"Do you want to come over and have some cookies Max?"
-"Yes I would love to, but I don't have your number saved so I don't know where to go to get said cookies"
Rolo cookies, spaghetti, panzarotti, and cake...balls + One fried cake ball. --> (It may not sound very good...well it isn't)
Dishes up the wazoo, Jammin to 1990's music, Pride and Prejudice while writing Ahtg essay #4
Cat wants to be best friends with Max because he has a "cool" laugh.
Raquel aka Rocky sitting in the corner being mysteriously quiet, probably coming up with some devious plan to let loose on all the innocent inhabitants of this place I reside after midnight. wahahaha. "Way to go Bam-Bam!"
"What is that?"
-"Blood"
-"Seriously? cause that is not cool to joke about." - Geoffery
Pranking is getting more sick as we go on. i'm out.
watching as Laura runs down the parking lot to the guys dorm to knock on the window. puts her hood on as she goes. she comes back. can't reach the window. take a broom. round 2. standing on the pedestal she reaches out and hits the window, comes running back. someone is watching her out the window while she runs away. in the middle of the street. coming towards us. what is she thinking? why isn't she hiding? laughing too hard to talk. they hate us anyway. us is not me i hope.
Remember Rocky? turns out something devious happened to her instead, and right at midnight too. it was a plan in the making. Laura just wanted to snuggle. Again, what is she thinking? too close while sleeping. alarmed, you guys are awful. too late, getting cruel. i'm against messing with people while they sleep. that should be a sanctuary for the mind, not awoken by living nightmares. i'm out.
dance test 8am. current time: 12:19am thats less than 8 hours. oh boy. essay 4 due at 1pm. a little more time. not any better though. i will conquer.
Krispy Kreme Donuts, 5am. shortly after sending Ale on a plane back to Italy. That's what missing looks like
"Our lives are made up of thousands of everyday choices. Over the years these little choices will be bundled together and show clearly what we value" - Boyd K Packer
Today I feel good about my choices. I am in an American Heritage class this semester and we have a packet of readings. Two that I read grabbed me in. I was there as they gave their speeches. Abraham Lincoln giving the Gettysburg Address and Fredrick Douglass, What to the Slave is the Fourth of July. What powerful speakers. Such eloquence. I feel what they felt, as much as I can in my position anyway. Another reading so powerful was America:God Mend Thine Every Flaw - Neal A Maxwell. Look into Lincoln's eyes. See how powerful they are, yet kind.
I'm in a business lectures class as well. People are invited to share how they got to where they are, share a day in the life of their profession, and give advice. One of my favorite speakers I heard told us to find someone we admire, look up to, a mentor, and copy what they do. I have someone I look up to back home in California. They teach me how to love everyone, and not by telling me to, but by showing me as they show their love for everyone around them. Anyone around this person easily feels like they are the most important thing to that person. They listen. That is important.
I've heard blogging is therapeutic. Not that I need therapy or anything, but it couldn't hurt. Right? I really don't know what to write about though. I have enough trouble writing in a journal. I look at it everyday and am reminded that I haven't written in a looooonnnnnnggggg time. Then when I do get the courage to open it and try to go take on the enormously monsterous task of catching up, I feel so small and overwhelmed. I really want to write. I have a desire to record the events in my life so that I can look back on them at some future date and remember the lessons I learned. But actually doing it is a different matter altogether! It comes so easily to some people, writing that is.
I started reading a book today titled The Book Thief. I had not read what it was about before I started it. I would rather not ruin the story before it even begins! A few of my roommates recommended it to me. I commenced reading and was surprised. Of all the many subjects it could be about, I had not suspected the one it was about. I normally shy away from holocaust books. They are horrifically sad and never really have a happy ending. All the bad the people went through is not made up with the little glimpse of happiness at the end, if there even is that much. I've read books revolving around the holocaust, but never by choice. Just school assignments. I've learned about the event multiple years. The subject pricks my heart and makes me feel like I can't breath when hearing about the horrible things that happened. When I come across a book with this subject, I usually stop reading when I learn what it is about. But this time I didn't. I don't know why really, I just know it is captivating. Captivating. That's a good strong word to describe my desire to keep reading. Usually books about the holocaust are from the Jewish point of view. This one is from a little German girl's viewpoint. It is fiction, but still the feelings she felt were not unreal. The mindset of the people around her really did exist and as tragic as it is, her circumstance was very real for many children. It still pricks my heart and makes me feel like I can't breath sometimes, but I am so captivated that I continue.
I am blessed to live in the present, rather than face the struggles they faced with courage in the past. I don't know how they handled it. I feel only capable of handling my own present worries and all other things around me. They seem so courageous to me. If they were able to face that horror, then I can be strong and face whatever comes my way, because I'm sure that in my life I will never have to face such a thing. This may seem vague to some, but it seems to make perfect sense to me.
