Hello, first day of classes!

Wassat, self? You've decided you don't want to play in an ensemble this semester? Fine, take two gym classes :D

Wassat, school? You want me to navigate through the most crowded area of the building in 5 minutes? Okay, I'll figure out the ventilation system so I can get out quicker. Or just, y'know, take the back door.

this semester is going to be fun. XD

it's funny how soon I've already given up.

and for what?

I've already admitted myself to failure, that's what.

so.

throw stuff together to be part of an ensemble? throw words on a page to finish this story I've spent all summer on?

give up on classes I haven't even spent an hour thinking about?


I thought I could do this...

No matter how many times I fly, I still get nervous when I'm getting ready to leave the house.

I love my family and will miss them SO much. I wish I could just be with them all the time.

Good thing I have eternity.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a blender to fit in my suitcase...

it's gonna be a bumpy ride, but it sure beats standing still.

true, true.

and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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back to Provo and the bubble tomorrow. the coming semester is going to need a lot of work, but I bet I can do it.

a little at a time.

what's keeping me back, but myself?

a formidable foe, but I've got a new theme song to keep me goin' ;)

another 1K of monies, stashed away for some future car.

suhweet.

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Provo on Saturday!

yay.

my subconscious thinks it's sooooo funny.

so, all this summer I've been working on this story my brain decided it wanted to work on in the middle of spring semester (so like, May). so I humored it, and I'm nearing the end of the novella. (HALLELUJAH.)

then today, I'm reading some articles online, and my subconscious pops up and says, in classic Navi fashion, "HEY! What do you think about a SEQUEL?!?"

needless to say, I have a bruise on my forehead from banging it against my desk so many times.

maybe next summer.

unless the plunnies* decide to attack in the middle of the semester again.

*plunnie. a quick, short, dramatic thing that gnaws on your brain with an idea before you write it down - and then abandons you once done, as idea normally makes NO SENSE. they have no help to be caught; only entertained OR beheaded with a large machete.

life is beautiful.

my entire family is in the hands of some mighty fine angels, let me tell you.

especially my dad. from what was explained to me, he had the worst kind of heart attack where 98% of the people who get it don't make it. (edit: it was this kind.)

his eyes are bloodshot around the cornea and quite yellow outside of that, so he's super scary to look at but he's gonna be fine. (has to take a horse load of pills for quite some time, though.)

so, here's for all of the people who prayed for my family and me. we appreciate them and felt the effects of said prayers every day. we were protected by God and all of his angels - you.

My dad is still the same, no matter what. He's the same person, no matter what. He's still my loving father, no matter what.

appearance and hearts and whatever else change nothing.

he's still my dad. and I love him. and he's gonna be okay.

he isn't gonna die.



I need to play in church on sunday...

Of all the friends I'm currently surrounded by, I think I'm one of the only ones who is angry about the Prop. 8 overturn today.

Argh.

It makes me feel really lonely, scared, and confused.

I know I shouldn't, because feelings like those are from the devil. But seriously. This keeps getting worse and worse. Something's gotta give.

Haven't we hit rock bottom yet?