Music is crazy sometimes.
Well songs are.

I was sitting on my bed just folding my laundry when Pandora decided to play a certain song.
I've heard it a million times and sung it just as many.

But this time was different.
Coincidentally the song applied to my life directly.
                                                     This doesn't happen to me often.

I'm thinking this is just a little way for God to remind me that it's all in his hands. I just have to wait and see how it plays out.

I've listened to it on repeat a few times since.              


                                     Just a few.

Just Daydreaming...

Maybe I'm crazy but I'm smitten.

Blood drive.

I've always felt obligated to make an effort to donate.

They say that they always need more donations.

So of course, despite the fact that whenever I get a shot, my adrenaline makes me feel like punching whoever is holding the needle, I convince myself I should do it.

I've only actually succeeded in getting in the chair once.

One time I was too light.

All the other times, I wasn't allowed because my mom or play director said I couldn't.

Well yesterday there were signs everywhere.

So I went.

I went in that room very confident with myself.

A poke in the finger.

Two stabs in the arms.

Only 3/4 of a pint of blood.

And

A great passing out story later

I walked out of there with a very full pack of snacks, completely mortified.




I don't think I'm ever going to try again.

Bedtime

I have come to the conclusion that once I hit 1:00 A.M. my brain completely shuts down.

Normally I'm forgetful and distracted, resulting in a seriously unfocused Trina. 

But once my brain shuts down it all goes. 

My homework is piling up but it won't help anybody if I'm not actually processing what I am reading.

Bed time.

(This state isn't too productive. Obviously.)

Hakuna Matata

Good morning.

So the second blow of midterms is this week.

I only have 2 exams & I've finished 1 already.

It was American Heritage. There wasn't really any studying happening.

Just cramming. 

I am really proud of the grade I on the last exam

But I studied more.

This round? Not so well.

I think it's a result of my real lack of motivation.

Honestly right now school is only second on my list of importance. That sounds terrible but there no point in lying. I think dance and sleep are winning. 

My body is stressed but I haven't really let myself stress myself out.

I've quit worrying too much about things that I can do without.

Putting on make-up in the morning.

Picking out a cute flattering outfit for the day.

Eating three well rounded meals. So long as it's food.

I'm still showering. That would be gross.

Sadly sometimes this is necessary.

   We have to evaluate what is most important and there need to be sacrifices. I didn't do well on my American Heritage exam, which is the pits but I can't say I deserve a better score. 

I don't.

I studied for the grade I got. It's in the past. 

All I can do now is learn from my mistake and study better for the final. 

And hey at least I didn't fail the exam! 

Life will go on. 

A Birthday.

Not everyone appreciates the reminder that one more year has passed, but I'm okay with it. For now. 

There is just so much to look forward to on Birthdays, I don't see why I wouldn't love them. I get calls from my siblings and we just talk about life. I get to pick what we get to eat for dinner and not have to prepare it. I get the feeling of being extra special.  It's one year closer to the rest of my life. I love the excitement of not knowing what is going to happen in the next year.

I can't say the the thought of getting older doesn't scare me. It does. I have a body right now and I love the  blessing it is. But how long am I going to be able to dance, run, hike or just go from day to day with the ease that I do now? What about my mind? I am a forgetful person as it is, what is going to happen when I get older?

It might be scary but it's alright because I will make the most of it. I heard that as we get older our bad traits become worse, so I am going to try my best right now to be the person I want to be when I am old. My memory might get lots worse but it's okay because I WILL remember that I'm alive and I have a body. So long as I can keep that thought alive in my mind, life is wonderful.


Every year my birthday has been different. One year when I was little my parents told me that I wasn't going to have a party that year and of course I believed them. Even when my sister asked me who I would invite if I were to have a party. I did get a party that year. For my sixteenth birthday I thought a surprise party would be the best. How I celebrated was the best but definitely not what I had in mind. Chelsey picked me up then we bought dinner at Wendy's and a Kong Kone at Macey's. For my eighteenth birthday, I would have never guessed that I would be running around Disneyland with my best friends.

I enjoyed this year's as much as any other. I slept in and then had some fantastic pancakes. I chuckled as I opened the gift Grandma gave me. You know your grandma loves you when she gives you a flashlight. I will make sure that I use it a lot in the future. After that Nat and I went to Costco for my ward calling. It was just the time they had all the free samples out... We headed home to put away our groceries but Eugene ran out of gas. That was an adventure. Natalie then took me to campus for a self defense class and we kinda just wandered around campus. We didn't take any stairs and rode all the elevators sitting down. So much fun.

What would a birthday be without a dance performance? While we were on campus, we decided to stop and watch the daCi day of dance performance. I love watching children dance. I then had the rest of the afternoon to study and get ready for my dinner date.

I was actually surprised when my friend said he wanted to take me out for dinner. I've never had a guy take me out for my birthday before but who would deny dinner with a friend. And I got to pick where we went. I chose mexican.

I think my talent for putting myself in embarrassing situations is really incredible. I hadn't eaten too much during the day because I was so looking forward to dinner. By the time we made it to the restaurant I was shaking. I don't know why it happens or what exactly triggers it but I would say it's kinda like hypoglycemia. I think he might have thought I was super nervous. While eating I spilled food on the table and I dropped my fork on the floor. Thankfully I didn't get any on myself. I also said some things that I didn't realize could be awkward till after I said them, but he was such a gentleman he just shrugged it off. It was a dinner full of opportunity to be embarrassed but I never felt embarrassed. This was momentous.

Anyway Kirk said that he was going to tell them to sing to me for my birthday and I threatened him not to. I thought I had won when he never said anything to our waiter. Just as I was finishing my smothered burrito, a group of waiters came in making lots of noise carrying the treat I would get if I endured this well. At that second I remembered Kirk had called that morning. They sang. Clapped. Kirk smiled, proud of his discreteness. And I turned red. But the fried ice cream was totally worth it.


When I got home, Natalie demanded I watch the movie she had just finished. It was a chick flick. The accidental husband. Really tender. Watch it.

As I lied in bed, I thought about what I had done for my birthday and decided that it was a wonderful day.

Blogs & Stories

I should be going to bed but I want to blog.

Maybe perhaps my relationship with Keeping a Simple Life has become... 

Unhealthy?

Doesn't matter.

I am featuring a great blog that I love.

People might say I'm biased because she is my sister but you know, 

She inspires me...

This is

Natalie.

And this is

her blog.

She is amazing.

Second reason I'm posting today, I love stories.

In every shape and form I'm obsessed.

I've experienced stories that have confused me. Others that have made me cry. And others that have just made me want to go lie in the street at twelve o'clock at night with Kelsey and look at the stars.

I believe stories can be experienced... When you have the opportunity to be apart of a story, it takes in your whole being. You think about the story. How it relates to life. How it relates to you. What you can learn from it.
You have to listen to the story. You have to watch the story play out, whether on a screen or in your mind.

I love to experience my stories in all forms.
Movies.

Television shows.

Books.

Dance.

Or just from somebody's memories.

I might not always have time or patience to experience stories in all their forms but I love them all none the less.