too many to count. :)

Remember how I couldn't decide what to blog about? Now I have a whole big list of things to say. I would make this really fancy and spend a ton of time on it, but alas, I'm going to a movie in approximately two hours. Ha! 

First: I wrote this in my journal on sunday and it seemed like a good thing to share, especially with my seminary buddies. 
Spiritual Death and Spiritual Rebirth. To be truly converted to Christ, and be able to really come to know Him, we must have a spiritual death. And from this death comes a rebirth. Once you know your lowest low, you can rise to you highest high and be forever converted to the gospel. Everyone has a conversion to the gospel, whether they grew up in the church or not. At one point or another, each and every member has a conversion and is able to come to know the Savior and the Heavenly love that surrounds them at all times. 
This this spiritual rebirth is generally when a lot of people, not all, but a lot, have their conversion. A conversion is that moment when you think to yourself, "This is the GREATEST feeling EVER. I don't know where I would be without this church and I know, without a doubt, that I never want to leave it," and make that silent vow to never sin again. We all make this vow at one point, be it at Girl's Camp, Scout Camp, EFY, or possibly even on your mission. And this vow, is going to be broken. None of us are perfect yet. That's what we are here for. We are here working towards perfection so as to enable us to live with God and Jesus Christ once more.
Then, on the opposite end of the spectrum, there are those who have a gradual conversion. These are those who can't necessarily chalk up their surety of the gospel to one significant moment, but are still able to proclaim to others that they know the truthfulness of the gospel and believe in Christ. This type of conversion is just as wonderful as the big moment conversion, maybe some could perceive it as more wonderful, as this conversion gives more little memories that taste so sweet (yes, memories have flavors, think about it. There are sweet memories, bitter memories, salty memories, etc.). The only thing that really matters is that WE ARE CONVERTED. Most important part. 
Now, if you've had your conversion, and have gone on to lose sight of your goals and your spirituality has dipped down, don't fret. That's what repentance is for! Once you're able to rediscover that desire in your heart, you've taken  the first step towards getting back on the path, which is a great little metaphor for life, when you think about it. Paths can be smooth, bumpy, rocky, there could be thorns, and other various adjectives that are often used to describe paths. Life is the same way. 


It doesn't matter how you get there, as long as you get there.


Second: This is a baby one. But really not, as it pertains to my future... I was officially accepted to UTAH STATE UNIVERSITY!!!!! I'm now an Aggie! I'm sooooooo excited. So so so excited. I can't wait! :)


I'll work on the other subjects, they have pictures and things. :) Plus, I'm super tired. Ice skating takes a lot out of you, especially when you can't do it. 

caught in limbo.

I've been feeling the urge to blog lately, but I can't decide what to blog about. 


I can easily say that I feel caught in limbo. With boys, with friends, with school, with life in general. 


But at the same time, I feel completely at ease. 


I suppose I'm feeling the need for a change. 


Change. Change. Change. 


I took the first step towards college today. I applied for USU, the college I plan on attending. Maybe this will bring about that change I was talking about, maybe not. 


I think it's time for a bowl of Tillamook's Grandma's Cake Batter Ice Cream and then I'm off to bed. :) I'll blog again when I have a specific idea in my head. 

attack of the teenage quotes.

uhh, what a dumb! I promised quotes for every post and didn't put any in that last. so, here are a few, enjoy! :)


Men do less than they ought,
unless they do all they can.
           --Thomas Carlyle


                                         First say to yourself what you would be;
                                         and then do what you have to do.
                                                        --Epictetus 

                   

Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.
       --Albert Einstein

       Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember,  you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.                                                                              -- Harriet Tubman                 

give it all you've got.

Okay, so there's this girl in my seminary class who just... is absolutely inspiring. I've actually been kinda stalking her blog since the middle of the summer, and she ended up in my class! random! but anyways, here is a specific post of hers that I think everyone in the world should read....here. She's crazy awesome.

Other than that, senior year has been crazy! like, absolutely nuts. I feel like I'm a totally different person already and it has only been about a month? Everything has changed. Some for the good, others, not so good. Sometimes I feel like I don't do anything right. And other times, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I get hormonal sometimes, and I say things I don't mean. but, that's life. and you just gotta take the hand you've been dealt, and give it all you've got.

maybe a new motto? give it all you've got? catchy. has a nice ring to it.

here we are.

So, today was just another day at school, I learned a whole bunch (as always) and some things were completely just... odd. To say the least. Creation Myth? Look it up. Goddess' are born from cut off genitalia. Always fun, right? Anyways, that was Mythology and after that, I did something... completely rude. I told my friend she was being really judgmental and then I walked away. I felt horrible for a little bit, but I guess everything was pretty okay after we had both had about an hour apart. So then I went to Seminary. And that's where the fun began.


I walk in and sit down with my scriptures and everything, and my friend Tori comes in to join our class for the day, and class starts, no big deal. Well, my teacher has this thing during devotional called "G.I.A." which stands for Gospel In Action. And usually there are about 3-ish people who volunteer to be written on the board as for sure going to share. But today, there were about... seven? Or maybe more. Either way, I felt the Spirit so strongly during each and every one of them, and I thought back to last night. While I was doing my homework, I had this thought that I should stop and read my patriarchal blessing, but I didn't and just kept doing my homework. Tori talked about heeding the promptings of the Spirit. This past weekend, there was alot going on in the family department, and three or four people talked about their family. It was unreal how everything that other people were sharing, had something to do with the things that had been happening in my life lately. Then we went over some business type things, and Brother Christiansen started his little mini lesson for the day and we talked about how one person can make or break a seminary class. My sophomore year, during first semester, that person was a senior named Charles Thurber. He was amazing and shared almost every single day, his spirit was insane... he was just one of those guys that you can see going on a mission and totally rocking it. He helped me so much and in so many ways, that I can't even think of them all. But anyways, during that sophomore year, I promised myself that I would be that senior someday. 
I'm a senior today, and I have already broken that promise. I haven't gotten up to share at all this year. I've been totally slacking on scripture reading and prayer, and as a result of that, I feel that my life has been crazier than it should be. This weekend, I'm going to make a significant effort to turn things around and become that senior again. And feel that I am in the position to help others, and share the things that I have learned. 
Also, I want to start ending each post with a quote or two, so here are a few... couple. :)

                    "God works in mysterious ways, but so does the devil,".


