White Elephant

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this is me

Hey Guys,

I know I may not have had the best blog, but this blog has meant something to me. This blog has been my world. I am the girl who likes to hike, and find adventure in anything. I have a bad case of ADHD, and I am always tapping my feet in class. My red rain boots make me feel confident. And I could dance in the rain for hours. I really like to listen to music and mess around with my friends.

Christina is just a person who was brave enough to share some of my adventures, and favorite songs with you. She is the my confidence minus the rain boots. I hope you have enjoyed it because I sure have!



                                                                            Sincerely,
                                                                                Maggie Penn

Good songs to listen to

the heart

 From the very first second you stop running and your heart rate is faster then your thoughts, and for one second in time everything is clear. I am a strong believer that everyone's heart is different and mine , well it really likes to beat fast.
I've always been a quick person. Quick to learn, think, and say things. My Mom always told me to slow down. But my heart knows what it wants and it doesn't slow down for anyone or any thing. Un till the night I met him.
He taught me to stop and smell the roses. To enjoy the slow longboarding ride downs the canyon. The moment's right before the first kiss when the heart beats faster then it ever has before and the butterfly's in your stomach start going crazy.
When I was with him I didn't know a heart could beat so slow and calm. And after he would leave my heart beat faster then I could imagine. He is the reason my heart actually feels things now, and for that I am grateful yet wishing I still didn't feel anything at all.

Some one

Some people learn to forget. Others learn to forget what they learn the second they step one foot out the door. 
We always are forgetful to stop and admire the rain on the lonely roses. Loneliness cascades in cold darkness, we may not understand. Just the same as the sad song playing on the radio.
Often humans are afraid of the understanding of the unknown so we flea as much taboo subjects there are.
No one asks for my opinion so I try to forget the loneliness creeping into my degrading soul.
I am not sad. Not like I use to be. But I am not exactly happy. Especially with who I am.
Maybe that's how it is suppose to be 
Maybe that's how it's suppose to be
but let me tell you no one is forgotten
Not you. No anyone.

How to make a playlist

1. Go to Spotify

2. Click the new playlist button

3. Name the playlist Ex: chill, tender, summer jams, make out

4. Search through the new songs

5. When you find a song you like ADD it

6. repeat steps 4 and 5 until you think you have enough songs

7. listen to your playlist for a couple of weeks until you're sick of it

8. start all over again

Fearless

 I am afraid of disappointing my Mom, and letting my Dad. I am afraid of turning into my older sister, because she's at college and still doesn't know what she is going to do with her life. I am afraid of college because it means it is time for me to be a grown up, and I feel to young for that. I am afraid of not being perfect enough for my  grandma because I don't make it to church every Sunday. I am scared of seeing the Bishopric at church because they might ask me to give a talk and I get anxiety speaking in front of people. I am afraid of the dark. I am afraid I will always be afraid.

Alive

3 best friends, 1 car, 6 speakers, 4 windows rolled down, 1 song a song that brings them all to tears yet also makes them all so unbelievably happy it makes them laugh.

6 people, 2 boys, 4 girls, 1 house, 4 digits, 1 code that everyone seems to know and when they unlock the door they enter into a home where everyone is welcome and loved, with plenty of food for everyone.

1 phone, 2 Snapchat accounts, 39 day streak, 1 look that 2 people are hiding behind because they are 2 scared to say their true feelings about each other.

1 girl, 1,000,000 feelings, 2 eyes, 1 heart that feels every emotion, yet try's to block out any emotion because it hates getting hurt. Sometimes that 1 mind would rather feel paralyzed then feel anything. But then her heart steps in and helps her mind realize she just wants to feel alive, then nothing at all.

Bricks

Ways to use a brick
-shoes                                          -as a basketball
-to build a house                         -garden path
-to kill someone                          -weights at the gym
-use as a hat                                 -as a fly swatter
-a vase for flowers                       -sit on when driving if you can't see over the dash
-paper weight                               -nail file
-to throw through a window        -as a hammer
-wear as earrings                           -a rolling pin
-cover a mouse hole                     -an anchor
-a musical instrument                   -as chalk
-use as a prop                               -create a fake cellpone

love

From the moment you first walked into the seminary class and we made eye contact it was love at first sight. I'm shy and too scared to talk, I said nothing. You on the other hand sat right next to me and just started talking. From the first minute it was unsure but sure. After a couple of weeks we decided to be real friends instead of just school friends. It was love at first hangout.
Soon summer came and it was time for you to leave. A piece of my heart went with you when you left. I'm still waiting for you to return it. Please hurry back.
                                     Lots of love,
                                       The girl you met in seminary.

I want to feel alive

I want to be unafraid to feel the wind in my face as I jump from a door of a plane and skydive to see the world in a different way. I want to be able to take leaps of faith and not worry about the outcome, and when they say 3 I will not hesitate for one second because I am fearless.
I want to experience Paris, every little thing Paris has to offer. I want to be undaunted in experiencing Paris. The pastry's, French bread, and of course the Eiffel Tower. I want to experience Paris in the rain at night because that is when people say you're beautiful. I don't just want to be a tourist I want to be a true Parisian.
I want to be young and UNAFRAID because without fear I can do anything. I don't just want to be anyone.
                 I want to feel ALIVE.

