You know those days, when you're at church and its like everything they say is meant for you? Today I got to watch the bestby have one of those. It was a cool experience.
I got my first calling in the branch today. Wasn't too excited about it honestly. Put me in a stressed mood. It's on the fellowshipping committee. I don't really know how this is all going to work out, especially since I only live in the branch boundaries half of Saturday and Sunday. But I know I'm supposed to have this calling and it'll work out. And the sooner I get over my negative attitude about it, the sooner they'll release me. ;)
Britton and the bestby watched me get set apart. My two best friends! And yes, yes you can have more than one at a time.
That annoying moment when you realize that you still have a grudge against someone and you kinda sorta need to get over yourself and forgive. Again.
Patience. When will I ever learn you? When? Is asking you when I will learn you impatience as well? Oh man. This is something that's been an ongoing learning experience for me, especially the last two years. What I have learned is that the things I want to happen happen when I let them be and just happen as they should. It's just hard to let go over and over and over again.
I saw my first shooting star April 21st around midnight after crying over that cat at prom. I just remembered this right now for some reason.
I'm really starting to like college. Like a lot. I love being able to ride my bike. Be able to sit in the park by myself and write and people not pity me for being alone. Being treated like an adult. Yet being dorks at lunch. How I can really be who I am. For example, in high school I didn't tell anyone that I wanted to be a writer. Now I tell everyone.
All my new friends stick up for me and my mormon ways. No questions asked. I love it!
I wear my pajamas as soon as I get out of class. Some of the girls put on more makeup when they're done with class.
I write and eat Reeses Puffs every night. It's quite great.
I made the first cut of lay offs at work. There's another one this week. I hope I get to keep my job at the bookstore!!!! It's nice not having to worry about working on Sundays. And I've made a ton of friends there.
I have an easier time making friends that aren't my age. I FINALLY made a friend in my honors class. The two of us weren't swept up into automatic cliques last week. We were both in the park, reading and writing respectively. So then we sat with each other in class. We talked. A lot. Then I found out she's turning 20. Point proven. I have problems making friends my age. Much easier if they're a year older or two, or a year younger.
It get's hard to leave to go back to my dorm every week, and hard to come back.
I wish the dog would seem a little happier to see me every week, goodness!
I'm bringing down the crazy socks to my dorm this week. It's going to get cold soon. And I'm going to need my socks.
I got my first calling in the branch today. Wasn't too excited about it honestly. Put me in a stressed mood. It's on the fellowshipping committee. I don't really know how this is all going to work out, especially since I only live in the branch boundaries half of Saturday and Sunday. But I know I'm supposed to have this calling and it'll work out. And the sooner I get over my negative attitude about it, the sooner they'll release me. ;)
Britton and the bestby watched me get set apart. My two best friends! And yes, yes you can have more than one at a time.
That annoying moment when you realize that you still have a grudge against someone and you kinda sorta need to get over yourself and forgive. Again.
Patience. When will I ever learn you? When? Is asking you when I will learn you impatience as well? Oh man. This is something that's been an ongoing learning experience for me, especially the last two years. What I have learned is that the things I want to happen happen when I let them be and just happen as they should. It's just hard to let go over and over and over again.
I saw my first shooting star April 21st around midnight after crying over that cat at prom. I just remembered this right now for some reason.
I'm really starting to like college. Like a lot. I love being able to ride my bike. Be able to sit in the park by myself and write and people not pity me for being alone. Being treated like an adult. Yet being dorks at lunch. How I can really be who I am. For example, in high school I didn't tell anyone that I wanted to be a writer. Now I tell everyone.
All my new friends stick up for me and my mormon ways. No questions asked. I love it!
I wear my pajamas as soon as I get out of class. Some of the girls put on more makeup when they're done with class.
I write and eat Reeses Puffs every night. It's quite great.
I made the first cut of lay offs at work. There's another one this week. I hope I get to keep my job at the bookstore!!!! It's nice not having to worry about working on Sundays. And I've made a ton of friends there.
I have an easier time making friends that aren't my age. I FINALLY made a friend in my honors class. The two of us weren't swept up into automatic cliques last week. We were both in the park, reading and writing respectively. So then we sat with each other in class. We talked. A lot. Then I found out she's turning 20. Point proven. I have problems making friends my age. Much easier if they're a year older or two, or a year younger.
It get's hard to leave to go back to my dorm every week, and hard to come back.
I wish the dog would seem a little happier to see me every week, goodness!
I'm bringing down the crazy socks to my dorm this week. It's going to get cold soon. And I'm going to need my socks.
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