Church

I went to a friend's ward for church today.
It was the Primary Program, and I was SO excited.

It turned out just as I had hoped.

Lots of kids crowded onto the stand, reciting scriptures and experiences.
Singing their little hearts out.
Kids waving enthusiastically to their parents, and trying to talk to them from the stage.
A little boy conducting the music from his seat while he sang.
The pianist playing the wrong part of the song, totally freaking the children out of their minds.
Everyone singing, but the 2 kids with the microphones are the only ones you can actually hear. -for better or for worse-
A paper airplane doing loopty-loops off the stage.

My mom and I giving each other frequent looks and just smiling and trying not to laugh too hard.

It couldn't have been any better :)

Honesty Honestly

Generally my hair is pretty straight.
Today, it is not.

I curled it.

I have done this in the past, and it hasn't worked out so well.
This semester, I learned how to do it, and I love it.

This weekend, I am not at school with the roommates that will shower you with compliments pretty much no matter what.
I'm visiting family :)

Family has seen me over skype with curly hair, but not in person.

Here's how the morning went-


Mom: "wow. your hair is very curly."
Me: is that okay?...
Mom: yeah. I just haven't seen it in person before.

-just minuets later-

Ethan (8): woah! your hair is curly!
Me: yup. what do you think?
Ethan: it looks weird.
Me: thaaaaaanks.
Ethan: you look like someone on TV
Me: is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Ethan: ......... it's both....?

haha gotta love the honesty of an eight-year-old.
And your mother.
:)

Not sure...

...what this post is going to be be about exactly.
Maybe, just that.
I'm not sure.

not sure:
how my grades are going to be.
How friendships are going to turn out.
where my life is taking me.
if i can do it.
how i can do it.
what it is exactly.



ps- on a side note, I get to see my mom and 3 youngest siblings this weekend. I'm so excited I can barely stand it :D

Muffins and the waiting game

Last weekend was Orange cranberry.
This weekend was Banana.
I have a box of Blueberry waiting to be made.

If the need arises of course.

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On a side note, I need to learn patience.
I have some when it comes to kids.
But when it comes to me
...or boys...
I have close to none.

The waiting game is killing me slowly.

What Matters Most

Hey there good lookin'

Sometimes it just feels good to look cute.
For yourself.
Not for anyone else.
Or because you have a meeting or something special to attend.
For you.

My day has been great today.
And I'm convinced it's because I feel cute.
It just makes me so happy.

So, do yourself a favor.
And pick a day in the next week to dress up a little and look nicer.
It helps.

E x a g g e r a t e d

That's one thing that stinks about being a girl.
We take one thing - most likely something small and close to meaningless - and draw it out.
Especially if it's about boys.
We gossip about it. Tell everyone.
Because it's fun. And in an apartment absolutely filled with estrogen, it's hard to keep a secret.
Especially if it's about boys.
We get all excited and giddy.

And then we get disappointed when we realize that it was nothing.

Because remember, things get exaggerated. And so just as feelings of excitement and happiness were likely a little over the top, so will the feelings of disappointment.

Where does a girl go from there?

...

"I watch the stars from my window sill. The whole world is moving, but I'm standing still"

It's not healthy...

"I thought of you, and where you've gone. And the world spins madly on" -World Spins Madly On, The Weepies


I made muffins for my roommates.

They enjoyed them, or so they told me.

And that's fine a dandy, except for I did it because...

I didn't get any sleep.

Well, not more than 3 hours anyways.

It's hard for me to focus.

I didn't get any homework done.

But, I had a good time... and that's what really counts.

Right?

Service is powerful

sorry I missed last week...
but here's the Mormon message for this week!

Advice for the boys...

accidentally on purpose

It seems as if some of my best pieces happen by accident. 

Or I don't like them at first. 

at all.

That's what happened with this photo. 

I was in a hurry.... I had procrastinated a bit, and the lab was closing soon.

People were over, and we had a cello.

So, after a moments inspiration, he sat and pretended to play. 

I jumped up on the couch behind him.

It's blurrier than I had originally hoped, but I think it works.

I ended up really liking it :)

Try it. I dare you.

Vanilla ice cream. and lots of it.
2 peaces. ripened, peeled, and cut in fourths.
Several shakes of cinnamon.
A little milk.
Blended to perfection.

Heaven in a cup.

Thanks to my daddy for the genius behind the recipe :)



Also, I really love this video.

Firmly on the ground

Dearest Cousin....

I just wanted to let you know, that I needed your latest post.
I too, could use a bit of a wake up call.

Sometimes I imagine that Mr. Right is just going to waltz into my life.
Incredibly handsome. Waiting to solve all my problems. Bringing me flowers.

It's my dream. All I think I want.

But, then I come back to earth.

He's not going to come into my life and sweep me off my feet.
(In fact if that happened, I think I would be a little weirded out.)

And, actually being in a relationship.... kind of scares me.
a lot.

Plus, we have to be friends first. That's kind of a rule I have.
None of this just coming out of the blue and scaring me like that.

But, I like the comment that happiness is not brought upon by a husband. or a boyfriend.
YOU choose to be happy. And then you get the boyfriend.... And then the husband.

So, I'm trying to keep my outlook on life a positive one.
despite being single. and not dating. and having computer problems. and being away from the wonderful people I claim as my family.

Life is good.

I need to try and be the best me. Someone that I would want to marry.
Then, maybe when future husband comes along, he'll want to marry me! ...that's the goal at least.
I'm going to work on things, one at a time. slowly but surely, to better myself.


And I'm going to do my best to keep my feet planted firmly on ground.

My hat

It's cold outside. 

It snowed the first week of October.

No thank you.

But, that means that I get to lounge around in sweats 

and fuzzy socks.

And wear fun hats to keep my ears warm :)

I think plans for tonight are going to be to curl up, 

and watch a movie with some hot chocolate

moddest is hottest

"I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder. - Emma Watson

Moments that Matter

Sorry this is a day late...
This is my absolute f a v o r i t e Mormon Message. I can't even express how much I love it.
Please enjoy! :)