Favorite Show of all Time (basically the only show I watch. Ha!)

One word people.

CHUCK.

Anyone who reads this blog or happens to stumble upon it should take note. Watch Chuck. I hope you'll love it as much as I do. AND, it's relatively clean! I mean, of course they have to add the stuff that is not all that great and that we could all do without, but for the most part, it's good, clean, fun, and hilarious.

Check it out!

Favorite Song

If the Earth could give its witness;
All creation shout its praise;
If the continents and oceans
spoke to man of their devotion;
Would mortals doubt Him so,
if all were now made known?

If the faithless of the ages,
were to feel His healing power;
if the eyes and hears He opened
might be theirs for just a moment;
Would it soften hearts of stone
if all were truly known?

Face to face
so few were in that place
when heaven sent Messiah
to reclaim this fallen race.

If I could stand atop the mountains
and sound His name in every ear;
If I had power to tell His story,
like the angels have before me;
would more sins be swept away
if the world could sense the debt He paid?

Face to Face.
I'll seek Him all my days.
He means more than life to me.
Death can't take that away.

If I can't convince a world,
Then perhaps I'll reach a soul,
As I tell of how He's changed me.
How I wait for Him to take me.
(take me home)
Then I'll worship on my knees
and kiss once wounded feet.
Though He knows of my praise,
One day I'll tell Him
face to face.

--Kenneth Cope; "Face to Face"

Love this!

What-Matters-Most

Eyeballs

This is how I feel today. ...okay, maybe not to this extreme, but we're on that track if I don't start getting better. But despite my congestion and weird sounding voice, today was hilarious.

Here's why. You just try taking notes when one of your eyeballs randomly starts watering and you can hardly see your notes or the teacher and you're sniffing like a crazy person the entire time all the while trying to stay awake. I still laugh when I think about it.

Also, "eyeball" is a fantastic word.

Sundays

I love Sundays. Sunday is the best day of the week. You get all dressed up and go to church and be edified and taught, come home, are taught some more by visiting teachers and home teachers, spend time reading the scriptures, praying, and just being alive. Sundays are the BEST. And especially right now when it's still beautiful outside and the leaves are changing, and a Sunday walk is just the thing you need to recharge your batteries and prepare for a new week.

This week will be a busy one for me. I have a Chemistry test to take tomorrow, a math test this weekend, and homework and projects to do in between. That's what I'm talkin bout! Don't you just love the insanity of school?

Thoughts recently: I love the fall. I love watching all the leaves change on the mountains, and on all of the trees in the neighborhood. Watching the leaves pile up on all the lawns reminds me of this old man that lives at the bottom of my street--he spends at least 2-3 hours everyday during the fall raking EVERY SINGLE LEAF off of his lawn, his driveway, and basically his entire corner. It is spotless. Each day, as the season grows colder, more leaves fall. And every day, he is out there doing the same thing - day after day. I always have wondered why. I kind of like the blanket of color that the leaves make on my lawn. But I do have to admit that he makes the corner of our street look absolutely fabulous because of his dedication and meticulousness. So, I get the best of both worlds--my colorful lawn, and his neat and tidy green one.

Gotta love the fall.


Also, best and funniest thing in the world happened tonight. Audge-podge and I bumped heads really hard while jumping over a concrete barrier and yelling "PARKOUR", and I laughed for at least 20 minutes, all the while crying in pain. "Parkour", you know what I mean?

Life and more life

Wow, where do I even begin! These first few weeks have been crazy, hard, amazing, and hard. I have had to plan out each and every hour of my day in order to stay on top of things. But it's all good. Good preparation for the rest of my life!
Some words.

Hard work. Hard tests. Hard classes. Interesting subjects. Funny teachers. Weird teachers. Teachers I'm ok with never having a class from again. Teachers I want for every class. Lib. And by that I mean, library. Granola bars. Oatmeal. Walking to school when it's freezing and beautiful. Missing best friends and family. Loving my roomies and our crazy log cabin for realzies. Solace. I love the temple. Saving my life. Lots of decisions. Lots of happiness and stuff. Nuff.

Loves and stuffing.

WOW YOU BIG BABIES

OK OK I KNOW I AM A CRAPPY BLOGGER.

I'm working on it. This is such a random and new thing for me that I sometimes forget about it, ok? STOP CRYING. I'm here and I'm writing--as you already noticed.

ANEEWAYS. So these last few weeks have been ridiculous and insane. I don't even know what in the world I'm doing sometimes--it just all happens to me. I went to Lake Powell with my family in July, and then two weeks later, an old friend that I haven't seen or hung out with for years asked me if I wanted to go to Lake Powell again with her family a few weeks later. So I thought, why not? I'm going to be working my head off in school this fall and won't have time to take off, so why not stock up on the vacations now? Basically I was birthed in Lake Powell and I will probably die there someday. It's one of my favorite places in the world.

Hmm...what else should I tell the world of internet readers that are apparently so fascinated with my life? Well, I'm really excited and scared for this fall semester because 1) I have a pretty nice fat plate of difficult classes that might or might not slap me in the face: Chemistry, Physics, Math, Mission Prep, and another that I can't remember at the moment, and 2) I have a plan about how I am going to spend each day and what I am going to get done. So basically, I am excited for the plan, but scared about the difficulty of the classes.

Here's the plan. I have my days basically set up in this order: I get up at 6:30 or so, run, or walk or jump rope or tight rope or scooter or skateboard or float around the neighborhood--and by all that I mean, some sort of exercise. Then I'll get ready for my first class (which starts at 8) and then head out. Most days of the week I will get out of class at 10 or so. From there, I'll be in the lib. And by that I mean, the library. I'll stay there kicking homework trash until I am finished or until my brain is too exhausted to continue, and then I'll head home (which hopefully won't be later than 5 or 6). THEN, I have all night to HANG OUT WITH THE BEST ROOMMATES IN THE WORLD....well, minus the one who is married JOSEPHUS and the one who is going on a mission KEN FACE SAVAGE...both of whom I MISS LIKE MAD.

Oh, and did I mention that when I said "all night" I meant until 10:30...cause THAT'S WHEN I'M GOING TO BED. Shocking I know, but true. If you have just passed out with shock after reading that sentence, please revive yourself. It will happen. I will do it. Sleep is important, and if I want to get straight A's this semester (which is another part of the plan), I need to sleep enough, and be on a good schedule. Another reason for my bedtime schedule--I was reading about it in the Doctrine and Covenants earlier this summer--you guys probably know the scripture, chapter 88:124 that says "...retire to thy bed early, that ye may not be weary; arise early, that your bodies and your minds may be invigorated." I read that earlier this summer and it really hit me that I need to be obedient to that counsel. So I'm going to. 'nuff said.

Well, I have to get ready for work. WOO! PILLS!!

Goodbye for now.