I sat down to write...and this became..

This is it. I am listening to "You Could Be Happy" radio on Pandora. It is fabulous. Just what I feel right now. Except I shouldn't. Yes, I could be happy. And, so, I should be. I am just not feeling that giddiness that I am normally up to. Probably for a few reasons. #1. It is rare for me to be with my best friend these days. My other half. My Sarah Rex. I see her for a minute to start the day, and then its like POOF. She's gone to beauty school. And I am left alone. To fend for myself. Not feeling accepted, except by my sophomore friends. And Tanner and Connor Rock on.
#2. I am tired ALL the time and don't feel like I am progressing. Daddy is working on pills. #3. My transcripts haven't come back yet. Priority applying for BYU was on the 1st. I need them. Now.
#4. High School Boys. Fail. Girls, your Kisses are SILVER...RUBIES...GOLD! Don't waste them. Save them for the one to carry them. Whos hands are gentle. Fragile. Who will deserve them.
Girls, mark your stand NOW. Today. And NEVER settle for less. I have learned the not-so-easy way.

But. I am grateful for friends with warm hearts. With kind smiles. And who put up with my Frank and Blunt outlook. Even if I get in their face. They love me. I love them. That's how I am. I am grateful for a mother who puts up with me. Even though I FORGET EVERYTHING IMPORTANT. I love her. I am grateful for a cute sister to laugh with. Even if its laughing over what we were fighting about. I love her. I am grateful for a brother serving a mission. Who can barely fit through a door. Even if he doesnt come home til August. I love him. I am grateful for another brother who is talented, and hardworking. Who puts a smile on many, and can I say, a young Jimi Hendrix? Even though I don't see him as much as I'd like any more. I love him. I guess thats called growing up. I am grateful for a comforting father who laughs at the fact that I couldnt find the registration when I was pulled over . Who builds beautiful instruments, and fixes my back and everything wrong with me, even if I'm just a hypochondriac. Of some level. I love him. I am grateful for Jesus Christ. Who died on the cross, for ME. And for everyone else. I am grateful for being able to have Him to go to. When I have feeble knees and can fall and call on Him. Even though I am slightly stubborn and don't always call for help when I know I should. I love Him. I am grateful for my family. Even though it may not seem that way. They are with me forever, for eternity, and together we'll grow. Through Pain, through Trials, through Love. And with the help of our Heavenly Father.
Tis the Season for a greatful heart!

Now, I might be a bit more happy. Thinking of all of my blessings :)