   What is the use of living if it be not to strive
   for noble causes and to make this muddled world
   a better place to live in after we are gone. ---Winston Churchill

Oh the crazy life.

So, school started and man! Life has been going non-stop. I decided that today I needed a nap and definitely needed to blog. So here it is!

Senior year. Oh my heck, terrified much? Scares the poop outta me, to be perfectly honest. Classes= pretty hard. Homework= everyday of my life! Social life= still there, better than the summer, but sometimes I still feel like this... "Social life? What's that?" I don't want this year to end, because then I have to grow up and move on. I know this is what I've been waiting oh so patiently to happen, but I don't want to anymore. Now that I know more accurately about what happens and I can imagine some consequences, High school seems pretty good to me. That said, I can't wait to get out into the real world and be part of it, experience it, love it.



Anyways, I really should stop blogging and get on to my homework! Calculus awaits!

Au revoir!

crazy day.

I know, I know. I already posted today, but there have been some events that can't go unblogged about.
First, SYTYCD Finale tonight! Melanie won! I've loved her since the very beginning and I was incredibly excited for her. She is fantastic.
Second, I talked to my brother for a bit, who lives in North Dakota. He has lived out of state since... about May-ish? Possibly even June... but that seems like it hasn't been as long as it seems! haha. Either way, he was in Wyoming for a spell and that wasn't too bad, since he was only a few hours away and we still saw him (and his wife, Dana) every couple of weeks. No big deal. THEN, he moved to good ole Ray, ND (which is the middle of no where) and I haven't seen him in FOREVER. He now lives... 13 hours away? Something of that magnitude. He lives HALF A DAY AWAY. And I didn't realize how much I missed him until I talked to him on the phone. Oh my cheese. I did NOT like that feeling. Although, it reminded me of a few little things:
*My brother genuinely (sp?) cares for me and my well being.
*My family is getting older. And that makes me kinda sad.
*He only wants whats best for me.
*Even though my brother is stubborn and smacks me around, I love him to bits.
*I can't wait until he moves back to Utah.
*If it so happens, I can't wait to spend all of next summer with him and his wife and their puppy, Fritz.
{Here's a picture of him. He's a bit bigger now, but I've always loved this picture. :)}

He's a cutie! Annoying at times, but so cute that you forget about that stuff. And he loves to cuddle!












Next, I was going to take my grandma and my sister to their homes when my grandma discovers she has lost her keys. She and my momma had gone to a viewing earlier and she thinks that is the location of the lost keys. At this point, it's like... 9 PM ish. But she calls the Walker Sanderson Mortuary people and they agree to meet us over there to look for the keys. We hussle on over there and they let us in and my grandma retraces her steps and such, and we see the dead guy still in the viewing room in his casket... it was a little on the creepy side, simply because I wasn't expecting that in the least and it was just a smidge awkward. Anyways! My sister goes back out to look in the car and junk. The mortuary man goes to look in the office. And my grandma and I just sorta chill in the hallway as I try not to think about the dead person who is only about 100 feet to my right. Then, my grandma starts feeling around her pockets and stuff and realizes that her keys had fallen into her pants and gotten stuck there! Her keys were with her thee ENTIRE TIME. And we made the mortuary guy come and let us in and everything. She, of course, starts laughing like a crazy lady, and thanks the man for coming down at that hour and junk and we make our way to the car. It was crazy sauce. Sooo soooo funny. It was so great.

Then, we had a discussion about how my cousin's husband is a mortician and what they do and stuff. And how it takes a certain type of person to be able to do that. And then we discussed cremation vs. preservation/burial. I still have a few questions about it, but I gotta save those questions for some select people. ;)

Then, I came home and got a popsicle and brought it down to my room with me. I was going to let it thaw a smidge so it was more enjoyable. But then... I started blog stalking people I don't know and I COMPLETELY forgot about my poor astro pop. And it was super melty. I tried to open the top and eat it like an otter pop, but then it started leaking out the bottom and was an awkward mess. It actually got on my blanket, but I licked it off. Gross, I know. But it was an ASTRO POP for heaven's sake! And I was already having to throw away the most-ness of it. It was quite the depressing moment. But! then I realized that I have yet to furnish my new night stand with it's own bottle of yummy hand sanitizer and I picked my bottle of "bat bite apple" pocketbac from last fall and tried it out. Mmmm, good choice. :)

Wells, since it's approximately 12:53 AM and I am going to LAGOOOOOON with the 'rents tomorrow, I better get some sleep. :) So they don't think I'm so incredibly lazy... I just stay up later than the rest of the world! ... than the rest of the Orem/Provo area. :)  
P.S. [They want to combine Orem and Provo since Provo isn't "big enough" and I think that if they do that, the new name should be "PROM". Clever, right? HA, not in the least. I just made that up in my little sleepy brain.]

Either way, Good night! Sweet Dreams! Don't let the bed bugs bite! (don't be fooled, bed bugs are legitimate and very real)   :)