Take the CHANCE

This is the last week of ninth grade, and boy! this year has flown by. Looking back on my year, I would say that it was pretty fun. But, I do have some regrets. I didn't "take the chance" enough. In seminary, I was always terrified to bare my testimony. I thought that I would just get up there and my words would slur and I would blush. But, I did promise myself that I would do it just once. The last period I had was the last time for baring testimonies, and I got up and did it. It wasn't scary. I didn't slur. I didn't blush. And I sat down feeling happy, and for the rest of this weekend, my life has been blessed and I have just felt generally better and more confident. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I was so held back by my fear, when in all reality, it was unrelavant. I would have also liked to participate in classes more than I did. I wish I had been more vocal everywhere. I wish I hadn't been so shy! So, next year, I want to be MORE. I don't want to be scared. That's about it.

My Life Soundtrack!

Life Soundtrack: Songs of Innocence and Experience

I haven’t really had that many exciting, extravagant or tragic events in my life; I am what you might call very ordinary. But of course, like all other teenagers, (and pretty much the whole of society) I spend loads of my time listening to music. And with those constant tunes in my ears, I tend to connect certain songs with people, places, events, and even feelings. Throughout my life, I have had certain songs stand out for being very connective with an event. I have listened and tried to put them in chronological order, and for the most part they are. I hope you enjoy the Sound Track of Mim, and if you ever want to go on to YouTube, you should give it a listen.

“Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles

Whenever I hear the beginning notes of this song, I have very strong happy feelings. I can just picture a sun coming up over a mountain to greet excited faces ready to be refreshed after a long, cold winter. “It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter. It seems like years since it’s been here.” This winter (and practically all the other winters I have had in my life) has seemed to take forever. But it does take a winter to realize how much I really love the warm sun. Who wouldn’t associate this song with the joyous times of summer?

“Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane

Until the third grade, I was homeschooled. In this song there is a specific line that reminds me out growing out of homeschool and has my argument for why I should go to public school, this line is as follows: “I’m getting older and need something to rely on.” I guess this doesn’t remind my exactly of homeschool itself, but the words appropriately show the feelings that I felt. I remember feeling like I was maturing, and another line from the song “Oh simple thing, where have you gone” reminds me of how I felt.

“I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz

In the sixth grade, I went to one of my best friend Josie’s cabin. I remember I had just been becoming familiar and fond with Jason Mraz’s songs, and upon meeting Josie’s dad, I thought that they looked so much alike. Whenever I hear this song, I think of her dad, and going to her cabin that fine winter week!

“Redemption Song” Bob Marley

In fifth grade, my sister, my dad, and I went to England to visit relatives, and just see and experience things in general. The plane ride was broken into two parts, 9 hours, and 3 hours. Luckily, I had my trusty brand new mp3, but the only music I had was Bob Marley. For those long hours on the plane, I listened to Bob nonstop.

“Island in the Sun” Weezer

In 2009 (I do believe) I went to Mexico with my dear friend Myrinda. One night, (yes, it was night, and to my excitement we didn’t get eaten by sharks, though it is unknown if there were some lurking around. And until my dad told us “we didn’t know what was in there” we had no intent of getting out of the water until sun rise!) the waves were ginormous. We were out there  on our little boogie boards singing our modified version of the song “Island in the Sun” which included all of the colors of the rainbow, Oh, good times, good times.

“Nobody’s Home” by Avril Lavigne

8^th grade was a rough year. I went through this phase with so much drama and just teenagerness that I got really depressed and turned into a real punk. “Nobody’s Home” was my main jam when I was feeling down. I was sad, and this song sunk to my level. Just to give you a taste of this song: “She wants to go home, but nobody’s home, it’s where she lies, broken inside.”

“Banana Pancakes” by Jack Johnson

I made new friends earlier in this year, (Tori, Brandt, Shane, Jake, Alex, Myrinda, Eliza…ETC…) and one of the first times we were at the Nye’s, Seth was entertaining us by singing this song in various different voices.

“Happy” by Nevershoutnever

This was the first song that I learned on the ukulele, and was also the first of many songs that we would play in the “Ukulele Group” we formed. I think it also symbolizes the group of all our friends. “You make me happy, whether you know it or not”. We are all pretty weird but fit into the group perfectly in our own ways.

“Better Together” by Jack Johnson

November of this year, I went to California with Myrinda. During the car ride home (it was a daunting 15 hours) I decided to memorize the song “Better Together”. Memorizing a song in one sitting takes listening to the song over and over again, which can be a tedious task. This repetition has resulted in me thinking of California, or rather the car ride back from there, every time I hear it.

“Tighten Up” by The Black Keys

This song reminds me of moving because when I was organizing my parent’s closet (in which I earned $100) nobody else was home, and I was belting this song with all of my heart and soul.

“We are Young” by Fun, and “Sail” by Awolnation

Both of these songs remind me of my best friend Tori because I found out about both of these songs through her, and whenever we are in her car, we like to blast them (along with others) and yell, practically scream them. She does this dance to “We Are Young” that I have to do every time it plays. Haha.

“I Just want to Run” by The Downtown Fiction

As you probably expected, this reminds me of track, and just running in general. When it is track season, I get in the best shape, and like this title of this song states “I JUST WANT TO RUN.”

Thank you for looking into my life soundtrack. You have probably taken some things out of it that you may or may not have known before about me. I have a really fun filled life, with only one or two sad events taking place. I am pretty much your average Joe, but I may look at things differently than you, or any other average Tim might.

Mother's Day: my mothers

 Well, Happy Mother’s day to all. Included in this post will be the letter that I wrote to my mom for this Mother’s Day. But for part of this entry I would like to include a tribute to women that I consider one of my “mothers”.

My Aunt Diana. Throughout my life, me and my cousin Makenna were what you might call “best cousins”. We did so much together (I resist saying EVERYTHING, but it was pretty close to that). We had sleepovers at least once a week (I was homeschooled around this time, so I had a pretty clear schedule). Since I was over there so much, I became very close with my Aunt Diana. After the years of freedom passed, and both Makenna and I’s schedules fogged up, I kind of broke off from Makenna for a while. We ceased having sleepovers weekly, and only got to see each other every once in a while when we would have a family gathering. I always was close to my Aunt Diana though. I remember once my parents were going on a backpacking trip, and my siblings and I had to spend a few nights over at their houses. Because my cousin participated in dance, she had to be gone for the day. I went to All-a-Dollar with Diana, got some snacks, then went back and just watched movies. I love my Aunt Diana.

Mama Nye. I have lived in the Nye’s ward for about 7 or 8 years, and all the years previous to these last two I would always hear the term “Mama Nye”, but thought it was just a catchy phrase for her. I didn’t think that it would actually apply! I started to call her Mama Nye after one rather depressing night in mutual. I was the newest beehive, and just felt like I had no friends. I was trying to fit in so hard, but it just seemed as if everybody had their crowds set and I wasn’t in with any of them. We were walking on this trail (which I can’t remember the name of) and all the girls had bikes except for me. Mama Nye was walking with me, and just talking to me. It made me feel so much better about my position in the Young Women’s! I remember another time, again after a mutual night, I was still kind of having troubles fitting in, and I asked Mama Nye for a ride home. Of course, she agreed to, and we set off. We were just sitting in the car the whole way, a few chit chats here and there, but mainly the whole ride I was busy feeling down because I didn’t fit in. When I stepped out of the car, I said “Thanks” and she replied with something like “Anytime other daughter!” Once again, it boosted my self esteem. Mama Nye continues to be a person that I look up to. I am over at their house a lot, mostly until late into the night, and I love it there, there is so much love in their home. Mama Nye IS Mama Nye to every kid she associates with. She holds a very big part in my heart because I know that I can always turn to her. There is no better way you can describe her.. “Mama Nye” has its own description, and I wish that I could somehow explain it. She is like a second mom to so many lucky people, and I am happy to list one of them as me.

