You make me happy, whether you know it or not.

This was my 5th season coaching.

& this is probably my favorite team ever.

Whose sister is that? She's a monster ;)

                                  

His shoes never stayed tied..

UM. FOUL?

Notice the overly sized 8 year old trucking my little brother...-_-

The Outcome..

"I think he just dislocated my nose but I'm fine please continue the game, don't worry about me."

I always desire nothing but the best for all my little teams

but I had more of a special side to this team.

Even though when I graduate they'll still be kids, I hope to come back to Pilot Mountain

and see them play for East Surry and watch how much they've grown.

So I can talk to them the way older people talk to me now, so I can look at them and say

"You've came a long way."

because that's what I want them to do in life, to go a long way on and off the field.

I just adore them.

   

#Fatgirlproblems.

It was one of those days that I...

•  Pretty much blew up on everyone.
• Couldn't concentrate in Chemistry .. oh wait. that's everyday.
• Saw girls crying about boys & I'm like if only they had love affairs with food like I do this wouldn't happen.
• Was deff moody.

& when the only thing that made me laugh hard was fat girl jokes


Care to share? absolutely!


-The awkward moment when a skinny girl doesn't finish all her food & you want it.#fatgirlproblems


- When you know no matter how hot it is you can't take off your sweater because your shirt shows all your fat. #fatgirlproblems


- When you have to sit up super straight when you sit down so you'll stretch out a little. #fatgirlproblems


-When you wanna dip your cookie in your milk but the cookie is to big for the top of the cup
#fatgirlproblem


-When you know your only skinny in the mornings. #fatgirlproblems


-When the only exercise you get is from laughing at your own #fatgirlproblems.

7 things you may or may not know about Nathallie.

7 things you may or may not know about me.


1. I don't like peas or seafood.

2. I dig men in uniform. If you're dressed in a military attire you instantly become attractive to me.

3. I've always ( literally)  dreamt of living on a farm with horses. I still have drawings that I would give my mom when I was little of horses on my farm.

4. I love jaw bones, accents,the Amish community, guitar players, hammacking, air balloons, flower crowns, ankle bracelets, wooden floors, cities ,painted toenails, long hair, dimples, braids and daring people.

5. I don't have a favorite color. I like green & yellow but I don't like green more than I like yellow & red sounds pretty fancy to me too. No, I'm not trying to be complicated.

6. I like when people shake my hand. I kind of expect it when they first meet me.. perhaps because I was raised that way.

7. I'm in to stuff like this...

def Poetry.




Have a great Sunday. (:

It's not my fault you can't laugh with such freedom.

my first three were...
tease (why am i not surprised?) , beauty & secret.

what's yours?

I wish..

I secretly
well not so secretly now ...wish...
that ...
I went to a huge school were there was cute guys peeking out of every corner
so I could have someone to stare at.
So maybe I'd be motivated
to actually wear something other than t-shirts/hoodies/jeans  and actually fix my hair to school.
so I can say " He walked in the room like every other day except this time my heart skipped a beat"
(goosh so cleeeshaaayyy)
 or or or
it could go something like a big dramatic confession of a cute shy guy that
wears a toboggan and had dimples and secretly played the guitar and liked to go to coffee shops..
and he would say "I've liked you since freshman year, I just love everything about you."
Then he could list all the things I did in a non-creepy way of course.
Then we'd fall madly in love and walk in field of flowers.
....
alright maybe not.

but can a group of about 25 beautiful guys just move to my school please?
Drew Wilsons probably getting tired of me only looking at him all the time.

sheez. I'm in one of those mood.

I write about love and such maybe cause I want it so much.

I use to be like oh whatever about dating and that love stuff.

& I always thought it was kind of dumb for people to want it all the time.

Until of course I saw it everywhere

& lately it's been something I look forward to.

Like, I think about it and how nice it sounds to have someone.

It's been so long since Blue eyes
that i've almost forgot what it's like to feel something for someone

& I have became such a girl and yes! dear lord. I have became one of them

them, as in those picky girls that have a list
I don't have a type
but...
 I have a list. feel me?

a list of all the characteristics he has to have.

That's what happen when you stay frozen in feelings for so long your expectations just become higher and higher.
I'm officially a girly girly girl day dreamer
ew. Nathallie.
you use to play in the woods and dig up worms when you were little.what happen to that hardcoreness?(is that a word?)

                                If it basically hadn't been thrown in my face  would I still want it so much?


  If I was the only person left that knew how to love, would I love anyway.
     With out a culture that does the same?

Is it because I've seen/read it everywhere and want what others have?
or because my human nature is itching away in my heart & mind?
When did I become such a typical teenage girl?

Thought of the day..

Rockbridge.

I leave for Rockbridge today.
A young life camp.
I'm so excited!! they say it's the best weekend of your life.

No stress.
No frustration.
A weekend of nothing but Jesus & fun.

No phone.
No computer.
Whatever is there, is what I will have.
It's in the middle of no where.
 Deprived never sounded so right.

I'm tired of being alone so hurry up and get here.

I know the drill. I know it very well. too well.

one day you're like muahahhaha being single is great, you can just do whatever, whenever. I'm not talking about the "I'm kind of talking to someone but still not dating anyone" kind of single I'm talking about the "The only people that text me constantly are my best friend and maybe my mom" kind of single. as single as it gets. no one on your mind, no one you even consider , and heck you're okay with that.



then...

there are days , the rainy days.
when you say it's okay to be lonely because you can cry right along with the sky
the days you wish someone gave you butterflies, the days you change from solitude to loneliness
the days you remember all the "almost guys" the fools that did you so wrong
the days you realize that being alone doesn't satisfy you as long as having feelings for someone does
when you realize that your pride can't hold your own hand
when you're focusing on the missing puzzle that you usually ignore
At the end all there is left to do is wait.
wait for someone.
because there has to be someone out there for everyone. right?

