MY. Carwash.

After moving to Massachusetts, its been hard getting to know people, and even harder to having to let people I knew in Utah go, (meaning I need to be living here, and not have my heart still trapped in Utah.) So far it's been really hard, and to tell you the truth...... I really don't want to......

I was sitting in our car today on the way back from church, and remembered a memory of mine from when I was little. We used to have a huge fifteen seater van, and LOVED to go through the car wash on it. My siblings and I would always be excited to sit right next to the windows so we got a full view of the experience.

This is roughly the shape, and color of our old car.

I remember the thrill of watching the stranger write a random number on our windshield with some sort of white chalk marker, (It literally the coolest magic thing I have ever seen,) and bouncing off of the walls of our car. As approached the tunnel where we would enter a wet wonderland, some guys with water hoses off to the side prepared to launch an attack, and sprayed our car with water. 

As we entered the tunnel, the lights dimmed, and we couldn't see super well. Then we went through a series of awesome different cleaning machines, (or magical water creatures as we saw it.)

We went through the different multi-colored legs of the Octopus, and the fury swipes of the shells. But, the funnest part of the trip was getting the car sprayed by Octopus ink. (Multi-colored soap.)

The different colors splattered against our windshield, and we all immediately started to sniff the windows. (Long ago we had been convinced that the soap smelled like candy, and always tried to get that sweet smell again.) 

Convincing ourselves that we had officially smelled it again, we continued through the wash, and loved the dry off part at the end.

These small moments, and many others are what made our time in Utah worth while, and I will always have these memories to look back on and to remember. I cannot wait to get back there, and see my family, and all of my friends again. I love you Utah, don't forget about me or my family.

My Glass Lighthouse

So in the process of leaving Utah, and moving away to Massachusetts, I acquired a few things traveling through Idaho, and staying with my cousins for a few days. One of which was my glass lighthouse.

My beautiful lighthouse is just another example to me of how beautiful this world is, and what god can do. I imagine it must have been incredibly difficult to make this, and I just hope that the creator, (whoever it was,) is proud of there work. Because I love it.

Strange Cravings

I've always felt like Lemons were the best fruit, but lately I have been contemplating Pomegranates again. I remember a time when Ashley Zundel, (LOVE YOU BY THE WAY,) brought me a lemon, and pomegranate just because I had the strangest cravings for them. She brought both of them and I didn't take any spare time waiting to thank her.


They. Were. Amazing.

Thanks again Ashley, you made that play practice bearable.

Boring Days

Today was literally the worst school day all year. After I realized that I had stayed up to eleven o'clock the previous night before, just to finish a math project I did incorrectly, I went to World Studies, (english and history combined,) and my teacher totally spoiled the book that we are reading in our lit. circles. *sigh* maybe I'm just being paranoid. But, IT. WAS. AWFUL.



But, despite the fact that I had a bad day, my parents were still in the best mood i've ever seen them. And by that I mean, they basically stressed out all day as the kids were screaming, running around, being disrespectful, not doing our homework, and yelling at each other over dinner...... Yup..... I don't know how my parents do it. But somehow they always manage..... They're fabulous.



I'm currently watching, 'Life with Boys,' and i've currently decided that family life, is better than any other life I could ever want. SO that is why today, I would like to give MY family a shout out. Without them I couldn't have made it through our crazy life, and boring school days like today, for example. LOVE YOU FAMILIA!!!!!!

My wacky weekends

TIME FOR A WEEKDAY UPDATE!!!!!!!

Today was pretty much an average day. Started off with me making my bed, saying my morning prayers, and then, like all normal teenagers, getting ready for school at six o'clock. Sounds pretty boring, huh? YEP! That summarizes my morning.

After getting to school I was sitting with a group of friends and discovered that not only was our French teacher Mr. Kane, missing and has been missing from the school for two weeks now, but also that our school has a basement, and that in the cement basement, there is a vaulted door, and inside the vaulted door, is............................................................................................................ A bomb shelter.     

SO! After talking with my friends and saying the randomest things, like the fact that I know that this famous singer can speak fluent Japanese, the fact that we are all Chinese racists, and that Emma Kinney can speak fluent english.... sometimes.... 

After going slightly insane in that class, I went to Biology. There I sit next to a girl named Britney....... Britney has depression...... There I determined that Mr. Kane had been kidnapped by the evil Janitors of the school, and had dragged him to the basement, (which is in the Janitor's closet,) and locked him in there, because last summer when e had taken some of the students to France on tour, he took them somewhere he shouldn't........ So that was my scenario....... 

Some people think that he was just suspended from teaching.... But I don't believe it...... I hope you liked my update! Oh and by the way, I invited Brit to Wednesday youth activities, and she has come TWICE!!!! Im so happy!!!!!! I hope the spirit will guide her the way she needs to go. Until then, this is me, a cookie dough, book reader, crazy for love sick drama, Teenage boy.  

Me......

So.... This is it. It's just you and me..... Well..... and your computer. And your sibling, or friend, or parent, or some sort of relative, or someone who you've known since the second grade, who you shared seats with, and annoyed by throwing wood chips at.

Needless to say, if your not sitting by someone you know I would be surprised. That means you got on here by YOURSELF! With no motivation at all. (Unless you decided to browse the web out of boredom,) that is what I call commitment.

So I decided to start this blog in hopes that I can reach out to others. My friends, family, and hopefully anybody out there who is just willing to listen.

I'm here because YOU are the one looking for answers. And who knows? Maybe you'll find just that on here.

You know despite what everyone says, my family isn't perfect. When someone thinks of the Thompson they think, 'Oh, you mean that wonderful, smiling, family who serves everyone and completely treats everyone fairly.' 

 And I'm just like, HUH!? That is not my family. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, and every year I realize just how much more they mean to me, but we are far from perfect, and I want to shout out to my mom, because that is someone with devotion if ever i've seen one. She works harder then anyone I know, everyday without fail. And her only goal is to make us happy, and I am going to try my hardest to give her all the support she can get. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!!

Now despite the fact that my family isn't perfect, we still have a blast a lot of the time. Granted we can be, sarcastic, and not always the best influences. But we love each other, and for me, that's all i'll ever need.