The Importance of Being Lauren

This story takes place two years ago. I was sitting on the second to last row in primary. The young men were all sitting behind our row. I was wearing my new black skirt that my mom bought me for my birthday. When we were singing one boy leaned forward so he could talk in my ear. He said "Did you know your underwear is sticking out of the back of your skirt"? I started blushing and saying "no I don't", but then I turned around and I saw it was true! The girl next to me heard and started teasing me, while I was still trying to pull my skirt up sitting down. Which was very hard. I was very embarrassed because I knew all of them had seen my flowered underwear. I never wore them again, and I didn't wear the skirt until a couple months had past. I was very upset with the girl next to me, and I told her to go away. Thankfully she didn't mention this to me ever again. And I think he's forgotten too, so I 'm the only one that blushes when I remember th

I love Triscuits . I believe them to be the best crackers ever in like the history of best crackers. My mom bought these generic store-brand Triscuits ! I didn't notice at first but once I tasted them I knew it couldn't possibly be the grain-weaved cracker goodness that I have come to know and love. I went to take her a plate of cheese and crackers to show her, and she agreed with me that they were terrible. I was suffering in a world of cracker heartbreak. The next time my mom went to the store she bought the good stuff. I was so thrilled but then she went to Colorado and we didn't know if we should open it without her authorization. So we waited, and waited, and waited while staring at the unopened box for the whole weekend. On Monday, the day she got back home, we all celebrated with cheese and Triscuits ! My mom says we are a bunch of crackers.

This year our Girls Camp theme was Shape Up. I was really excited to go to girls camp this year. On the first night the leaders told everyone that they would be on the lookout for people that did nice service things. That person would win the Shape Up Barbie doll for the day. I never win stuff like that, so I didn't even try. The pattern started the first night. I held the door for a couple of people, then before I knew it everyone else was shoving through too. I didn't really care,we all would eat at the same time anyway. So I did this every meal after that.Our second night at camp [the night the first person would get the Barbie], I was in the middle row on the floor. Before they told us who won, they told us what the person did to deserve it. I wasn't really listening ,I was thinking about our skit. Suddenly I heard my name being called. I stumbled to the stage and I was handed the Barbie. I think I stepped on someone's finger on accident. I kept telling myself, &qu

I'm always teasing my mom about not being able to skip. In this case she's probably happy she can't. On Wednesday for our young women activity,we had our Summer Challenge feast. It was a combined activity with the young men. For the activity we got to eat according to what we finished. When I got home I was so happy I skipped to the front door. That was a very big mistake. As soon as I got to the front door I tripped on my dads shoe. I was in major pain when I got inside. Yesterday I couldn't even walk on my right foot. So I became Miss Hops- a-lot . It really stunk and then my brothers,and sisters started telling me I was faking it. My ankle was huge, and not to mention it was black! So that will teach me not to skip, no matter how happy I am.

It all started one fateful day. When all the girls in my primary class started asking me why I was so emo . I didn't know what emo was. So I went straight to my source of information [my mom]. She laughed when I asked her what it meant. When she told me it meant I was emotional. I protested but then I figured that I am a little emotional. But my dad overheard and started calling me emo emu . They also bought me a white belt to complete the name. [I didn't wear it until just recently.] I also just recently finished the fifth Harry Potter book ,I cried at the end.

Today my Mom took me and my brothers and sisters to the Halloween Express store. I admit it I was scared of some of the things. I don't like the screaming ghost, zombies,or the changing picture things. Of course I like to tell them I'm not scared but inside I'm screaming. Then we went to Wal Mart which thankfully only had Christmas stuff up. When we got to the candy aisle my mom ran through it with her arms outstretched ! It was very funny. So that was my evening. Oh and for dinner we're having burritos!