Inhale..Exhale..Inhale...Exhale the lust.

Thunder roared,
just as the waves crashed the shore.
Vulnerability roamed the air of the room I stayed in,
allowing me to inhale it in and let my strong will weaken.
Loneliness at its highest,
vanity at its finest.
Mistakes were exhaled,
the second whip of air my body manage to inhale
was now regret filling my lungs.
He wasn't mine to hold,
another exhale takes place
this time it contained anger that he caught me at my weakest.
Someone else's heart was at stake

I just needed someones mind to break.

Another unfaithful soul trapped in the cave of temptation,
It wasn't more one than the other
but if there fingers to point
I'll point it at myself
subconscious where the thoughts that I now recognize
Somewhere in me I knew if I walked away he was sure to follow
we'll still go the motto

"It takes two to tango."
It also took two to inhale and exhale the aroma of
our two distinct scents that hold no record of ever being together.
But that night of our weary flesh let lust take over
the story is one we never choose to repeat.
Sitting in different sides of the room now,
heads looking towards the ground, elbows on knees, hands
running through hair.
Ashamed not of what happen but of what could have occurred
We managed to unattach and break such a force
thanking God for the ability we found somewhere deep down
to just stop the madness and let go..
Now as the months went by
the beach is nothing but history.
Back in the atmosphere of our own life him with her
and I alone.
Looking back you'll see,
what posses two humans when we let instinct of attraction defeat.

dis iz four youh Emily.

Dear Emily,

I know I have terrible grammar.
Stop correcting me & reading my blogs out loud in English class.




Dear Readers,

If you are as judgmental as Emily about my blogs having the grammar and structure of
a 6 year old, then I apologize for the grand disappointment I have set. I could lie and say I'll do better but I don't ever read over my stuff... I just write.
Love you guys. (:

Cooler than the flip side of my pillow, that's right.

Spirit!
Ohhhh. you know , high school .

Homecoming
I'm probably the meanest, rudest ,person on the face of the planet when I am stressed.
Getting everything ready is frustrating & hair pulling and I just want to fight with everyone.

Just like last year (when I represented my class) my mother was such a doll and put me back in line when I was throwing everything everywhere.
I knew my skin would fall off and show a hot blazing red of me that isn't pretty so before I came home from school I walked around the football field twice and got rid of the nasty feeling that chemistry and yearbook leave me with, the disgusted feeling of wanting to stab someone.
I know what a lovely sight I have placed upon you.

This year I represented one of the greatest, most amazing, most athletic football beast I know.
Mason Edwards.
He is absolutely wonderful in every way & it was such an honor.
&&Came home with a WINNNN! Well done Cards. (:

Do not judge me .. the ugly face. oh yeah. classic.

Rode in the parade with this beauty of a girl Miss. Mikayla Elliott or as I call her nineteen. (Her soccer #) in the back of a huge red truck.

Was escorted by this handsome young fellow.

Mr.Drew Wilson

He's a looker that's for sure and he's such a charm.

-You know he is the perfect escort when he massages your feet when your heels are killing you & when he lets you boss him around about taking pictures & walking a certain way. & of course he is famous for the wink he gives you when you least expect it . & reminds you about how beautiful he thinks you look & assures you that he will not let you fall.

Fantastic human && ladies he is single ;)

Oh hey Drew . by the way..

You're beautiful every little piece love and don't you know, you're really gonna be someone,

ask anyone.

(: Then we all dropped it low.. a little too low at the homecoming dance.
Over all.
A swell night .

& my hearts not breaking, cause I'm not feeling anything at all.

What do you do when your smile alone can be responsible for the speed of someones heart?
What do you do when your very presence is responsible for the strength in someones knees?


What do you when someone is madly in love with you ..
and the worst part isn't even that he is perfect for you & perfect to you
& that he meets all the standards & has all the characteristics of a person
that makes that dude from the notebook look like a wuss.
Nope the worst part, the part that makes your teeth grinch in your mouth
 is that you don't feel a thing.


but breaking his heart, means the breaking of yours because you care for him.
I wasn't built ,created in any shape or form to break someone, I wasn't brought up that way.
So do you give him a chance, or say every man for himself.
Delimmas Delimmas.

After all we're only Human.

As much as I bashed young love in several posts or rubbed in how much of an amazing time single people can have.The stories I told obviously told you that I too took a swing & failed..I've never been in love & never been heart broken.The good lord knows I've been close to both though.. All the dissapointment just brought up a guarded girl who doesnt let anyone come in.. so much practice of blocking emotions it now became an instintic to fight what I feel .

The question I've been asked one to many times .. WHAT IS YOUR TYPE?

I don't really have a type, I don't know what to look for or how.I've swooned over bad boys, Italians, Hispanics, blonde  hair blue eyed Americans, once over a guy who drove a motorcycle, a tan dude with green eyes.(my definition of swoon isn't talked or dated it's merely once grabbed my attention or have had me rudely vainly staring ) They were either athletes ,good boys, adventures, quiet, way too loud, chill or absolutely crazy. What I've never ever came to swoon over probably because he's never once made an appearance around this lovely deserted town.An artistic, guitar playing, poetry writer, photographer type guy. Maybe he'll be the one.
hahaha probably not.
Cheers to my dear readers!

& JOY JOY JOY.

fall has reappeared in our atmosphere

mmmm.

I adore this weather.

Welcome October.