Okay so like five mintues ago my mom asked me to get an onion from the outside fridge. The garadge was open because Adam and my parents had just gotten home from flag football. Walkin' on Sunshine was stuck in my head, so while I was searching through the fridge, I was singing that. Suddenly I hear someone say, "Helllllooo!" The voice, I think, had been calling me and had kept singing, not even hearing!!!! I whipped around, and it was this teenage sales person, peaking into our garage!!!! She asked for my parents, and I quickly went inside. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to scream!!!

I don't care how cool you think you are. I don't care if you got an A on your test, if you are on the cheerleading squad or basketball team, I don't care if you rescued the president from evil aliens!!!!- YOU ARE A BIG FAT LOOSER IF YOU CUSS!!!!!
Words are everything. Being a Mormon, bad words are fire that burn through you with pain and agony.
So as long as you don't cuss....

Today at church, during the second hour, Bro. Walker (it's weird, our new Bishopbrick is Bishop Walker, Bro. Brady, and Bro. Walker) came in and asked me to come with him for a minute to speak with him. So he took me to an empty room and then he told me that I had been called as the Beehives' Secretary. So during thrid hour, my parents and him came in and he and my dad set me apart. Hopefully I will do good!!!