Suck.

Here's the daily routine, Monday-Friday:
Alarm rings at 7.
Work starts at 8 (editor's note: work is 20 minutes away on a GOOD day.)
Snooze alarm.
Sleep until 7:30 when Mom comes in threatening to take away my car so i'll get good sleep.
Jump out of bed.
Throw on nice shirts/pants/a skirt when necessary.
Hair back in bun.
Insert headband.
Eyeliner.
Run down stairs.
Yell at mom (telling you one day you'll get fired) and tell her you'll make it on time.
Leave at 7:45 (if lucky.)
Curse all red lights along the way.
Actual check-in time: 8:04-8:06.

However,
SHAKE UP this routine.
Hello boy I see Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
You're gorgeous.
That's when as I'm running out the door,
I throw a tube of mascara and some eyeshadow in my purse.
And do it before the afternoon when he's there.
Tee-hee.
I also tend to straighten my hair or actually braid it instead of bun it the night before these days.
Just to impress.

It hasn't worked so well this far.
He remembers my name.
And we were formally introduced once.
That's a plus.
But.
My moments around him haven't been too shining.
Once, I was sick and basically sneezed in his face.
Once, he made me flustered and I choked on my own spit trying to respond.
Once, I dropped a few letters at his feet.
And once, I tripped over my clumsy feet.

This week (today)
So determined to impress.
Cute skirt,
Straight hair,
And normal make-up.

3 P.M.- See cute boy by stairs.
Catch his attention.
Say hi.....
WALK STRAIGHT INTO RAILING OF STAIR.
Wince.
Try to go up the stair and shake it off.
Trip up stairs.
In skirt.
Smile and sprint up stairs, not saying a word.

Ladies and gentleman, Michelle Wood.
..chelle..

P-Town.

One month.
ONE month.
ONE MONTH.
From today....

I am soooo back.
And obviously.
I can't control my excitement.

And.
If everything works out (pray for my acceptance)
5 months from Thursday....
I will be living here.

I.
LOVE.
MY.
LIFE.
..chelle..

Nights.

As much as I miss Provo,
And as excited as I am to get back up (1 MONTHHHH!)
I'm gonna miss these summer nights.
And these STGers for a month.

Hollllllllla at your summer nights.
..chelle..

Apologize.

I had a dream I died.
Seriously.
One of my best friends and I were in a car wreck.
It was so real.
I woke up and freaked out.
And that's how my week began.

In high school I was SO insecure.
And I gossiped.
A LOT.
I liked to stretch the truth too.
Or not tell it.
And.
I wound up in trouble a few times because of it.

I've grown up now and gossiping only comes up every now and then.
And of course, always about boys.
I knew I owed a few people apologies.
But.
I had a hard time with the idea.
It scares me, confrontation and all.
So.
I've cleared up some,
But I haven't had the guts to clear it all up.

Last night, I apologized to one of my good friends.
Because of a time constraint.
That's the only reason why.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I did.
Our friendship totally was renewed.
But.
When would I have done this if it wasn't for time?
It got me thinking...
Until 1:30 A.M.
And this morning when I woke up groggy at 7:00 to shower...
I realized it was time to apologize and stop being so afraid.
NOW.

I know I can't go back and apologize for the little petty things,
But I can apologize for the thing I remember.
And I remember a few.
A few people i'll be apologizing or writing to soon.
And it took a long summer of bad boys and heartbreak (me),
And a friend finding love (Mags),
To realize that gossiping hurts people.
Not like I haven't heard gossip about myself before.
It was just more real this time.

I know this is cheesy,
And I'm working on my honesty and gossip.
But I know I've offended people.
And i'm sorry.
I really am.
I know that it was wrong.
And i'm sorry it took so long to come out and say it.
But I truly am sorry.
For anything that I've said or done to offend anyone.
It hurts.
It sucks.
And it's just wrong.
...chelle..

Peoa.

Peoa, Utah.
Literally in the middle of nowhere.
20 minutes past Park City and drive towards nothing.

But it's beautiful.
And on a beautiful Saturday afternoon,
My beautiful cousin and her wonderful new husband Dan were wed.
Such a great ceremony.
And a great story for them both.
After Kelly lost Clint to cancer,
And Dan lost his wife to his friend,
They found each other.
And i'm so glad.
I probably cried more at this ceremony than I have in my entire life.
What a happy day for this cute little family.

Congrats Dan and Kelly.
Here's to the years ahead of you.
Love,
Us.

 PS- i'm not that fat. It's just the angle. I promise.

..chelle..

Nineteen.

"Let's go to Vegas for your birthday!" -Bryn.
So.
We did.
The day was full of Loves.
Shopping.
Parking garages.
Almost crashes.
Lion King.
Walking.
More shopping.
Cheesecake.
Road trippin.
Song singing.
And these lovelies.

A birthday full of presents,
Fun,
And great family and friends.
I am now officially 19.
And this birthday has been one for the books.
Thank you all for the birthday wishes.
You all are the best.

364 more days left as a teenager.
You best be betting that I'll be living it up. ;]
..chelle..

Classy.

Best birthday card i've ever received.
(DISCLAIMER: if you are offended by variations of swear words, do NOT read this post.)

You're sassy, classy....(see i'm so sassy and classy.)

And still kickin' assy!

Lovin' the card Auntie Heather.

Yous be the bomb.

Holy shootballs.

I'm 19 in 3 days.

Holla at cho girl.

..chelle..