Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Secret Passageways

Class ended. I said, "see ya later," to the guy sitting next to me. I left the classroom. I walked down a couple of hallways, making up my mind where I wanted to go as I was walking. All of a sudden the guy I had just said goodbye to was standing right in front of me talking to another guy.

Apparently there's another door to my classroom. It would probably be in my best interest to find out where it leads.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Ode to Katie Soh

There once lived a girl named Katie Soh.
On a mission she desired to go.
And thus to Milan, Italy was she called.
I most definitely was not appalled.

And her first city became Livorno.
To everyone she met, she said, “Buon Giorno.”
One day she met my beloved friend,
And they became good friends to the end.

Then all of Italy learned her name.
The church itself gained great fame.
People knocked on her door to receive the lessons.
They felt free to ask her all their questions.

One by one they all desired baptism.
They continued to grow in love and in wisdom.
They will share the gospel with people they know.
And that is in gratitude of Katie Soh.

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So tonight I went to a crepe party in honor of my friend who enters the MTC tomorrow. If you can't tell, I'm really excited for her.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Hey, Hello, Hi

I'm the type of person who reacts to greetings. You say hi to me, I will say hi back. I will even pretend to know you when I say hi back. Then I feel awkward when I realize that I have no clue who you are.

So I was walking to campus and I heard, "Buon Giorno," from behind me. I whirled around quickly saying, "Buon Giorno!" in response. I got a brief glance at the passenger of a car before the car drove away. I figure when someone says "Buon Giorno" to me it means that they know who I am since not everyone walking down the street would appreciate the phrase. Unfortunately, the face of the passenger was less than familiar to me. And with my luck he's probably one of my readers and will now be offended that I have no clue who he was. Sorry. You should have slowed down so I could have studied your face a bit better.

Later, as I was walking home, I saw two ladies walking towards me. At first glance I didn't recognize either of them. Then I heard one of them say, "Hey!" I responded with, "Oh hi," thinking it was someone I knew. It wasn't. She wasn't talking to me either. Awkward.

On a better note, in between these two occurrences, I was able to chat it up a little with some friends from home. I started that conversation. So the moral of the story is I should start all the conversations I ever engage in. If you try to start a conversation with me I won't respond because I'll think I'm going crazy.

Real moral of the story: Pass-by greetings are the best because if something awkward happens the people are out of your life and you can just keep moving forward. (That is unless the passenger of the car really does know me and tracks me down in offense because of this blog post. Once again, I'm sorry. This time I'll blame my eyesight. I have terrible eyesight. Please don't hate me.)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Blessings

Some days it seems that Heavenly Father looks down on us with a loving smile saying, "My Child, you didn't quite get that right. How about you try that again."

Other days you look around you and you feel like Heavenly Father is saying, "I want you to be happy. Look, I'm going to bless you in this way so that you don't have to fret about that anymore."

Some days, I suppose, we tend to glare up at the Heavens and not really listen to what He's saying. Despite our frustrated screams, He finds a way to bring a gentle arm around us and says, "It will all be okay."

Yesterday was a very interesting day for me. I know that's vague, but I'm going to leave it at that. Don't worry, I probably won't be able to contain myself from posting next week with some exciting news. Alas, you will have to wait until next Sunday.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

"What! How Are You Ever Gonna Get Married?"

Isn't it nice when you are having a conversation and someone blurts out, "What! How are you ever gonna get married?" It's a real pick me up sending sparkles all through out my body. You know, sparkles of glass slashing out my heart :)

Okay, so the sentiment is there, but the over exaggerated drama is just that, over exaggerated.

Back story: I went to hang out with a former roommate today. She asked if it were okay if her cousin came too. Yeah of course. She had a date later that night, so the topic turned to that. I decided to talk a little about my dating life. (Hmm, not dating life necessarily, but maybe flirting life is a better description) Something that I said warranted that comment. I guess I need to work on flirting a little better.

But do not despair. I learned a lot of things tonight. And, despite the outburst, a lot of what was said today actually raise my hopes.

I wish I could say something profound that I learned but I can't think of anything that fits. I feel like he could have given a lesson for education week because a lot of what he said were things I hadn't thought about but make sense. He talked about flirting, strategies, things to look out for, and just good stuff all around. So yeah, Dating 101 is course you can take through my former roommate's cousin ('s best friend's roommate's sister's boyfriend's roommate) if you're interested. He's awesome. And he's blunt.

Side note: He did apologize for the outburst.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

It's Education Week

Life is fun. You know that great feeling when the puzzle pieces fall into place and all of a sudden things make sense? It's absolutely wonderful.

Someone said something profound today. I'd tell you who said it, but I wasn't paying attention. It was in a lawyer class that I wasn't really paying attention to. Anyway, the message, "Average people with extraordinary energy are successful." (It was something like that). So basically it's not about being smarter than the rest. It's not about being better than the rest. It's about using all your energy to do something that you love.

Sometimes we fall down and we don't know why. It hurts, but oh does it feel good when you finally get it and realize what you did wrong.

Unfortunately I'm a creature of habit. So step 1: Realize your mistake - done. Step 2: Change so you don't make the same mistake again - fail. It's a good thing that there's not a time limit on perfection. Don't worry, once you finally master something, the next stumbling block will decide to hinder your progress. That's what makes life interesting.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Cleaning Checks

A snake slithered in the grass. It hissed words of failure to us as we stood ready for battle. Magical creatures of all kinds stood ready to fight. We were few in comparison to our enemy. This was our last stand against the darkened creatures that were trying to take over our lives. The snake, an embodiment of evil itself, had only just manifested seconds ago to take control of the opposing army.
VROOM VROOM! I became aware that I was frozen in place by fear and that I was lying on my side. VROOM VROOM. Someone was vacuuming in the middle of the night. As much as I wanted to reach down and look at the time, I was still frozen in fear from the previous dream.


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I Need to Learn Morse Code

So, you know how occasionally muscles spasm. My hand was twitching earlier today. I decided that it was trying to tell me something. However, since I don't know morse code, I will never know what it was trying to tell me. The end. Except it's not the end because one day I will sit down and study morse code. "'Morgan, morgan, nur nicht heute,' sagen allen faulen leute." (Four years of high school German and that phrase is basically the only thing that has stayed with me. It means, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, not today,' says all lazy people.") Okay, now that I've shown my lazy bone, it's the end.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Where's Waldo



Okay, I want you to find a person wearing a purple shirt. That's right. What do you mean you need more of a description? Purple shirt. That's what you're looking for. Come on, how hard could it be to find a person wearing a purple shirt?

So for the past little while I've been living the dream at my parents' house. No work. They feed me. All I do is play. And I guess I helped out occasionally. Really, I had a family reunion back home. We got these amazing purple shirts because we're part of an amazing family.

Friday: eat at home town buffet.
Saturday: played at the church.
Sunday: played at church :) and at my uncle's house.
Monday: played at the beach.
Tuesday: played at the temple. Oh wait, I guess we didn't really play there. Sorry. And then we ended at my uncle's.
Wednesday: played at my house and started messing up my room. (That's what you're supposed to do, right?) The family reunion officially ended on Tuesday.

I love my family. I'm grateful to be born of goodly parents who were also born of goodly parents. I'm grateful that the gospel is deeply woven into my and my family's lives. Words cannot express the joy they bring into my life. Oh, and guess what! Two of my cousins are moving into Stadium Terrace. I might be a little more than excited.