Saturday

Folklore by Fire.









"My eyes burn everybody smokes. My eyes burn everybody smokes. I smoke too but not as much as you, I do the smoke detector."

Last night some friends and I went camping and we sat around the fire and told stories about all kinds of life- surprisingly, no scary stories were passed around but almost every person there (save me and 2 other girls) had been on missions, some to the same mission, and they told all kinds of mission stories. Someone even dropped the term "folklore" (just not during the mission swapping stories). And in the morning when we woke up, those of us that were left wrote our nicknames in the fire pit. It was rad.

Friday

TV Shows

Last week my friend told me about an Office party.
Yesterday my Visiting Teachers came over at 7:50 
Though they were scheduled at 8.
They didn't want to miss the Office.
Kendra Becci and I watched the Office at 8.
This morning when I walked into class students were laughing about it.
Later it was brought up as Folklore along with Heroes and Grey's Anatomy.
On my way outta class I heard more voices discussing it.
I'll probably hear about it again when my ears get unplugged.

Wednesday

Johnny Appleseed.

I have had Johnny Appleseed stuck in my head all. day. long.

Tuesday

Of Cake and Men





"He always does this. It's what he always does."
"He just wants to have his cake and eat it too."
"EXACTLY! He wants to have his cake and eat it too!"
"MEN."


Monday

U STINK!

During the closing prayer at my FHE group tonight, a boy in my group scribbled the words "U STINK!" on a piece of paper and when the girl next to me opened her eyes after saying "Amen" the phrase written before loomed right before her eyes and she LAUGHED. It was irreverent and surprisingly funny. And I doubt it has never happened before.

Boys start telling girls mean things from the time they are little. 
Usually when they like them.
And FHE? That has Mormon tradition and folklore stamped all over it.

Sunday

Any Song Can Be a Folk Song for Someone


"And I'm not going back into rags or in the hole and our bruises are comin but we will never fold. And I was your silver lining as the story goes. I was your silver lining but now I'm gold. Hooray, hooray but now I'm gold. And I was your silver lining high up on my toes but you were running through fields of hitch hikers, as the story goes. Hooray, Hooray, I'm your silver lining. But now I'm gold. And the grass it was a-tickin and the sun was on the rise. I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die and I was your silver lining as the story goes. I was your silver lining but now I'm gold." -Rilo Kiley. Silver Lining.

[She Broke FREE. Just like me.]