Two weeks ago was the Battle of the Sexes at my high school. Each day was a different dress up day and on Friday we had an assembly to decide the winner. The cheerleaders performed in the assembly so naturally the guys had to throw a cheer routine together so we wouldn't lose. I was lucky enough to get chosen to be a "flyer" for the stunting part of the routine. Just the name scared me, I kept thinking about being thrown across the gym and landing on my head. My fears were faced and i survived. Here's the video link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DE2yVnKJIgY

Heaven in a Cup

Today while I was contemplating the meaning of life I started thinking about my favorite things. One of which is a slurpee. Slurpees are a panacea. They solve all of life's problems, or at least make them seem not so big. Whenever I'm having a bad day I just go get a slurpee and my problems just seem to melt away. Maybe it has something to do with the enormous brain freeze you can get from a slurpee or maybe slurpees have hidden anti depressants in them. Whatever it is, slurpees are simply amazing.

I'm legal!

I passed! I passed the motorcycle license test with a hundred percent. Turns out that the motorcylce test is wayyy easier than the normal driving test. But that's probably because i took it on a scooter. Pretty soon I'll be looking like the picture above...

Muchos Thanks

A Big, HUGE, gigantic thank you to everyone who has sewn school bags for my eagle project!

An especially big thanks to my aunts and cousins who helped my mom finish them up at the retreat... they sewed so many bags!

Soccer is better...

Which do you think looks cooler?

Yesterday, I was at a friend's house (yes, i have friends) for an end of school party and we started talking about sports and how dance and cheer aren't sports. Since most of the females that were there were dancers or on cheer the discussion was getting pretty heated. Then this bloke has the audacity to say that soccer is lame. That is false. He obviously doesn't understand the true game of soccer and therefore made a false conclusion. Soccer is WAY better than taekwondo (his "sport" of choice). I've done both, I acheived black belt status (it's overrated), and i will testify to you that soccer is the superior sport in everyway. Trying to say taekwondo is better than soccer is like saying a typewriter is better than a laptop.

I got Tagged!

1. Post the rules
2. Answer all the questions about yourself
3. After you are done posting, tag 5 people.... GO!

1. What were you doing 10 years ago? I was building Legos with my friend Canon and taking taekwondo to become a kung fu master. Yeah i'm a lethal weapon.
2. Five things on your to do list today: finish this blog, do my homework, practice piano, brush my teeth, go to bed.
3. Snacks I enjoy: Nature Valley Vanilla Nut granola bars (taste like a fiesta in my mouth) and M&M's
4. What would I do if I was suddenly a billionaire. Donate mucho to charities and then buy my own ski resort and some sweet skis and a small shack for my parents on some remote beach :)
5. Three bad habits: I procrastinate...a lot. I hate going above and beyond. I tend to not listen and zone out (a blessing and a curse)
6. Five places I've lived: Salt Lake City, Casper, Las Vegas
7. Five jobs I've had- butler for my mom, housekeeper for my mom, Geneology project manager for my mom, landscape engineering for my mom, Resident genius for my mom.
8. Five things that people don't know about me: I can sort of breakdance, I hate salad...it's like eating a leaf, Riley is my middle name, I frequently wish I had a pirate ship, I can solve a rubik's cube.
TAG, You're it!: I don't have enough blogger buddies to tag 5 (I know...I'm a loser)

My Three-Sixty!

Over Spring Break my family went to Park City, Utah to go skiing. It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! The snow was sweet! While i was there i decided to set a goal for the week. I'd been trying to pluck up the courage to try a three sixty off a jump all season long, and I was determined to do one by the end of the week. Day one passed...no three sixty. Day two, three, and four...(see Day one). On the last day of our skiing trip I found the PERFECT jump to try the 360 on, it wasn't enormously huge like most of the others but was still big enough to be considered a jump. It was now or never. I went up to the jump and got ready to spin like my dad at a disco but I kinda forgot to actually spin. I wimped out. Plain and Simple. I hiked back up to the top of the jump approach and tried a second time...again I couldn't muster the courage to do. My hopes hit rock bottom as my skis hit the snow. I felt like a failure. It was horrible, I decided I couldn't live with myself until I had at least tried to do a 360. So I rode the lift back up and got ready to try again. Mentally I decided that it didn't matter if I broke my back trying as long as I at least tried. I approached the jump and got ready to spin. I was nearing the lip and started rotating my shoulders and head. Before I knew it I was in the air...spinning. I swear I heard a chorus of angels singing Hallujah! It was so beautiful I almost cried :)