Just In Case You're Wondering

I'm sick of reintroducing myself. Perks of being a twin.

But just in case you're wondering...

Boring stuff:
My name is Isabel Whitney Latimer
I was born in San Diego, CA.
I moved to Utah the summer before seventh grade.
My dad and step mom live in La Jolla, CA.
I have six sibling total.

Less Boring stuff:
I ultimately want to live in Los Angeles.
I want to film and inspire for a living.
I'm currently learning how to rap... if that's even possible.
I'll get my mission call around the middle of April.
I love to go target shooting with my 22 rifle.
I pole vault, but I'm less than amazing and totally okay with it.
I actually like the sound of ticking clocks and heaters.
I like the smell of rain on pavement, heaters (again), and Hawaii.
I love creating art.
I didn't study for my Anatomy test... oops. Better go do that.

My Paris

My Paris was never France. I tried living there and realized too late that it wasn't for me. My Paris is Los Angeles, California. Warm weather all year, busy streets, and endless opportunity. Although, while living in Paris, I learned that it doesn't matter where your are. What matters is your state of mind and your effort. Are you willing to spend more time on your journal or blog? Oh gosh, this is turning into a pep rally... The point is, I'm not trying to fit in anymore. I'm moving to LA. Au Revoir!

Here's the truth.

The truth is I don't know if I really want to go to BYU. I'm just worried my mom will be sad if I don't. And I might be sad too.

The truth is I hate when people start a conversation with, "How can I tell you two apart?" Isn't the answer obvious? Just get to know us.

The truth is I love writing, but for some reason I suck at it in this class. 

The truth is I probably thought you were cute, but knew you'd never ask me out. 

The truth is Nelson, I did care about the film festival even though I said I didn't. 

The truth is I wonder how so many people can know me when I don't even know myself.

The truth is I dread writing blog posts because I know I'll never be good or dedicated enough to make the top 5. 

The truth is I cuss more than I'm okay with and more than you'd know. 

The truth is someone probably deserves my spot in Creative Writing 2, but I'm too selfish to give it up.

The truth is I'm sick of this writing format, but I'm too lazy to think of another way.