Some Embarrassing Things

I've got some deep, dark secrets guys.

They're on youtube, but you have never seen or heard these before.

Okay, well some of you may have, but here they are.

This is when I was in...8th grade, maybe.

Paramore was really big and I was still really into singing (something I'd like to get into, again).

I didn't practice nearly enough, but Derek and I attempted to do a "cover" with the song in the backround. I'm singing and he is playing bass. The video is dark, so this one is just worth listening to.

This is Emily and I in the bathroom when we were in 8th grade. I am ashamed of 8th grade me, but here you go.

By the way, that is a teacher that walks in at the end there. We weren't allowed be be just hanging out in the bathroom during lunch, but we were rebellious kids (or something along those lines) and always did.

In 8th grade, Mrs. Barnes took the whole class out and taught us to do the Cotton Eyed Joe, Peanut Butter Jelly Time, and a few other dances. I had someone record this one. I had some Brittany girl record this one. I'm the person with her jacket falling off and absolutely no rhythm.

And...my 8th grade boyfriend.

Talk about hyperactivity.

I don't know how our parents stood us.

Here is a video taken earlier in 2012 of Dani and I playing just Dance.
It's pretty funny, actually.
Mostly because I'm such a god-awful dancer.

And to finish up, here is a video of me and my ex-kitten, Nubbs.
Sorry the video is sideways.

To my old friends, current family, and future self.

It's 4:30am. whoa! wait a minute! It's 4:30am? I was supposed to pass out like 3 and a half hours ago. Hopefully work doesn't try to call me in before noon because I'll be sleeping like a rock.

Anyway, I've been really wrapped up in my own life lately that I forgot to take a step back and look at everyone else's. I really miss...all the memories I have. I really want to talk about a few of them and maybe just get some things off of my chest.

To my very best middle school friends: I'm so sorry we drifted apart. We used to be inseperable. I thought we always would be. You guys always kept tabs on eachother, you guys stayed close because God kept you close. I'm sorry I left in such a rush and I'm sorry that I've probably let down all the dreams of fun things we would do together.

To my family: I don't know what anyone thinks of me anymore, but I want everyone to know that I wouldn't a single thing back.

To me:

Things are really chaotic. Every day is a struggle, but I know you'll make it through. You went through a perdiod of always saying that: "I'll figure it out." The funny thing was, when you started saying that, you always did figure some sort of solution out. I hope thats how you work things out right now. You'll figure it out. Things won't be easy for quite awhile, now. You really have no idea what is going to happen or how things are going to happen, but the most you can do is hope for the best and take things as they come. Don't give up.

(I'm going to recieve this e-mail on September 1st: Charles' birthday via http://www.futureme.org/ )