Silence

The news that we all heard that day broke our hearts. I left where I was as fast as I could. I walked into a room of silence. The only noise you could hear was the pounding of peoples hearts and the ticking of the clock.
Thoughts running through everyone's minds. Not one person knew what to say though. Soon time had flown by and it was time to leave, but no one could leave.
Eventually one person succumbed to the necessity to leave, and then we all left with him. but our hearts stayed in that room that night.
I learned that hardships and trials can bring people together. A piece of our hearts stay with those people. The news we heard that day broke our hearts but it brought friends and family closer then ever before.

I am not a Robot

Who's to say I'm not a robot. I do almost the same things every time I wake up, when I go to school, even before I go to bed.
But who's to say that I am not human. I have feelings, I like to eat treats, and sometimes I even cry.
I judge people but try really hard not to; and sometimes I fall just a little to hard.
So who's to say if I am Human or a Robot.

Different

Different is the way he looked at me the first time in class
The first time we ever hung out he treated me like I was something
He saw me differently then anyone else ever did
Through the months the looked changed
From love, to frustration, to happiness
but soon that all faded away
the look was gone and I no longer mattered
Different was the way he didn't look at me that day

music and lyrics

All the pretty girls- kaleo

greek tragedy- Wombats

Animal- Mike Snow

Better-Coin

Falling for you- the 1975

Yoga- Janelle Monae

written in the stars-Max Richter

We won't- Jaymes Young

Let go-James bay

Anna sun- Walk the moon

Here with me- Susie suh

Octahate- Ryn Weaver

Always- Panama

Overload- Life of Dillon

Crave- Parachute

Disneyland

When I was little my parents told me we were going to Disneyland for the first time
I couldn't sleep that night.
The feeling of excitement running through my veins
finally it was time to go
the whole car ride all that was on my mind was walking through those gates
we made it to the hotel, the excitement grew worse
we walked over to Disneyland, the gates were just as I imagined
I knew every song that was playing
we walked in, every child's dream
I ran onto main street, I wanted to see everything
walking by was princess Cinderella, a dream came true
my mom had to hold me back, my dad had to help her
I could hear every ride calling my name, I had to go
From Pirates to space mountain I tried to complete everything
I stayed as late as the workers would let me
I ate nothing but ice cream, cookies, and popcorn
for the first time as a kid I found myself extremely happy
for every kid Disneyland is truly the happiest place on earth

I remember

I remember my mom letting me color on my lunch  bag for the first time, I thought I was Picasso

I remember the note she wrote on it "Have a great day at school, love you."

I remember my friends telling me my lunch bag looked cool

I remember getting to be the first one to get to use the new crayons

I remember feeling on top of the world

I remember 5th grade when a girl at lunch told me my lunch bag looked stupid

I remember feeling stupid when I got home

I remember not coloring on my lunch bag that night

I remember 7th grade when my little sister colored on my lunch 

I remember I found myself coloring that night

the hike

I took a hike today, the feeling of leaving the world behind - taking a risk.
The fear of heights for my friends, the fear of falling for me.
We've taken this trail a million times before, but as we studied it we came upon a hidden trail.
To a casual hiker it would look like it leads nowhere.To us it looked like an adventure.
As we took it, it was tough, thick brush and rocky paths.
But the trail soon surrender to a more firm footing.
Soon we found ourselves on a ridge, which dropped down into a hidden meadow.
We found our discovery.
Located in the middle a single tree, alive.  Next to it a small fire pit.
We walked in and sat next to the tree.
Surrounding us was an ocean of red and purple flowers.
A light breeze blew the flowers in a wave like motion.
As we looked behind the tree we saw names of hikers from decades past.
So we added our names to the list of adventures.
The sunlight touched the mountain side and illuminated the colors.
It was as if the heavens had inspired us to go there.
It was a perfect circle, untouched, clean.
Surrounded by trees hidden from the hardships of many hikers being careless of it's beauty.
We sat there for a while, not exchanging a word.
As the minutes passed we both looked at each other and knew it was time to go back.
But the feelings the meadow gave us made us know we would come back - someday.

HATS

Someone said the phrase to me "I'll eat my hat." Well who would eat a hat? I wouldn't. Just kidding maybe I'd eat a hat made of fruit or even one made of cookies. But then again everyone's hat is different. So who would eat a hat?

I went to the store, to see all the different hats. As I walked around I didn't see much. But I looked in peoples karts, and everyone had something different. would everyone eat or wear a different hat?

While I was in the store I thought of Build a Bear. What if people built hats with their favorite foods? Like the karts there would be many different types of hats. High cal and Low cal hats, Sweet and salty ones. But then I realized I'm a germaphobe and that wouldn't work out.

I watched an old movie with my Mom. The guy in the movie said "if you do that I'll eat my hat." There the phrase was again. It was everywhere. So again I wondered why would someone eat a hat? Does it taste good?

I've come to the conclusion I'm not sold on eating my hat. I don't think it would taste good! So if anyone has any idea what this means I am always open to try new things.

hey what's up

My blog is the secret grove. It's not a garden because you cannot hide in a garden, but yet you can be unseen in the trees among the branches in a grove. From the grove you see the sky, the light feeling of floating. From looking below I see the earth it is the reality, the feeling of being grounded. It's the real feelings and the real world. As I look around there is so much to my grove I would love to share.
My grove is my place to rest, think, ponder, imagine, be alone. It is my world. My world is alike to Christopher robins 100 acre wood. Except Christopher robin learned lessons, mines is where I think through the lessons I've learned.

This is my 100 acre woods. Welcome