Reading Obsessed

I love reading. I just get lost in the pages, the story, the feel. I become the characters moving and feeling within the storyline. It's just exhilarating. The whole process after the first couple of pages is like an emotional roller coaster. Like I said the first couple of pages can be uninteresting until you get further into the plot-line and this can progress to the first 50-100 pages and I still love all those books. But out of the hundreds of books I've read, I can honestly say that the Hunger Games did not disinterest me at any point. The first few pages were just as pulling as the rest and I can't seem to put it down for a minute. I've already read it before too. It's the writing style, it's the characters, it's the story-line. It's everything wrapped up in one. "I love READING!"

Easter Sunday Thoughts

I know it's weird, but I don't particularly like going to church by myself. I realize that I am not alone. I can sit with any of my friends in the ward and I can sit in reflection without the little whispers going on around me. Maybe it's the walking through campus to the building I have church in all alone passing by cute couples or 2 and 3 roommates walking and laughing together. I'm not sure, but my thoughts usually scream: "yea, I'm all alone and I'm fine with it!" Then I remember they aren't judging, at least hopefully not on Sunday's.

Anyway this is about what happened on Easter Sunday and not Sunday's in general. I had a couple of really moving moments. After church I had a meeting with my Bishop after church and we talked about life and people we knew and through my Bishop the Lord told me what I needed to hear. What I have been waiting for and praying about. The Bishop had no idea the impact of his words, but as I listened I just kept thinking about the promises the Lord was giving me.

After that I found out that I was equated with sin in the Priesthood lesson. It was pretty great. 

first day out of school

Ok, so I know this sounds a little off, especially since I was so stoked yesterday, but the allure of no more school has worn off of me. I now wish that I was starting school in a couple days with everyone. I'm already bored and frustrated with not having enough things to do to keep me completely occupied. I love having class to go to and plays to participate in. I even miss doing hw and studying for tests...haha ok not tests at all. I mean finals are over and when I finished my last one I kept thinking, "what if I don't go back?" I hate finals, they are stressful and I never study enough and I don't do as well as I'd like to...so by the time they come around I can't wait to graduate. But, the day after I finish all I want to do is go back. I love the atmosphere and all of my friends. I get to see my friends, sit next to them in class, chat quietly pretending to listen to the professeur and then look innocent when he stops and looks at you.

I think out of all my classes, I'll miss Transatlantic Literature and French. I loved both the professeurs and the friends, old and new, that I had in them. I am glad that my friends from French are taking 202 at 10 am next Fall for our final class together. Unfortunately maybe one won't and that makes me sad, but I still hope and plan on seeing her throughout the semester anyway. I can hardly wait for next fall, but in the mean time. I hope to be able to get over the post semester blues and enjoy the warm summer once it decides to stop snowing and come. 


This is one of those moments when I silently contemplate my reasons for coming to Provo for college and end with..."well it certainly wasn't the weather!" It was probably for the party atmosphere that permeates this college town. haha...good one. 


I do really like going to school here though, I love my roommates and my friends and I feel like this summer is going to be great!