Reprise

Oh, for the love!

This blog is supposed to be my lay-out of all the strange and peculiar ideas that strike me, not venting of angst!

So I'll so make a reprise of my imaginative self, bringing us to this post:

New things I've learned lately:

How to get to the Orthodontist from the high school.

Flattery can be lethal when combined with Vanity

Why Patience is a virtue

How to crochet a white star on a purple buret.

The friendships you have to work hardest to gain and maintain can be the most rewarding.

Loving again after a great loss can be a lot harder than in the movies.

Conflict is rarely cut-n-dry; there are always two sides or more.

Culture is more than language or beliefs or anything else we try to tack it down to.

The huge difference between baking powder and baking soda.

How to make Restaurant and Business Logo's.

How to run up and down a violin like it's a zipper.

That I actually like some Mexican food

Futons are one of the most comfortable places to sleep. Ever.

That I like myself.

Impending, Fantastical Doom

Gosh, College and life away from Rexburg is looming over me. All I can say is I will feel totally exposed and unprepared. I've only just lately started to realize how sheltered I really am. I do want to get away from America, if but for a short time. I want to know the world is round, you know? I think of all that my sisters have done and are doing, and I shrink at the thought; I feel so small compared to them, so silly and frivolous, so unaware of things as they really are. I know I'll be lost for a month at least. It's taken me a few months to even get Rexburg's layout down--how am I supposed to navigate anywhere else? Ah, graduation scares me, and I never thought it would. I've always been a person to tackle ideas and challenges and new things with relish and gusto, but I'm afraid of life being too big to tackle and that I'll fall short--or worse, that I'll tackle it with all fervor and discover I've taken too much on myself, like my sisters before me. I have this horrible adoration of the future. I'm just so excited to start life at MY command, being able to go as fast as I want to, in a sense, without fear of looking over my shoulder at nay-sayers and copycats. But then they don't ever leave, do they? The only thing that'll change is whether or not I'm looking over my shoulder to see them. Doesn't the thought ever seize you: the hope of becoming the greatest of all, compounded by the fear of total failure, which twists into some dreaded hybrid, like crying for joy or laughing so hard you wet yourself? Ever feel like that?

Stone and a Hard Place

You know that terrible moment in mental/emotional/physical/psychological development when you're stuck between Needs, Wants, Values, Traditions, Growing Independence, and Passions? Yeah, I just hit it going 96 mph on cruse control.

New Pet Peeve

When Mormons say things at funerals like,
I knew...
I loved...
They were...

Hey! Where is your faith?! They still exist. They are somewhere else, but still living, if not where we can see them. You STILL know and love them, I should hope, and they are the same person as when in this mortal life. They aren't lost or gone... just visibly absent. I mean, really!