New Philosophy

So:

For many reason at the end of last year, I chose to adopt a new philosophy for 2011.

It was as follows; "use 'em, & lose 'em".

Of course, it was regarding the male species.

I just thought it would better to treat them all the way they treat us.

Right?...

WRONG.

Fortunately I have been extremely blessed with THE BEST of friends

(they're actually more like family).

Last night was my Soul Sister Othilie Hoem's birthday party

& of course we were all there..

After the masses started leaving, the rest of us began a discussion on..

Toes. Someone mentioned how we really only need our big toe, and that we really don't need the other 4 little guys and Othilie started having a heart attack because she doesn't like to discuss that, then of COURSE evolution came up, which NATURALLY led to a discussion on Religion..

The point of this post is to reveal my new philosophy.

And as I talked to Jessica R. I realized I was forgetting what I had learned,

and the guidance I had been given.

More important than what someone has done in the past, is what they're willing to do in the future.

Divine Potential.

I was blindly judging people for what they had done, when as once said at a general conference:

"You can't tell by looking at a frog how high he will jump" (Vietnamese proverb)

THUS: my new philosophy--

Everything happens for a reason & be kind to everyone.

There's a Man Upstairs who knows what I need better than I do; when I let him take the lead, I'll be okay. He'll do what's best for me even if I don't realize it.

So I just need to trust him & be nice to everyone, because you never know ;)

Missing the Point..

When I was younger, I made THE LIST in Young Women's.

Y'know, the list that contains everything I want/need in a husband.

At the very tippy tip top was always "RM".

Ahhhhh, yes; Returned Missionary, of course.

BUT WAIT--I've come to a realization.

Going on a mission doesn't mean what it used to.

Giving up 2 years of their lives to go forth and serve

doesn't promise a type of young man when the time's up.

I have seen, in my recent days/months/years,

that simply going on a mission doesn't qualify someone as a good person.

Or even a religious, ethical, high-standards-seeking person!

And this observation has caused a passionate opinion to form..

Don't do it.

Don't go through the temple; don't serve a mission.

Honestly, if you're going to defile the sacred clothing & come home excited to be "of the world" instead of simply "in the world"...DON'T GO.

I have lost so much respect for so many "RM"s who act worst than people that didn't go on a mission! Seriously? What did you do for those 2 years?

And if you truly were invested in the work & service...did you forget it so quickly?

I feel like a lot of pre/post missionaries are missing the point;

A mission isn't "I'm going to be really good for 2 years, then party when I come home."

Its, "I'm going to go on a mission to prepare to come home a better and changed person."

The mission is only the BEGINNING of a monumental change in person, character, actions, etc.

Don't get me wrong, I want there to be missionaries. There's nothing I love more (that's sort of an exaggeration; there's plenty of things I love more: food, air, water, Jersey Shore) than seeing missionaries walking together on a sidewalk in Provo, Utah.

But if you're going to come home, and not live your life worthy to bear the garments you continue to wear, (because let's be honest, that's what all the girls will be hoping are peeking out of your sleeves/neck) DON'T DO IT.

You're not just defying the sacred apparel, you're defying the church.

It's sad; they're missing the point.

And frankly, I fear the good, worthy, list-approved man is becoming extinct.

I lied.

I'm a liar.

On the bright side, I learned I have the talent of deception.

Especially self-deception.

That's pretty cool, right?

Reeeeeeeelief (During Finals Week?!)

I am finally over that young man.

I can't tell you how amazing this feels.

I'm not sure who "you" is, haha.

But it is incredible, You, let me tell you.

I'm over him, and I'm not mad at him!

I didn't know that was possible.

It totes is! I'm completely Switzerland.

Like, if he were to walk in those double glass doors to my left right there,

I'd probably look up, (reluctantly; don't like to leave my writing)

wave, smile, and get back to this.

Really though!

Isn't that wonderful?

I came to the realization that it isn't his fault.

It's not his fault that I was this illogically romantic typical girl who SWOONED.

It's not his fault, or his problem.

And now? It's not mine either!!

:D

The most perfect song EVER for how I am feeling.

(cue the rain)
You got me caught in all this mess
I guess we can blame it on the rain
My pain is knowing I can't have you
(I can't have you)
Tell me does she look at you the way I do?
Try and understand the words you say
and the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy, am I crazy?
I catch my breath
The one you took the moment you entered the room
My heart it breaks at the thought of her holding you
Does she look at you the way I do?
Try and understand the words you say
and the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy,
Or is this more than a crush?
Maybe I'm alone in this
But I find peace in solitude knowing if
I had but just one kiss this whole room would be glowing
We'd be glowing
We'd be glowing

Beginnings

frydaye!!

So!

Yesterday was a pretty good day, me and Chels had some pictures taken by Beth Berry.

It was loads of fun. Also, I got the watch I've had my eye on for quite some time.

"Quite some time" being about 20 hours, since I'm impatient.

Look at it. Look at it to the left of this very georgia type text!

I love it. It can do everything. It can hold up to 38 names and numbers, haha! Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever heard!?

I know. Me too. Observation: everyone is getting either engaged, or leaving on their mission. It's starting to stress me out, especially since I can't leave on my mish for another 2 years or something. OH! In case you were wondering, there's 46 days until my birthday, yes. Yes, my watch told me that. ALSO: I see Tanya today! I am so excited. I haven't seen that woman in so long, years-centuries. That's an exaggeration. And now; for your viewing pleasure: