Oh Boy...

HAHAHAHA!!!

Wow.

I just don't know what to think sometimes....

But,

I would say last night was fun.

Yep.

:)

(I think Cody would classify this as vague. He would be right.)

Can I Get a Huzzah?

I got past yesterday! I got all the urgent homework done and submitted.

AND I watched an episode of Glee! (I'm so hopelessly behind. School and life....well, it's been a nightmare.)

Today, I will do more homework. I got up and made my roommate breakfast before she had to take the Praxis, and then I went back to bed. I don't know what it is about early morning naps, but they always seem to have the best dreams. Like, seriously, the best dreams. :)

Waking up from them is the worst.

It's like somebody said, "Here's the fuzziest, warmest sweater on earth--the most perfectly warmed mug of hot cocoa--the best, lovingest, squeeziest, most delightful hug that lifts you off your feet--a slice of richly frosted chocolate fudge-y cake--an hour of gut-wrenching laughter--a spoon and a jar of no-calorie peanut butter that tastes just like the real thing--the most perfectly written book--David Archuleta serenading you with his dulcet voice--a brand-new pair of Utah State sweatpants--new, fresh, beautiful mail--the cutest text message in the world--"

...waited for you to open your arms...

...then took it all away and said, "Just kidding."

Seriously. That's what the dream gods told me. And they laughed.

I bet you're thinking, "Well, now, that couldn't get any worse."

Oh.

It could.

That magical dream was wrenched away from me, and I woke up to see it snowing.

I bet you're crying with me right now.

Thank you. Misery loves company.

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry...

is what I'm chanting to myself this morning.

It's 6:47, don'tcha know.

I've been up around 5:30 or 6:00 for the last three mornings.

I think.

It all kinda blurs together after awhile.

So much homework.

So much reading.

So much writing.

And all before Thanksgiving break.

When I come back

there will be

So much homework.

So much reading.

So much writing.

But you know what makes it worthwhile?

The peaceful time I get to spend...

praying

and

studying my scriptures

(I say "my," because once you start studying

and really paying attention,

well, the scriptures really do become your own)

before I do my homework.

I think it helps me not be crazy.

And not cry.

And not throw things.

And not cry.

And not think mean things in my head.

And not cry.

(I fail this one almost every day.)

This post is kind of sad. I'm feeling kind of sad.

I predict a sad kind of week.

Melancholy mixed with a little despondency.

Sorry.

(Apology to Cody for being vague. See below for vague details.)

I'm being vague. I feel vague.

I think it's because admitting the specifics

(happy or sad)

makes me feel

VULNERABLE

and I don't like it.

So I'll end here and wish you

Happy Weekend!!

(with no melancholy or despondency)

11:11...

I believe in wishing on 11:11.

After years of wishing, a wish finally

came true for the

first time

this year

I won't tell you what it was,

but

it was magnificent!

Tonight

is November 11

also known as 11/11

Wishes are especially powerful

when you wish at

11:11 on 11/11

So just imagine

how amazing the

wish you make

on November 11, 2011

will be!!

What will you wish for?

(Don't tell, though, because it won't come true!)

I Miss...

Drawing sometimes.

I drew this today for my roommate.

What do you think?

Ode to...

My favorite foods (as listed here).

Well. No. It can't really be an ode, because it's not poetry. But it is poetry! I mean, the food is poetry in my mouth, but this post is not.

I guess you could call it a tribute. A tribute to the poetry that is the delight that is the mingling of the tingling that is Diet Coke and the melting of Cheddar Jalapeno (how do you do the little squiggly above the "n"?) Cheetos upon my tongue. 

Did you get that?

So I've always loved Diet Coke, but it wasn't until Kelsey inspired me with her public dedication (I think I may have even Googled the exact same image! Oh my!) to that beloved beverage that I thought, "Well hey! I love it too, and I have a testimony of the truthfulness of its deliciousness, above all that I ever before tasted. And it is desirable above all other cola products, so I want others to partake of it also."

I know that Diet Coke is real. I don't think it, I know. I've tasted it for myself. I also know that Cheddar Jalapeno (for reals, how do you do the squiggly?) Cheetos are true, as far as they are munched correctly. And by that, I mean you need to buy the big family sized bag and down the whole thing in one evening. 

And if you don't know this for yourself, well, you need to find out. 

Because, obviously, you are missing something essential in your life.

Amen.

Yummy-Yum-Yum...

My favorite foods are:

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