Love and Hate.

I love it when I feel happy just because.
I hate it when I cry, and I don't know why.
I love it when the unexpected happens.
I hate it when people tell me things I already know.
I love it when I laugh really hard.
I hate it when I say something stupid.
I love when I feel confident and beautiful.
I hate when I see someone getting hurt, and can't do a thing to make it better.
I love it when people recognize me for my achievements.
I hate it when something amazing ends.
I love being with people who will laugh with me and not at me.
I hate when men don't have the decency to hold a door for you.
I love feeling relaxed.
I hate feeling stressed.
I love to sing in the shower.
I hate being humiliated.
I love getting butterflies in my stomach.
I hate the red flush in my cheeks when I get embarressed or nervous.
Most of all, however, I've come to love my life, good or bad. My family, my friends, my education, and my Heavenly Father. (:

sticks and stones or words...they can both break the bones.

Sarcasm.
It's such a vast word.
It's funny. It hurts. It seemingly heals. It brings people down. It lifts people up. It offends. It confuses. It's misused. It's used too much. It's sometimes unrecognizable. It's often misunderstood. It hides. It bites. It disguises itself.
Saracasm is something that is hard to deal with. You could be looking into the eyes of the one that you love as he tells you he feels the same...and maybe see just a hint of saracasm. You could be talking to a friend about a very personnal problem, and they could crack a sarcastic joke. You could be sitting in class as a teacher jokes about a funny thing that happened to them the other day.
There are some many ways to use sarcasm and interpret it. So, I've learned that i really have to be careful. Because if i'm not, i could really hurt someone. It bugs when someone insults you, and then says "just kidding" and i know i'm guilty of doing the same thing. So let's all try to be a little less sarcastic and a little more sincere (:
muchlove,
Devyn..

Not like the movies.

Okay, so I'm off to a dance soon. Okay, this sounds pathetic but I'm kind of dreading it. I can see it now...all my cute and beautiful friends dancing with handsome guys, while i sit on the sidelines, watching and trying not to look as pathetic as i feel. I know, it's stupid. It's not like i don't like it...i love that my friends are so pretty, and that they get asked to dance. I just feel so inadequate to them...because they have the looks and well, i thought i was pretty...but i never get asked. Yeah, so what right? It's just a stupid dance that would be awkward anyways. That's what i always try to tell myself, and i always end up sad when it's over. Well, then why do i keep going to the dances? Ha, i have no idea. Maybe i'm just hoping that it will be different this time. That's all a girl like me has sometimes...hope.
Wow, I'm being dramatic aren't I? It's just so ridiculous, ya know? I get all dolled up, I go to the dance, and i end up staring at the perfect guy and the perfect girl sharing that perfect dance, and wish it were me. But i guess i'm not in a movie. This is real life.
"If it's not like the movies than that's how it should be."
However, on the bright side of things, i have amazing friends...i'd like to give a shout out to them. You guys are so incredibly beautiful, and always are there to support. Thanks so much for dealing with me and my pathetic-ness (: I love you guys...you know who ya are.
Muchlove,
Devyn. (:

I've moved on and I'm happy.

So, it's been about a year since i posted my last blog. There are a lot of things that have changed. I'm practically a new person. I like the person that i've become. I like that i've grown, and i've matured...and i can see things a little more clear now. I used to only care about a skinny, annoying kid who somehow stole my heart...but now things aren't like that. Now, I have goals...I have dreams. I don't like music all that much any more. I want to become a baker. I want to go to college, and eventually open my own bakery. I want a family. I want to marry a handsome man in the temple...and i want kids. I want a boy named Drew.
I desire different things now. Yet, i know in a year from now...things could be even more different. I get to start driving in June! I would never have even thought that the time would go by so fast...the next thing I know I'll be in college. I'll be studying hard. I'll be dating. I'll be struggling...I'll be getting my heart broken. I'll be dealing with a loss..or any other hard trials there are. But for now, I'll just be me...but i'll be growing and learning even more. And i'm excited. I'm ready. Change...it's always there. Yet, sometimes we just don't realize. I'm a new me since a year ago..I've moved on and i'm happy (:
muchlove,
Devyn. (: