This Isn't Funny Anymore...

I would consider myself a pretty outgoing person, yes? I mean I love to talk to new people, old people, everything in between. I don't mind getting up in front of groups of people. But something about having the pressure of explaining to my whole 9th grade Biology class the process of frog reproduction???

It's just not doin' it for me.

Tomorrow it will all be over, and to this we give thanks.

Flying Plastic.

There are many sport teams out there.....

• football
• soccer
• lacrosse
• rugby
• cheer
• track
• swim...

But Frisbee???

My dear pal Maddie Hyde and I were contently sitting on our froggie quilt after our events at today's track meet, when we noticed something. A group of striking young men doing drills.... with a frisbee. Diving to the ground all legit like, to catch.. a frisbee. As they jogged around the field to become buffer, I approached them with the question, "Are you guys on a Frisbee team?" I was pleasantly answered with, "Ya. It's competitive." Competitive Frisbee. Who would've thought. Not me and Maddie.. that's for sure...

So, thanks to my track meet, I have a new life goal.. and it has nothing to do with track.

This girl is going to be on a Frisbee team.

March, 2011

March is almost over... sadly. Here are my top favorite quotes of March, 2011:

"Natalie- The cameras are looking at us."

"Cara, that's a fire alarm."

"_____ you have a bugar." -Chelea Corrington

"It smells like ham.."

"Ben, it's a pig."

"I practice my burps every night." -Maddie Hyde

"Grandpa Corrington???"

"My grandpa's deaf in one ear..."

"You're grandpa's been dead for two years?" -Chelea Corrington and Natalie Mortensen

"We have to mug him to get to the apple juice."

"OOH... that's what mugged means..." -Chelea Corrington and Natalie Mortensen

My life...is awesome (:

Dance. It. Up.

Ever since the seventh grade, I've been anxious for that one night. The night of the ninth grade night dance. Sounds lame, I know, but I couldn't help it! Getting my first "Fancy" dress, dancing with "the guy of my dreams"...

Then it came.

Saturday, March 19, 2011 started out by me waking up and making some dang good bisquick waffles with my best pal Chelea. The day went on, and we went to a friends house for a good hang out, then returned home to get ready for THE DANCE.

We walked in the front doors of old Lehi Jr. High, and payed our five dollars to the very happy gentlemen who got volunteered to be the..."ticket giver-outers", and agreed to do so under the conditions that they could watch the BYU basketball game on their Ipad while doing the job.

We continued our walk down the hallway, toward the "Better Together" themed lunch room, and on our way, passed a few of the "wash-rag wearers". We all know what I mean- the girls who wore the dresses that barely went passed their zebra print spankies; the spankies that they HAD to wear so that they could even be let into the dance... Because when they would jump up and dance, their dresses were more like shirts. Interestingly enough, those people were with the same group of girls who went all out PROM dress shopping. Their floor length dresses decked out in sequins and...fluff. They stand by, waiting to be nominated prom queen. Those girls you later saw sitting down on the floor crying because their boyfriend danced with someone other than them.

Oh the ninth grade drama(:

Just across the room from all of those sweet spirits, you see a group of kids. A group of ninth grade kids being crazy and loving life. Dancing with whoever, because everyone's friends. Those kids,,, are my kids. (: The ones that I call my friends... because we don't get caught up in Junior High Drama. We realize that there's life beyond four years of high school.

So, here I am- Sunday, March 20, 2011. The dance is over. It was good, and now it's over. I give thanks that I payed $30 for my reusable dress, and feel bad for the girls who bought their $200+ dresses that will never be worn again. For what? An hour and a half dance at Lehi Jr. High.(: As for the dance with the boy of my dreams, that's yet to come. But it will. (:

Got OCD???

My Top 10 OCD symptoms...

1. When I eat food, I must have equal amounts in both sides of my mouth...
2. Generally, when doing punctuation marks, I do them in sets of 3.
3. I feel awkward when going up staircases containing an odd number of stairs.
4. I HATE when people play with their gum or put in anywhere other than their mouths or the trash. (Yes.. I sound like a mother...)
5. Bare feet. I can't stand bare feet.
6. When using the same eating utensil for different foods, I have to wipe off my utensil as to leave no trace of the first food before using it on the second food.
7. I find it very bothersome when rugs are messed up, or have the edges rolled over.
8. I hate when people run their hands (or bare feet) through the carpet.
9. People who try to sound good while singing 100 % of the time... I love when people share their vocal talents in performances, but when I'm walking down the halls belting Hannah Montana with my amigos, please don't come out-sing me with your Christina Aguilera vibrato.
10. Last but definitely NOT least- WET SOCKS. Just imagine... You're walking around your house, and you walk innocently into the kitchen. As you approach the fridge, you feel water soak into the bottom of your sock. Do you think, oh no biggie, I love having WET FEET. No... the correct response is: Who spilled the water and left it here for me to step in?!! Wet.Socks.Are.Not.Cool.

Middles

So I was thinking..... I was thinking about my day, about my life, about everything, when I came to a very interesting word. The word middle. There's a middle to pretty much everything that I can think of. The next thing I realized, was that most middles.... stink.

The middle of the week- EVERYONE knows that Wednesday is the most hated day. It separates seven days in such a dull, dreadful way.

The middle of a class period-Biology. You look over at the clock, and see that it's only 10:15. Once again, HATED.

The middle of humans- awkward to talk about, I know... but think about it... what person doesn't ever complain about their "middle"??

The middle of a Donut- that one is simply a rip off, because donuts have no middles. Jelly Donuts, you are okay, but not many people want some fruity substance spoiling their fried snack.

The middle of a Track Event-Half way through any race, you're wishing you were the one in first place, who is most likely already done.

*HATED

I could go for hours.

So middles, could you please improve your reputation? Because..... most people strongly dislike you... that is, unless you are the middle of a Hostess Cupcake.(:

Love,

Natalie (:

Romeo Romeo....

The following post is rated O for opinionated. (:

Shakespeare.

Has there ever been a more perverted, chemically unbalanced man in the history of the world? The answer is simply, utterly, and completely, NO.

Romance?

Maybe, just maybe, I'm the only one who doesn't find: falling in love, getting married, and committing suicide all in one months time of each other NOT romantic. I must confess, when Mr. Favorite teacher EVER announced to my 9th grade English class that we were beginning our Romeo and Juliet unit, there was a hidden (verrrry hidden), deep excitement inside of me. I mean, everyone says Shakespeare is romantic... right???

Wrong.

So here I am, approximately two months after that day. The small, hidden excitement in my heart for the "Romantic Story" has been dumped on the side of the road, and recycled into annoyance, heebee-jeebees (spelling?), disgust, and an overall longing to never read Shakespeare- Ever again. I realize that this is an unrealistic wish, but... i'm going for it. I don't mean to offend any Shakespeare fans- if you enjoy him, that's just fine and dandy.(:

It's just a bit much for my little fifteen year old brain.

Words(:

Alright... I'm not sure where to start... so I'll just jump into this. Yes? YES. (:

I must first say, I'm not a writer... or an inspirational writer at least. I write what I would say out loud. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not starting this blog to empty out my emotions or to tell any inspirational thoughts or stories. I'm simply writing because.... I want to share my awesome life.(: