Hey all. It's been forever since I've posted anything on here, and even longer since it was something artsy and different and interesting. So basically... I like lists. Lists help me organize my life. At this very moment in time, I have a to-do list written out for today, and a longer one in my head for this week. I also have a bucket list that keeps getting added to, though I haven't actually put pen to paper on that one. Maybe I should get working on that. I have about 2 1/2 months until I report to the MTC for my mission in Brazil. I'll be going through lots of lists before then. Clothes to buy, books to read, movies to see, shots to get, letters to write, people to talk with, etc. Look, that's a list in itself. Already, I can feel the organization.
Dreams. I have weird dreams. Sometimes more than others. For the past couple weeks, I've been on a roll. I remember my dreams the next day, so I remember what I just dreamed about. I have lots of dreams about my friends, about people in Utah, and about my upcoming mission. Of course, in dreams, something almost always goes wrong with good situations, or my head writes my life story about the way I want it to be at the time, not about reality. Sometimes I wake up and think, "dang, that was just a dream?" Oh well. It's fun, really.
I turned 21 a few days ago. Hard to believe, I know. I'm old. And you want to know a secret? My birthday was kinda lame. I was supposed to go bowling with some people, but they never showed up. I had cake with my family, which was good. And then Mel and Mike came over for a few hours, and that was good too. I'm glad they came, because otherwise it would have been a pretty much friendless birthday. Oh well. I went to the Christmas pageant too...but I'm not gonna write how I felt about that. Maybe another time, not on the internet. Where was I going with this thought? Oh yeah. I realized that birthdays aren't really important. I had a huge fiesta last year when I turned 20, and did 20 new things I'd never done before. It took all day, literally, and was definitely a birthday to remember. But i think sometimes birthdays are just a reason to have a party. Age doesn't really matter anymore. At least it doesn't to me right now. That could change next week or year or whatever. I don't even know how to put this in words...so now I'm just rambling and I'm going to stop.
SO GUESS WHAT! My old roommate from sophomore year at BYU is coming! Tiff Tiff is coming out to NH for Christmas with my family, and she's bringing her little brother, Skylar. I'm so excited! And then I will put up pictures, because we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words, and I haven't put up any pictures lately. So yup. Okay, off to do my million things today!
Dreams. I have weird dreams. Sometimes more than others. For the past couple weeks, I've been on a roll. I remember my dreams the next day, so I remember what I just dreamed about. I have lots of dreams about my friends, about people in Utah, and about my upcoming mission. Of course, in dreams, something almost always goes wrong with good situations, or my head writes my life story about the way I want it to be at the time, not about reality. Sometimes I wake up and think, "dang, that was just a dream?" Oh well. It's fun, really.
I turned 21 a few days ago. Hard to believe, I know. I'm old. And you want to know a secret? My birthday was kinda lame. I was supposed to go bowling with some people, but they never showed up. I had cake with my family, which was good. And then Mel and Mike came over for a few hours, and that was good too. I'm glad they came, because otherwise it would have been a pretty much friendless birthday. Oh well. I went to the Christmas pageant too...but I'm not gonna write how I felt about that. Maybe another time, not on the internet. Where was I going with this thought? Oh yeah. I realized that birthdays aren't really important. I had a huge fiesta last year when I turned 20, and did 20 new things I'd never done before. It took all day, literally, and was definitely a birthday to remember. But i think sometimes birthdays are just a reason to have a party. Age doesn't really matter anymore. At least it doesn't to me right now. That could change next week or year or whatever. I don't even know how to put this in words...so now I'm just rambling and I'm going to stop.
SO GUESS WHAT! My old roommate from sophomore year at BYU is coming! Tiff Tiff is coming out to NH for Christmas with my family, and she's bringing her little brother, Skylar. I'm so excited! And then I will put up pictures, because we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words, and I haven't put up any pictures lately. So yup. Okay, off to do my million things today!
Yay! Another blog. Love your blogs, Karen.
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