Thanksgiving

I just got back from the best week ever. I got to go home for the holiday, first time home since August. I laughed so hard with my best friend siblings that my sides ache. I ate so much that I actually gained 5 lbs. I held cute babies. I played with James my other best friend. I watched the BYU vs Utah football game, and swore that if they didn't win I wasn't going to go back to school. Unfortunately they won. I didn't think about real life. Or I tried not to. I helped my grandma set up her Christmas tree. I went to singles branch with Becca...that was an experience. It was a good weekend. Thanks family. I love you.

Red Wall of Menstruation

When I moved into my new apartment at the close of this August, the first thing I noticed was the wall painted a dark red color in our living room. I thought to myself, "Wow. That is a red wall. it's kind of homey." And that was that. My roommates didn't really like it, but we are all to lazy/poor to do anything about it. And so it remains. I haven't thought much about it until recently, as I've visited other apartments with different colored walls. They just are so much more peaceful. I've been noticing how much noise there is in my apartment, and how much pent up anger seems to boil to the surface, just in the presence of the wall...Also it seems to amplify girl hormones if you know what I mean. Just sayin. I think teenage/young adult girls shouldn't surround themselves with angry colors is all. Maybe a nice purple would be better...

Rudyard Kipling

When you’re supposed to be writing a paper, it is so tempting to do everything in the entire world EXCEPT write you paper. Here I am imagining what it would be like to be Rudyard Kipling, a man from England who visited the utah in 1899. He thought the Mormon’s were something else… I think that he was something else…If I were him, I would probably have facial hair. Also, I would be a man. Also, I would be dead right now. Hm. If I wasn’t dead, I wouldn’t be writing this paper (technically doing everything BUT writing it). Aye. I wonder if in 100 years kids in school will read stuff I wrote and have to analysis it and make stuff up about me, and what my intent was, and what my problems were and stuff. I hope so. I hope they understand the depths of my lack of sanity. ☺

Dreams

Last night I had a really strange dream. I was wandering around in a world made of those plastic blow up toys. It wasn't a world really, it was just a giant building and I was a little embarrassed to admit that I had a season pass because it was just for little kids, yet at the same time I liked it. I had my blanket with me, the one from when I was little. I was walking around, really enjoying myself. At one point, I was trying to climb up this slide, but couldn't. It was the dreamy feeling of trying to reach something, but being unable to no matter the effort exerted. A little girl walked past me, noting I my age, and climbed up the ladder to the right of the slide. I hadn't even noticed the ladder.

Yes, this is a prophetic dream. Watch me now as I step to the right to use the ladder.

Fisherman's Princliple

Elder Oaks explained:
“None of us should be like the fisherman who thinks he has been fishing all day when in reality he has spent most of his time getting to and from the water, eating lunch, and fussing with his equipment. Fishing success is related to how long you have your line in the water, not to how long you are away from the apartment. Some fishermen are away from home for twelve hours and have their line in the water for ten hours. Other fishermen are away from home for twelve hours and have their line in the water for only two hours. This last type may wonder why they do not have the same success as others.
“The same principle applies to missionaries, whom the Master called ‘fishers of men.’ A missionary’s line should drop into the fishing water the moment he or she leaves the apartment” ( Introduction [address at seminar for new mission presidents, June 20, 2000], 6).
* This is from the Missionary Prep Student Manuel, CH 12