Lastly, I would like to express my love and gratitude for my own mother. Though I love these two women that I have written about, my Mom is a different story. Of course she gave birth to me, raised me through the rough and even the smooth, and continues to provide for me, there is more than that. My Mom is my friend. Sometimes I can see myself in her actions, and it is very reassuring that maybe, just maybe, I could grow up to be like this miraculous woman. She has the best work ethic I have ever seen, and is truly my inspiration for my drive with everything I can do. Gotta impress Mom! It is the best gift when I get her approval, and I love her oh so very much! She’s stuck with me for so many years, and I know she will stay with me for however more! I love my Mommy!

Now, here is the letter that I wrote to my mom for this mother’s day!

 Haven't I already told you?

How pretty you are?

How understanding you are?

How funny you are?

How your style is on the dot?

How generous you always are?

How you’re so healthy?

Haven't I already told you!!!!

How I love to go shopping with you?

Walking is the best (for my health, and for a good time) when your around?

You help me in time of crisis (like that one time {almost every week} when I didn't have any clothes? Yeah, you got them for me.

You pay for all my wants and needs.

You got my back, like a good friend should.

You read so fast I can't even keep up.

Honestly. Haven't I already told you?

How good you make me feel about myself when I am down?

How you are so supportive?

And honest when it comes to...everything.

How you know what cute boys look like when you see them and you point them out to me?

How you are so cool? (Seriously though. I am so happy you don't wear mom jeans... I got to have my extra supply of clothes!)

That you have great work ethic?

You work harder than you sleep. (Which is a big thing for you)

How smart you are?

How you have great ideas always?

How you are so outgoing and can talk to anyone?

Haven't I already told you all of these things?

Don't I tell you them on a regular basis?

Well, yes, I do!

But I will continue telling you these things for the rest of your life!

First, because I love you, and they are true!

And second, because (even out of all my "moms") you are the best mom in the world!

Have a very happy mother’s day!!!!

(And while you’re at it, enjoy being your stunning new age of 30!!!! {The age everyone thinks you are})

Love, Mim

I just cant think of anything fresh to write about. Enjoy some science!

          Water is one of the main factors of life. The planet is 74.3824% water. 97.5% of all water on Earth is salt water, 2.5% as fresh water. So, we don’t have much water that is drinkable, comparably. This article interested me, because everyone needs water, including me!

          Suat Irmak is a professor in biological system engineering. He is trying to make it so that less water is loss from evaporation from plants and soil. Nebraska uses a lot of water to irrigate crops. So he decided to do the research and experiments there. To try to save water from being unnecessarily evaporated, he has made an underground drip catching system to prevent it. There are also machines that measure how much water is being evaporated from the crops, so they can make the necessary changes and adjustments to save as much water as possible.

          My opinion on this study is that it is a good way to use their time and money since water is so vital to the survival of everything. But, as always, I will stick with my theory of leaving things as natural as possible. More problems could come to the surface after using this new system. I also don’t know why they would do that right now, when it has been raining so much. So, I think they should really take a long look at the different things that may come up. Determine whether it is really worth their time, and money.

          I know that it has been raining a lot lately because my basement got flooded, along with many others in my neighborhood. So, I don’t know why the rain shouldn’t just be used to water the crops, and let the natural water cycle go on in its ways that it was created to be made in. If “global warming” is really happening, then fresh water from glaciers and stuff will be melted and we will have that much more drinkable water. But I do support this, because you can never have enough water.

Please one, disappoint the other.

