Friends

Well, should be easy to do. Right?

Answers

(Disclaimer: Normally, I am funny. This post is not that funny. You have been warned.)

In the past few months, a lot has happened in my life. A lot of good. A little of... hasn't felt so good. Pretty much everything that has happened has given rise to questions, which led to fears, which led to... stress.
It hasn't been anything that I've felt that I couldn't handle. But the cumulation of everything was wearing on me.
As most of you know I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My beliefs are an integral part of my life. For heaven's sake, I go to BYU, an LDS school! We pray in my Spanish class! Yes, in spanish. I like it. I enjoy praying in my classes, I feel like it makes learning easier for me.
Anyway, I have dedicating the past 5 or so Sundays to fasting and praying for answers to my questions and comfort in my fears and stress.
This past Sunday, everything I needed to hear and feel hit me like a fly wacking into the windshield of a MAC truck speeding down a long stretch through Texas. (If you didn't catch that, I felt like I got hit really hard) I cried almost the entire day. I kid you not.
I feel reassured in my beliefs, in my hopes, in my dreams, in everything.
My life is blessed. Yes, there are hard things. Yes, there will continue to be hard things. But I know that I don't have to go through any of it by myself. There will always be someone to wipe my tears and comfort my fears. There will also always be someone there to rejoice with me when good things come along the way.
I have a strong testimony that all of our prayers are heard and answered.

Please understand that my religious beliefs are dear to me. It is not something that I normally share, not because I am embarrassed or think that it is silly to believe, but because it is so special to me and . But I felt that at this moment, this was something that I needed to share.

I am happy. Things can be good. Really.

Life

"There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before." - Willa Cather

I hope my human story is fierce enough to survive the germ warfare I am experiencing until the end of April. I should be safe after that.

Green Thumb

I killed a cactus. I think. Pictures to follow.

But seriously, how do you kill a cactus?? I blame it on the dark hole of an apartment I live in. That, and the smell.

A Realistic Tale

I was talking to my roommate today, in hopes of avoiding real life for a few more minutes. I told her this story.

Once upon a time, there lived a young lady.

She used to take great pride in getting ready for the day, she felt as though it was wholly useful and good to do so.

Then she met a young gentleman and they fell in love.

They frolicked and laughed and felt as though they would never want to part.

A few months went by and that young wonderful gentleman needed to leave.

The beautiful young woman fell into a dark place in her soul. A place where soap and brushes did not exist.

Every time the young gentleman would write a letter or send an owl she felt a glimmer of hope.

She would climb out of that deep dank and dirty place in her soul and shower.

Unfortunately, the effect wouldn't last very long.

The young lady lost all of her friends, except for the owl that carried the correspondence between the two love stricken young persons.

Then one day, the young lady received word that the young gentleman was returning to her!

She leaped for joy, which resulted in all of her crusty grimy clothes disintegrating, forcing her to a realization of how disgustingly dirty she was.

The young lady decided it was best to shower.

And she did.

The End.

If my cut/paste had worked, you would have seen my roommate's funny comments.

Long story short, I'm going to take a shower.

Birthday

My birthday present (from me to the people I sit near on the plane) is that I am going to wear clean clothes AND take a shower!

Those lucky ducks, they don't even know what they were missing...

People expect me to be clean.

Because I'm old.

The Sanatorium

Please check me into a sanatorium. I may have lost my mind and it's only day one of Finals Week.

Exhibit 1: My face is stuck like this. (see picture)

Exhibit 2: I laugh uncontrollably at things that are definitely NOT funny.

Exhibit 3: I'm not convinced I'm crazy, meaning, it's possible.

I hope the let me keep my Etcha-Sketch.