I apologize for not posting last week. It was a combination of two things. First, my lazy mood. It didn't help that Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers was playing in our living room. I have many weaknesses in this world: plopping on the couch to watch three hours of awesome boots, capes, and swords is one of them.
The second was that silly tendency of us girls to think in spirals. My original thought: Wow. That last post was really short-winded. Where the spiral ended: I'm the worst blogger known to man!
I think its funny how we do that. We discussed it in young women's once. Scenerio: A boy sits behind us in class.
From that we suddenly remember that we didn't do our hair very well in the back.
Because we didn't do it very well, we're lazy.
Because we're lazy, we're fat.
Because we're fat, we're ugly.
Because we're ugly, he probably doesn't want to sit behind us.
No one probably wants to sit behind us.
It goes on and on. And before the guy's even said hi, we're already craving chocolate.
Anyways, its good to be back. It seems that without fail I can walk out of the doors of our chapel on a sunday afternoon and feel like a completely new person. Without fail! I will literally have weeks where I say to myself, "Just hang in there until Sunday. You'll be fine."
And since I know some of you probably want to know (and thank you for wanting to) Winter Formal went great! I will be eternally grateful for my peers because here--and only here--can a student announce at the end of a school dance, "And remember to study your scriptures before you go to bed!"
Awesomeness. I just hope my date thought the same thing because after forgetting to tell him the color of my dress, fogretting to remind of the time our date, leaving my money in my hurry (it was girl-ask-guy), and guessing on what sort of Subway sandwich he wanted I was thanking my lucky stars he was such a laid back guy.
In fact, he told me it was one of the funnest dances he'd been to. And guess where I found the purse that held my money (and phone)? In his driveway. I had climbed out to walk him to his door and found it at my feet--inches away from where my tire would've smashed it. I have forever vowed to have good manners on dates. I wouldn't have found it otherwise.
It was one of those times where you just know someone up there is looking out for you. He knows your less-than-perfect tendencies as well as your closer-to-perfect ones. Maybe my Heavenly Father chuckled when saw that I had left my purse, muttering that it probably would've been my head if he hadn't screwed it on right. But then he knew that it was alright. He knew me and he knew that I would insist on walking my date to the door. The money my parents spent on that phone wouldn't go to waste.
I also apologize for my random topics. I can't seem to find just one theme for this week that would be easily postable. Just the daily reminders of who I am and where I need to go because I seem to need them as daily as a dosage of vitamins. And one of those reminders seems to always be my little brother. How angry can you get at a little kid for not wanting to put his church clothes on when he asks you out of the blue, "Do they make a 10Up? Because they make a 7Up."
But itt's crazy how the opinnions and themes of the world can still so subtly sneak into your head. That's why I like church so much. All the times I've grunted and groaned and scowled at my alarm clock this year that we've had to go early, I've never regretted how clearly my mind thinks afterwards. It just seems to clear all those petty little bugs that tend to get stuck to my spiritual windshield. It's one of the reasons I write this thing on Sunday after church. That way I can look back on it later and remember why I was so happy a few days before.
On a completely different tangent, I've decided to start reading the Chronicles of Narnia again. I tried once in the fourth grade because my more mentally-advanced friend was reading them. But I couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Lions couldn't sing. And what was with Edmund? There's no way I'd walk into the clutches of an evil witch just for some turkish delight. (Whatever that was.)
But now I get it. And it's so cool! I absolutely adore the symbolism as well as the straightforward things. One of my most favorite lines, "Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed."
Oh Mr. Lewis, if you only knew! Enter: Precalculus class.
The second was that silly tendency of us girls to think in spirals. My original thought: Wow. That last post was really short-winded. Where the spiral ended: I'm the worst blogger known to man!
I think its funny how we do that. We discussed it in young women's once. Scenerio: A boy sits behind us in class.
From that we suddenly remember that we didn't do our hair very well in the back.
Because we didn't do it very well, we're lazy.
Because we're lazy, we're fat.
Because we're fat, we're ugly.
Because we're ugly, he probably doesn't want to sit behind us.
No one probably wants to sit behind us.
It goes on and on. And before the guy's even said hi, we're already craving chocolate.
Anyways, its good to be back. It seems that without fail I can walk out of the doors of our chapel on a sunday afternoon and feel like a completely new person. Without fail! I will literally have weeks where I say to myself, "Just hang in there until Sunday. You'll be fine."
And since I know some of you probably want to know (and thank you for wanting to) Winter Formal went great! I will be eternally grateful for my peers because here--and only here--can a student announce at the end of a school dance, "And remember to study your scriptures before you go to bed!"
Awesomeness. I just hope my date thought the same thing because after forgetting to tell him the color of my dress, fogretting to remind of the time our date, leaving my money in my hurry (it was girl-ask-guy), and guessing on what sort of Subway sandwich he wanted I was thanking my lucky stars he was such a laid back guy.
In fact, he told me it was one of the funnest dances he'd been to. And guess where I found the purse that held my money (and phone)? In his driveway. I had climbed out to walk him to his door and found it at my feet--inches away from where my tire would've smashed it. I have forever vowed to have good manners on dates. I wouldn't have found it otherwise.
It was one of those times where you just know someone up there is looking out for you. He knows your less-than-perfect tendencies as well as your closer-to-perfect ones. Maybe my Heavenly Father chuckled when saw that I had left my purse, muttering that it probably would've been my head if he hadn't screwed it on right. But then he knew that it was alright. He knew me and he knew that I would insist on walking my date to the door. The money my parents spent on that phone wouldn't go to waste.
I also apologize for my random topics. I can't seem to find just one theme for this week that would be easily postable. Just the daily reminders of who I am and where I need to go because I seem to need them as daily as a dosage of vitamins. And one of those reminders seems to always be my little brother. How angry can you get at a little kid for not wanting to put his church clothes on when he asks you out of the blue, "Do they make a 10Up? Because they make a 7Up."
But itt's crazy how the opinnions and themes of the world can still so subtly sneak into your head. That's why I like church so much. All the times I've grunted and groaned and scowled at my alarm clock this year that we've had to go early, I've never regretted how clearly my mind thinks afterwards. It just seems to clear all those petty little bugs that tend to get stuck to my spiritual windshield. It's one of the reasons I write this thing on Sunday after church. That way I can look back on it later and remember why I was so happy a few days before.
On a completely different tangent, I've decided to start reading the Chronicles of Narnia again. I tried once in the fourth grade because my more mentally-advanced friend was reading them. But I couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Lions couldn't sing. And what was with Edmund? There's no way I'd walk into the clutches of an evil witch just for some turkish delight. (Whatever that was.)
But now I get it. And it's so cool! I absolutely adore the symbolism as well as the straightforward things. One of my most favorite lines, "Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed."
Oh Mr. Lewis, if you only knew! Enter: Precalculus class.
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