At this very moment, I am on two teams. Fairfield Track Team. And Wasatch Soccer. These past (how long has track been going on?) weeks, I have been so stressed and overbooked. Track everyday, soccer 5 out of 7 days, and just various social activities. Last year, I was so much better at track than this year. I just can't run as fast. I can run longer, but not faster, so distance is out of the picture. Anyway, the coaches loved me last year. I could do the 400 in 1:11 and I hung out with all the... "Track Stars" even though I wasn't the best, I was good enough. This year I went in pretty much expecting that I would do the same. When my first time came out as 1:21 though, I got thouroughly disappointed in myself. The weird part is that I am in better shape than last year. My soccer coach then all the sudden decided to have soccer practice... Mondays 5-6, Wednesdays 6-7, Thursdays (game days), Fridays 6-7, and Saturdays (game days). Track ends at 5 on week days and 4 on Fridays. So for a week, I went from track to soccer everyday, and with other commitments, I wouldn't have any time for homework or anything until 8 or 9 every night. I was totally over doing it. Then the first track meet came. I had four events... I did all of them, and even after my last race (the medley) finished my race, took off my shoes, got a few comments from the coaches, and ran to my car while the rest of my team was finishing it up. Consequently, I didn't get to my soccer game until the beginning of the second half (40 minute halfs). My coach, who was pretty furious, didn't put me in until the last ten minutes.  I cried to myself on the side line because I very much wanted to go in. After the game, my dad ran into Home Depot. While he was doing his buisness in there... I called a very dear friend of mine. I told him about my track meet and game and how my coach punished for me being late, I asked for advice because I obviously couldn't be doing both even though I loved both very, very much. He asked which I was better at. Which was soccer, of course. I then told my soccer coach that I wouldn't be late again. I ended up getting kicked from three of my events. At the next track meet, I finished high jump, and found out that my medley team needed me. So, again I ran my race, and ran to the car. I made it to my game in time, and my coach played me the whole time and we won 5-0. Now, I don't qualify for the 400 anymore because I didn't try very hard for the second round of timings because I had decided I wanted to be more serious with soccer. The last track meet is coming up this Thursday, and I want more than anything to run more events. But, I also have a game that starts right in the middle of the track meet. Right now I am really stressing about it. Should I try to qualify again? What if I can't make it to the event if I do qualify? Now my soccer coach loves me again, and has gone back to starting me, but now I feel like I let down my track team. I can't wait until track is over.

And it all started because of a dream...

When I was little, my most terrifying fear was black dogs. And it all started because of a dream. I dreamt that I was in the basement of my old old (that is two houses old... if ya get me) house and these three huge dogs shattered the window, and started to relentlessly rip me apart. As I watched limbs fly, I actually felt pain. I woke up terrified. Throughout my childhood, I was deathly scared of black dogs. I have grown out of that, of course, but a theme has arose... my deeply fears are caused from experiences that I have in dreams. One that has stuck, is murderers. So the dream goes like this: I was home alone, watching the news (I wasn't in my house though...O.o) and this picture of a horredous woman came up "Murderer on the loose". This woman had eyes like steel, emotionless, cold, evil, and you could tell that she had caused pain, just from her eyes. I then heard the backdoor open. Thinking it was my parents, I stood up, happy as could be. To my dismay, the woman was standing there. A bag in her hand. I frantically reached for anything to fight her off... I took a firm grasp on the remote, and threw it at her head, missing by centimeters, she ran at me with a knife. Killing me.
Another, I am at a wedding in Yellowstone. I was walking over to this podium thing to give a speech, and all the sudden, the earth splits, and lava is splashing all over, seeing that I was probably doomed where I was, I jumped hoping to get to the other side. I missed my destination just by a few inches, again, falling to my death.
Yet another, I was in Mexico, and the ocean started to rise. Everyone else was running, but I felt that I could swim. While I was under the water, it lowered itself drastically, I hit my head, and, yes, you guessed it... DIED.
Here ya go again, I was trapped somewhere (can't remember) and since I am way claustrifobic, I ended up killing myself.
I also have "Hunger Game" like dreams, and I never can win. Never. I always die.
Sadly, in my dreams, as you can see, I always die. My friend (lucky her) always has the man of her dreams come and save her from her near fate. I am always the one determining it though. Like, I could have run away with the murderer, or the dogs. But, I stay for the fight and always end up loosing. After analyzing my dreams, and a few instances in my life, I have the "Fight" instinct in the "Fight or flight" thing. I think that is why I always die, because I never really stand a chance. Once, I was walking home from my one friend's house with my other friend. It was way dark, and I am deathly scared of the dark, all the sudden this dog comes out from the bushes barking and running at us. My friend sprints down the road, but I stop frozen, with clenched fists ready to fight, but still very close to fighting. It is always a thing with me. Sort of depressing knowing that I will die if I get in a situation like that. Hopefully they will be weak. If I ever encounter a bear, I will die. Ah, crap.

