

Grumblebee, my sweet, loyal, and faithful car is maybe a loss. I don't know the extent of the internal damages but she's pretty beat up. Her front end is dented in and the hood is protruding. Her windshield is shattered, thanks to the airbags. Her dashboard is obviously lost as well. I am soooo bummed out. The weird thing is that earlier my brother was like "wow, take care of your car" when I shoved something into my messy trunk. I was like, "Kent, this car is my baby, I would never do anything to hurt her." Ouch.

The other car was fine. I'm sure I'll have to replace the bumper just because bumpers are kind of a one time use. But nothing for them... not a scratch. Which is really lucky.

Now, all I have to worry about is money. I have to get a new car, or replace all the damages to Grumblebee, pay for the other car's new bumper, pay for Brady's medical bills, and pay for the insurance deductible. All while trying to save up for college. I love money, but it must hate me. It's always trying to get away from me.

I'm very grateful I'm okay, Brady's "okay", and the other people were okay as well. I am lucky, but right now all I feel is guilty and nervous.

Hopefully with a lot of prayers I will figure things out.

I will post pictures soon, I think we're gonna go get the car tomorrow...

Growing Up...

So I feel like I'm still a kid. But I guess that's because I am, I have so much life ahead of me. I'm 19 years old but I know I'm growing up. I've been graduated for a little over a year now. Things have changed, but I love where I'm at now.

I look at my old blog, my super private one... and I see how pathetic I was when it came to how I lived my life. I just sat around, waiting for adventure to come... I watched so much television, spent so much time on Facebook that I didn't even know what living was.

I think college was the greatest experience of my life. I think the fact that I don't live at home now is a great experience too! No offense to my parents, but I think the fact that I wake up earlier (not early. Just Earlier!) and don't stay out as late on my own accord is... progress. SELF progress.

I enjoy who I am now. I mean I still have major flaws that I can't stand, but I'm who I wanted to be a year ago.

I embrace change! I think that's one of my greatest strengths/talents/or whatever you wanna call it. I am so excited for life and the crazy curveballs it throws at me! I mean I don't think I can handle them very gracefully, but I think my thirst for life helps me keep going.

I'm bragging about myself, I guess. But how often does that happen?? I am officially bragging about a trait I have!

I know there are going to be hard times and I know that I'm still going to cry at times. I just know that with the help of my Heavenly Father, Family, and Friends... I'll be just fine. I am excited to grow up, but right now I'm simply going to LIVE and if growing up happens during that time, so be it. I really love life.

ReKrap & Adumb.

So I know I swore off guys. You see the thing is, I maybe only half-heartedly meant it... I must have, or else I wouldn't be telling you guys about this:

I wrote Parker off. Finally, after much deliberation. I sent him "The Letter" and "Dear John'd" him. If you actually know who I am, you know my past with Parker. About a year and a half ago, we started dating. I was never quite sure about my feelings for him so we were very on and off. A few months before his mission we finally decided to stick together, he gave me a "Promise Ring," and we were happy as could be. Well obviously things weren't all honky-dory, and I really started praying about what I should do next... got my answer and here we are! "ReKrap" is Parker spelled backwards, which is how I feel sometimes... I kept going back even when I felt like how I treated him was "Krap"

Adumb. You don't even want to know. I just know tonight was the most annoying night of my life. This is why I'm not ready to date. AT ALL. He seemed great, he technically IS great, but nope. Nothing. And he was kind of a butthead tonight. Oh well, maybe once I actually get it through my head that all men REALLY do suck, I'll be able to move on!

Goodnight.