Goodbye California.

This morning, Katie Murphy and I left for EFY this morning at a whopping 10am. That was a stretch for me and Katie due to the fact we are on summer time, plus we both procrastinated on our packing and were forced to squeeze in some time before taking off to Salt Lake City, Utah. This year marks my third year of EFY in Provo, Utah- which in my opinion is the place to go for EFY. Because Katie is an EFY-virgin, she was so excited and had no clue what to expect. We both looked at this experience as pre-look at what rooming together in college would possibily be like. I am curious to see how this will turn out, because me and Katie are complete opposites. I am a complete slob and see no harm in living in a room with no visible floor and piles of clothes in every corner. Katie, on the other hand, has OCD and has to have everything in order and perfectly tidy and organized. So this week will be an adventure, for sure.

The Fray!

Today I got a phone call at around 1 in the afternoon, that seriously made me so happy. My best friend, Karenna Soto, surprised me in saying that she got The Fray/Jack's Mannequin tickets for tonight at the Verizon Amphitheatre! I was trying to tickets for this, but was unsure if I could go because I'm leaving for Utah tomorrow morning. The concert was amazing; the Fray sounds so much better live and Jack's Mannequinn brought me back to last summer with "I'm Ready" and "Holiday From Real." Karenna and I went, along with half of my high school was there. The Fray's song "Never Say Never" and "How to Save a Life" struck a chord with Karenna and I and consequentially of course made us tear up a little. We felt like losers, but it was very therapeutic for the trials we've gone through together for the past year. However, we were forced to miss the Fray's encore, because we had to be home before curfew. I was so happy though that I got to be apart of this though. It might possibly be the best concert this summer.

My New Baby, E20

This is my new love. For my 16th birthday, I gave my parents the choice of gifting me either a Mercedes GLK or a Viking sewing machine. No surprise, I received the Viking. My friend was confused whether the sewing machine was a good present or not. Because not only am I the only one of my friends who is fascinated with activities that numerous grandmas aliken to, but also because once I unwrapped the sewing machine, my mom gave me a list of "projects" to do like: repairing all the torn blankets in the house and replacing the buttons on her clothes, ect. 

Today I was able to put my sewing machine to good use. The free classes that came with this baby began today, and boy were they interesting. I showed up and I was the only person who was under the age of 50. The lady who was in charge of the Beginner's Class was - let's just say, accustomed to the sewing world for quite some time. Within the first 10 minutes, she was fed up with my questions and pretended like she didn't hear my questions or comments for the rest of the class. After I watched her discipline another woman who was advanced in her years, she continued to yell at me for my lack of preparation in class. The two-hour class did teach me a lot about the ins and outs of entering the world of sewing as a beginner. 

Note to self: do not take classes from RoseMary, the sewing nazi from Denmark.