To Karin and Si

Although I'd never admit it to anyone but you (Karin and Sierra, the only ones that read this), I fall in love with guys based on three things:

1. Short haircuts
2. Testimonies
3. When they give me a noogie. (It's the principle of the noogie)

I am addicted to candy, and I don't know how to stop myself. All I want to do with my life is live in salt lake in the spring and teach music to kids in the summer. I don't know how or where I will do that.

I also don't know what to do with my life. I hate having an ambiguous future. Some people might call me indecisive, and even gossip BEHIND MY BACK to Audrey...thanks Sammy. But it's ok because afterwards we make up sweet little one-measure songs that go "Sloanininin-tonin" (D-D-D-D-A-F). We are also singing/playing "You've got a friend in me" in the ward talent show.

I wish the weather would get warm.
I miss you guys


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Last day with Sam.

YES

Go to the mattresses. It's from The Godfather. It means you have to go to war.
The Godfather is the I Ching. The
Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The
Godfather is the answer to any question.
What should I pack for my summer
vacation? "Leave the gun, take the
cannoli." What day of the week is it?
"Maunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday."
And the answer to your question is "Go to
the mattresses."
You're at war. "It's not personal, it's
business. It's not personal it's
business." Recite that to yourself every
time you feel you're losing your nerve.
I know you worry about being brave, this
is your chance. Fight. Fight to the
death.

true happiness

I watched Pride and prejudice tonight. I finished the one million tests and papers due this week. I'm in love. And I'm going on a mission this fall. Other than eating a terrible sloppy joe sandwich for dinner, I have the best life in the whole world.

I found this pic on my friend's profile. No explanation needed.

Thursday

I shaved a guy's face last night!! Contrary to popular belief, it's the most awkward, stressful thing ever. I thought it was going to be something comparable to the hair cutting scene in Phenomenon with John Travolta, but it was nothing like it. Ew why does a boy even have hair follicles on his face? They grow in every which direction, they're scratchy nastiness, they make him look like a bad guy, and they're a nightmare to shave off. No matter how hard I tried to slice and dice those little buggers, there were still some patches I missed when we washed off the shaving cream.

I went to an AMAZING missionary fireside yesterday! Elder Caldwell spoke on power and authority. The majoring of his talk was on power, and how having the spirit is the most important thing. He told of a sister missionary who went to her president and asked to go home. She wasn't having any success and felt worthless to the work. He challenged her to be conscious of the thoughts and words the spirit put in her mind for the next 30 days. If by the end, she still wanted to go home, he would grant permission.

That week, she and her companion knocked on a door. A woman answered, and the sister said, "We have a book we would like to present to you." The shocked woman asked her to say those words again. She did. The woman brought her husband to the front door, and again asked the sister to repeat those same words. She did. The woman explained that when her husband was a boy, his mother had a dream that one day, two women would knock on his door and say those exact words; "We have a book we would like to present to you." His mother told him that those future women would be representatives of Jesus Christ, and that he needed to listen to their message.

The sister rejoiced in having the privilege to serve the Lord. I thought it was an amazingly powerful story of the importance of the spirit. The feeling at the fireside was incredible. A man sang the song "My Shepherd will supply my need." That is one of my favorite hymns! (Except I don't think it's a hymn.)

I did laundry and went to the temple today. It was empty and there wasn't a wait, so I got to do 20 names instead of 3. Very successful morning. Tonight I'm going to the Melting Pot in salt lake! I think it's fondue.

Easter-Roommate-Egg-Hunt-Weekend-in-Pocatello-At-Ashley's- House-pic.

Do, do you got a first aid kit handy

I wish I could read scriptures and eat jelly beans all day long. I'm donating blood in an hour! Also, my new favorite song is You Make Me Feel like Dancing.

Hoity Toity

After being surrounded in all directions by the political gurus storming campus, I pose a question to the cyber abyss: are you the type of person who lies when asked if you've voted? Or do you surrender with the truth, as they corner/eat you alive? If you have any sense of integrity, deceiving is the iniquitous choice. If you ignore them, you have no soul. And if you do vote, you give in. You support their organization. You let them win. Listen, I'm all for politics as much as the next kid. Only not when I'm late for class and their chasing me down with free t-shirts and popcorn.

3 things that define my life:
1. No matter how hard I try, I will never learn how to spell license or thesaurus. (I looked them up)
2. Aeroba-stretching
3. My dinner group called Hoity Toity

So good news, my friend gave me oreo bark today. I decided the duck pond, despite clicheeziness (chiche and cheesiness combined) is the loveliest place in the whole wide world. Isn't livid a great word? I need a donut and a nap.

Ain't he cute?

Hips don't lie

I never wear enough clothes and then I suffer in the freezing cold. When will I ever learn? I need to stop trusting stupid google weather that is good for nothing and says it's going to be 63º and sunny and then it's cloudy and 40º; meanwhile I'm wearing a baby Mr. Rogers cardigan that does nothing except for maybe accentuate the size of my hips.

Last night, Jo, Audg and I stayed up till 3am at the kitchen table devising mischievous plans of revenge on certain people who ask certain girls on certain dates and then tell certain others about it. Why is staying up always a mistake? I decided to sleep through my 8 o'clock class for once, but the entire morning I was tossing and turning in bed about the important notes I was surely missing, so the extra sleep didn't even do any good. Apparently the lesson was really easy though.

My weekend in a paragraph:
Payson. Dalton's. Bowling. Being bad at bowling. Marie Callender's Pie. Mom. Sleeping on the floor. Cute new purse. Great weather. Romantical happenings. Secret Life of Bees. Disagreements. Bagels. Love. Great Harvest bread. Brothers. 375$ auto repairs. Bruising my shin. Owning Michael. Cousin joy. Spying on Ray. Playing with Mary. Rough housing with Theo. Cousin joy. Not watching October Sky. Not reading Julius Caesar. Caramel popcorn. Intrigued by someone nameless. Defending my opinions. Speaking my mind. Cousin joy. Saying things I don't mean. Nasty milky flan from Cafe Rio. Remembering Matt. Falling in more ways than one.