People who have inspired me.(This is a new years post of some kind)

As I write this I cannot tell you how long this list will be I have the flu and my room is spinning and I'm on the Internet. This is everyone my virus-wracked brain can poop out at the moment. There are many people who have gotten me to where I am today, for better or for worse; both will be included in the following list.

Disclaimer: If you think you have influenced my life in some sort of marvelous way and are not listed, too damn bad. Be cooler. Just kidding. Eat more protein, and send a formal complaint to my publicist Steve Madden.

Andrea: My mother, my guardian, my angel, and the woman I have loved and will love forever.

Val: My Father, my voice of reason, and my cattle prod.

Kenzie: My example of perfect endurance, and non judgemental, understanding.

Curt: My coach, made me feel worth something.

Gabe: My best friend forever.

Nathan: My first, last friend and the epitome of empathy.

Taylor: Got my butt in gear, threatened me if I didn't follow my dreams.

Michaela: My ears, my book of secrets, my quiet, patient sponsor.

Alexandra: My constant friend.

Tessa: My voice of compassion.

Katie: My oldest friend, one of my true loves.

Nate: My pie chart role model, my black beacon.

Meg: My favorite Mormon, beautiful on the inside and out.

Dane: My forgiveness dummy, my comrade in our war.

Natty: My sister, my white beacon.

Daniel: My accomplice in crime, crimes of fun.

Caden: My silver beacon, my secret compassionate guide.

Leslie: My sympathetic, tolerant benefactor.

Drew: You're the psychiatrist, you tell me what you are.
Dallin: My older Brother, my rock.

More:

Sawyer

Soley

Roah

Isaiah

Shantay

Grant

Janelle

Aubrey

Kalli

Sierra

Rachel

Sarah

Zoie

Kyle

Matt

Micah

Cy

Sophie

Brooklyn

Rachel

Lindsay

Tim

Scott Shepard

Parker
Ned

Kobi

Scott

Kyle

Kyle
Avery

This was mushy... But what is the flu and 1:30 AM for, if it's not for writing mushy posts?

This is just me

So, I started the national novel writing month (November) with a flaming passion. It was going great until about the 3rd day. 

Sorry I haven't posted a lot. I have something cooking in my heart. 

Here I am saying this as if anyone other than Mr. Nelson, Allie, and maybe Lauren and Michaela actually read this blog anymore, after all, high school is over. 

I'm moving to Hawaii.

I'm writing a book.

I'm in love with a Mr. Nelson still. 

I'm in love with a woman.

I'm in love with art, and I'm trying to be quiet about it right now, I don't want to speak up something that isn't going to actually happen. 

I write like it's my job don't fret.