we are IMPACTED

Today I was writing my book review on Goodreads (Okay, okay, so maybe my life is so dismal that I do homework that isn't even due over spring break. But, who cares, right? He he,,, not me...) and I thought I was doing a spectacular job, I actually thought that it was some of my best writing. I had written like 4 paragraphs (long paragraphs, might I say) and I was getting into it, and was actually enjoying writing it, I thought it was way insightful..Whether anyone else would think the same is debatable, but anyway. I was listening to some Coldplay on youtube, and then I realized that it was preventing me from getting done with my review faster, so I went to delete that tab, and accidentally deleted all the tabs, resulting in a loss of all my book review. I was so mad! I can't believe that it didn't save anything! I think that an improvment is needed here! So I gave up, because it frustrated me so much. It was going to be my blog for this week. But because of the tragic loss of all my hardwork, this will have to do.
Once upon a long time ago, my science teacher said something in class. My science teacher isn't that exciting so I don't remember the lesson and don't recollect why he would have said such a thing that left such an impact on my life. (Okay, now that I am thinking about this, I don't exactly recall how he worded this, or how to word this at all, but let's give this a chot.....) Everything that you come in contact with has an impact on you, and ultimatly is what builds you up to be the person that you will be. The only reason that this has stuck with me is because he said "Like, Honors English students, they will be different than those who haven't read Great Expectations." I was like oh dang..thats me I am so cool. But the more that I have thought about it, the more it has intriged me. It has totally given me a new perspective on the world, and my life. It made me want to DO things. Doesn't it make you want to do the same? I want to travel, to Rome specifically, just to see things. (NERD ALERT FOR THE NEXT SENTENCE) I have actually been researching some things over the break. Did you know that whole wheat bread and whole wheat pasta is actually bad for you, conflictive to prior beliefs? Yeah! Crazy, huh? I also went and got a tour of the Conference Center in SLC and when before I wouldn't have enjoyed going to tour a building that I have been in before, I actually learned a lot. It seats 21,000 people, and on the roof there is a garden, on the west side of the roof it looks like it would if you were in the Rockies; pine trees and such. On the east side, it looks like what it would have looked like if you were in the Oker (is that the right spelling?) mountains, more meadowy with flowers and things. It was gorgeous, and I ended up loving the tour. Our tour guide was German, and that was pretty cool. Something that I have been thinking too, is that even if you saw the exact same things as someone else, you would take them different. So everything is unique for you.
This was probably pretty boring for you to read, because it is pretty personal to me. But there are some things that I would like you to take out from reading this; NOW is the time to get out and do things. Get off your lazy butt and do something awesome. Have an impact on someone else. I love the signs that you see sometimes on the highway that say "unplug". If you haven't seen some, I do believe that there is one on I15, but I am not really sure. Also, nothing is going to be enjoyable unless you go into it with an attitude that it will be worth while and fun. So, maybe you should be nerdy once in a while! (: