I know I'm 19, but I sometimes get so confused by life I feel like I'm 5

Things like these

First of all, click here.

Did you click it? Yes?

If you just watched a crappily recorded video of a few kids dressed in purple doing the Harlem Shake, you just watched something I'm very proud of.
I wasn't a part of it, I didn't witness it, and I wasn't there. But when I saw it I was touched.

Those are kids at my high school - Clear Lake High School.

They're supporting Relay for Life, an event that raises money for cancer research and funding for cancer patients through the American Cancer Society.

And they got involved. Two years in a row, CLHS has been the host of the event. And participation has skyrocketed, funds increase every year, and I am continually amazed.

I'm so grateful to have come from such a wonderful place where people are so giving and teach their children to be giving. They recognize needs in the community and seek to fill them. That's something I have yet to find here at BYU and I feel few people could ever truly understand the impact of that small town.

I'm loving my new life here in Provo, but there isn't a day that goes by where I'm not thankful for my little lakeside town in Northern California that taught me some of the most important values in my life.

CLHS IN THE NEWS

Operation Tango Mike
Photo Credit: Ginny Craven

CLHS Grads Helping at OTM
Photo Credit: Ginny Craven

Credit: CLHS Newsletter

Credit: CLHS Newsletter

Paint the Stands Pink - Breast Cancer Awareness
Credit: CLHS Website

The Internet

So I'm sitting here at the delightfully perfect time of 12:20 in the morning thinking about how I should go to bed, but clearly I procrastinate even that. And I'm stalking one of my favorite blogs - definitely could be THE fav. Anyway, I'm sitting there just catching up on posts because it's been a while and I realize how weird the internet is. Like I don't know if anyone else has noticed it, and it definitely didn't hit me until today. But there are just so many weird things about the internet!
It makes stalking easier.
It didn't exist until fairly recently, but now it seems like a staple.
It's definitely required to succeed in college now (sort of bittersweet, I suppose).
Do we even know how to communicate without it?
And yet, here I am writing about the internet on the internet because I'm too lazy to pull out a pen and pencil and write it all down. So yes, I recognize the irony in all the words written up to this point.
I really don't know where I'm going with this, but I feel like I definitely have some thoughts about it now I guess.

Ps. I shouldn't be allowed to function after 12. For evidence, read above post.

I'm Surrounded By Sickos

No, I don't mean weirdos. I mean literally sick people. With germs and stuff. And in the dorms, it's like a cruise ship where you can't escape it and you're doomed basically.

Four girls on my floor are sick - one of them being my roommate (Way to go, H).
Marissa came over today and got sick.

By some miracle it hasn't hit me yet. Thank goodness. I can't afford to be sick!

Here's to me loading up on the Vitamin C in hopes that I avoid the (not quite as serious as back in the day) plague.

Prayers are welcome in my behalf. Oh and I guess the sick people too. ;)

Camp Kesem

There are 1.7 million cancer cases a year in the United States that affect individuals and their families. The support is there for grown-ups; but the special emotional needs of children of adult cancer patients have been overlooked. Simply put: kids are often left to deal with these personal tragedies on their own; and if parents themselves are struggling with illness, their sons and daughters frequently miss the simple joys of childhood.

Since 2000, Camp Kesem has given children affected by a parent’s cancer the opportunity to just be kids.  The ever-expanding Kesem community engages in camp activities like sports, arts and crafts, and drama to give campers a fun-filled week.  Campers also participate in “Cabin Chats” with fellow campers and counselors, giving children the chance to share their experiences with each other.  There are plenty of laughs and lots of emotional support, but Camp Kesem does not provide therapy.  The tremendous fun and support campers experience is what makes Camp Kesem a transformative, magical week for campers and counselors alike.

Due to the financial burden placed on families coping with cancer, Camp Kesem camp programs are offered free of charge. Families are invited to donate to support Camp Kesem.

If you wish to donate to Camp Kesem, click here.

Don't forget! If you are in the Provo area on March 14th, check out this event.

Sunday Night Letters

Well, at least I'm consistent at being inconsistent (You like that? See what I did there? Mindblowing, right?)
Sometimes when I'm procrastinating (I seem to blog a lot in light of procrastination), I stalk other blogs, and then I'm like, I need to write a new blog post! It's been awhile! So obviously I'm going to do that.
And then I'm like, well dang it. Now I need something to write about. And then I think and think and think.

And a lot of that thinking is spewed out onto this blog. Because that way I can go back and laugh at myself, and ya'll will forget about it in a few days anyway.

So, here are my thoughts for the moment:

Dear Utah,
You're growing on me. It's kinda scary but I love it.

Dear Disneyland,
I MISS YOU SO MUCH. Why is this separation so great??

Dear Anatomy/Ochem,
You're kicking my butt. I hope you appreciate the tears. But you're going down. Brittani doesn't do badly in classes. It's just not okay with me.

Dear Mama Hen,
Sorry I didn't bring you Oj and ice cream when you were sick. Hopefully all my other freaking awesome character traits make up for my slip. Sorry lovie!

Dear you,
Hey it's my birthday soon. And I'm getting pretty excited. Just sayin.

PS.
Just in case you want to laugh:

You'd think the Utahns would get used to the snow. Guess not. Haha