It's my party...

Please let this all work out.  It's only my third day back from the Ephraim bubble, but I'm already feeling the weight of sitting at home...bored...doing nothing but applying for jobs I'm far too unqualified for.  Please let me find something to do worthwhile.  Don't let these four months go to waste.
Here's my plan, (It probably won't work out the way I want to, but that doesn't mean it won't work out):
1.  Go to the retirement home every Sunday to talk to the people there so that I can get ideas for stories.  It's amazing what's waiting to be written within those unusually clean walls.
2.  Find a boyfriend.  Since they've eliminated the student wards and combined them into YSA wards, I have new hope.  I think I'm ready for a relationship, plus I'm so boy-needy that I would say yes to Chewbacca.  You may call me pathetic, but...oh wait...
3.  Find a job.  I actually should have put this first on my list, but I didn't want to.
4.  Read "Paradise Lost" and finally be done with it.  I've been saying this for about a year now and I'm going to do it dang it.
5.  Go to at least three more Bee's games with Kamron and his friends.  Heckling is the greatest thing ever.
It'll take a miracle for me to accomplish all of this, yet I'm going to put my all into these four months.  If anything, I'm going to have fun this summer.  Call me Criss Angel because I'm going to pull it out of thin air.

Sometimes it's funny...most of the time I want to detach my hand and throw it viciously.

I've heard stories from the North about strange, strange beings who call themselves "regular guys." They're not.  I happen to have the privilege to spend countless hours with one who has the audacity to declare that some girls "don't know what they want" or "are in denial about who they like."  Fortunately these remarks are not directed at me.  Unfortunately they're meant for a close friend so I'm still a happy part of it. 
Why in the frilly heck would anyone keep chasing after someone who has clearly shut you down.  I'm talking "happy-birthday-to-the-ground" style.  And yet he speaks, breathes, and sickeningly yearns for this particular individual.
Let me give you an example.  Some days we look outside our window, and there he is...staring right back at us.  His reasoning for this is that he can't get reception on his cell phone unless he's right in that exact spot.  How convenient. 
How do I cope?  Some days I play the game of "wow, you're never going to get her, shut up."  Other times I play it up and see how much I can get him to flirt with her.  Mean you say? Ha! There's no effective way to getting rid of this kid, so if he's going to be a part of my life I'm going to have fun dang it.  Only two weeks left so lets hope we all survive!

The Worth of a Soul

“That’s just the way it goes.”

Eunice feels lonely sometimes and loves to visit with others.  She has a strong testimony and loves the Manti temple.  She remembers when it was first built and she was one of the first children to do baptisms there.  She never went to college but was married and sealed in the Manti temple and worked hard.  She was close to her dad because she was the youngest and spent the most time with him.  They would go on long trips by horse to the east to get lumber for fencing where they would talk.  She had three kids, two boys and one girl.  One of her sons, Rodney, died in a car accident at the age of 21, shortly after he was married.  His wife never remarried and Eunice has stayed close to her ever since.  She said it’s like having another daughter.  She likes the care center, but admits that it’s nothing like being with family.  Her husband died five years ago and the above quote is what she says when she talks about it.  She is 96 years old.

Eunice is one of the many senior citizens who live in a retirement home.  I've only visited with her a couple of times but I've already learned so much from her; more than I ever thought I would.  Being around her and the others I have the privilege of talking to is very much like being in the temple.  There is a permanent feeling of eternity that surrounds these individuals.  Much like a newborn infant, they are close to the veil and will soon dwell with the hope of the resurrection.  

Ailment of the Ages

In a recent survey, 95.2% of my brain reported signs of total and complete boredom.  100% of said brain was found to be slowly rotting and degenerating, even though the other 4.8% had no knowledge of its condition.
Scientists tested a new treatment for this ailment involving watching "The Illusionist" while mulling over Jessica Biel's and Justin Timberlake's recent breakup.  After a quick round of singing "Sexyback" in my head, another survey was conducted shortly after and hopeful results came back with only 94.7% of my brain still in gradual recession.
Doctors are still in the process of improving these methods.  They hope to find the cure before 2012. 

This is for you Owie :)

Check it out! I'm actually writing on my blog for the first time in forever. Ka-ching! And I think the most appropriate thing to talk about right now is my undying love for my friend, Allee. 
We've only known each other for about three years now, but when we both left for different colleges it was the feeling that I was leaving behind the most important influence in my life. What was going to happen to me? Would I change and become a completely different person? Were we both going to change? What if what the new versions of us couldn't stand each other? 
Stupid.
Of course we're changing. That's just life, it's nothing new. However, that doesn't mean we're going to change in completely different ways or directions. We're just changing at different times in our own wonderful ways. As long as we both keep as close as we can to the Savior, there's no reason for us to not continue to be there for each other. 
Thanks Allee for teaching me to be better than I am. CAAAARRRRLLLL!

The Wall

A girl stared at a blank, white wall for hours. She didn't notice how mundane and bland it was and soon the hours turned to days. Friends and family would enter the room with the aim to snap her out of it. But they would either sigh in frustration and forsake her or look at the absent face and, longing for release from the complications of life, sit by her side and stare at the wall. More experienced people started to come and used different techniques. One placed a variety of pictures in front of her to try to grab her attention. Another painted the wall different colors in elaborate designs in hopes that her eyes would awaken to the beauty. However, nothing could distract her mind from the anomaly that was the white wall.
One morning, a man walked into the room. No one had seen him before and there was something distinctly different. Despite the many other people that were there, he had no other focus except for the girl. He went over to her and touched her on the shoulder. Immediately there was a change in her face and, looking startled, she turned her eyes from the wall to the smiling eyes of the Savior.

2009/2010 school year at T-ville!

I was already excited to go back to school ever since school got out. But summer seminary has further increased my desire to return as a senior. I clearly remember my first time coming to Taylorsville High as a sophomore two years ago. I walked through the doors with my friends, Amanda and Mikel, and all three of us were anticipating what would happen to us. I never imagined that it could be as amazing as it has been. There were plenty of downfalls, but the ups that came in the form of accomplishments and friends totally had them outnumbered. And seminary was a big part of that. The closeness that develops between classes composed of an array of students who have nothing else in common besides the gospel is amazing. I'm so excited to start this year and I hope it will live up to my expectations.