This must be the place

It's been some time. In that time my sister was married and I continue to slowly be slaughtered by my classes. Actually, ok, slaughtered is a tad dramatic. But, school is rough.

I recently, as in Friday decided that I really need to get in order and start giving life and college 110% of my energy. So I went to Barnes and Noble and bought a planner. Once I started filling this planner out, I realized how much I have left on my plate this semester...yikes.

But filling out this planner also helped me to see how much I miss doing things I love. I need to make more time for them. I miss sketching and painting, I miss crocheting and playing the guitar. I miss reading the most. If anyone has a good book they have recently read, let me know.

So this is my solemn promise to my self. That no matter where I am in life, no matter where I live or what is making me feel "super busy", I promise to make it The Place. The place where I am first and foremost myself and making time to do things I love.

I started today by laying under a shedding tree, listening to my tunes and thinking about how wonderful Fall is.

Fall Breakers

I really love autumn in Provo. I love walking to campus with a chilled nose and my tunes plugged in. Sometimes I just walk with my head tilted up watching the papery, golden, leaves flutter down around me in their weird zig-zagging descent. I am sure it just makes people think I have no social skills with my face tilted up in the sky, but I don't have very many social skills...so I guess it's fine. And if they only questioned my weirdness, I guess this confirms it. Happy Autumn!

Some food for thought

People like her, this is why I know The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints is true. We have the ability to become wonderful people; and even when the world seems to have lost any goodness, or mercy, kindness, I am reminded of people like Cecile. She is a tangible, real and indisputable manifestation of love. It is a kind of love that is contagious and spreads like warm sunlight everywhere, it is the kind of love only the Savior can give.

I have not been one to publicly preach, or even be very open with my religious views because I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or politically strained. But, I feel so strongly that my religion, is not about pointing out the flaws in other people, or what they need to change. Rather, my religion is about finding solitude when peace feels so obsolete. My religion is about searching for light and beauty where pessimism rules supreme. My religion is about teaching me how to gain pure, unadulterated love even with all my faults and doubts.

I want people to know, that even when I am not vocalizing it, I know that God exists. I know He is kind, and good, and loving. I know that even when I feel completely isolated and downtrodden by the condition of some of my fellow men on this earth- He will heal my heart, and He will heal theirs too. I love this little piece of truth that God had allowed me to keep bound in my heart, and I cling to it with all that I have.

Marriage Prep

So Emily and I had to fill 3 credit hours this Fall, and instead of taking a class where we have to actually compute information...we took Marriage Prep. Well, there are a LOT of things going on in that class. Mostly me sitting there wishing I had gone to the vending machines before the class started... But we are learning some cool things: like don't compete, and Men and Women are from Kolob- NOT Mars and Venus and stuff like that. Marriage Prep has mostly just made me keenly aware of how different the average "married" BYU student is from myself...take that as you will...

Being back in Utah has meant doing Utah stuff. Like going to Sundance and singing James Taylor on the lifts and sucking on honey sticks. Going to the Utah State Fair and eating off everyone's food and checking out the wholesale hot tubs. Hanging with my little, very adorable, very big cousin Josh; going to regional conference on campus then hanging in the MOA art garden. And FINALY, throwing my sister her bridal shower at my new house. It turned out really well.

I am back in Utah.

Its been a while, AGAIN. Looks like I am one of those "sporadic"types. Ooof. Well I loved my end of summer. Emily came down to visit, and we did many things: mostly just logged about. But now I am two weeks into school at PROZOVO. Yeeeah. Its cool I guess. I am just cooking along here at my new  house. I broke it in by placing 3 friendly gnomes in our front window. Sooo that will probably keep the Fellas coming! Here is a photo montage of my life these past 4 weeks, ENJOY:

One day, I woke up with one sock on, it was weird cause  I don't even remember putting on the sock...

I take REALLY great photos

Here's a little "funny" for you, I am sure many of you take some photos you would rather just throw away. Many of you, I am sure, purposefully take goofy pictures of yourself for the sake of comedy. But here's the thing with me, I take really awkward pictures just being myself. In other words, the photos I am about to display are living proof of my ability to look like a human-turtle, or a completely strung-out loser, or just really uncomfortable. Overall, this is for all you weirdos* out there who can't seem to function as a real human being (*me).

To my soul-sistas and soul-brothas:

I forgot I go to school

So, I have a week left before I head back up to P-town. And I feel like I am stuck in limbo land of doing absolutely nothing and feeling antsy to have a life again. I am not going to lie, having this month of hiatus after Europe was a dream come true, but I woke up this morning and realized: I forgot I go to school. Do I even remember how to write a paper? Do I remember how to take an exam? Its been almost 4 months and MAN, I am rusty. So yeah, I guess I should try and remember how I go to school.

I think it goes something like this.....