12.31.2009
12.17.2009
Procrastinating the Ugly
I so don't want to write my BOM final... five one-page essays!!!! ARGH. And it's terrible because it's like he'll give us an indepth question, then tell us to go find scriptures that support it. Now, i love the scriptures as much as anyone else, but I hate having to find scriptures about a certain subject... why can't I just answer the questions with the knowledge that I've gained? Why must I support it with references???? ARGH!!!!!
I don't like having to prove my spiritual knowledge. Why can't I just feel the spirit and have my testimony grow, and let that be my grade?
Argh.
Frustration.
I don't like having to prove my spiritual knowledge. Why can't I just feel the spirit and have my testimony grow, and let that be my grade?
Argh.
Frustration.
12.12.2009
joewjflkewjfj *achoo*
(new darklightlullabye post- first one in a few weeks. Sorry. Life has been crazy.)
yes, crazy. Freaking white glove at 8AM tomorrow- in approximately 4 hours- which meant we cleaned all day. Well, everyone else cleaned all day. I wished that I was dead. Not because cleaning sucks- because it does- but because I have acquired a cold. I know, right?
Just. My. Luck.
I personally believe it's because of all of last night's heroics. Okay, heroics is a bad word, also probably spelled wrong, but whatever. It was eventful. I don't want to talk about it, because I don't want to talk about anything. I just want to sleep. But I can't sleep, because my head is pounding, and my nose is dripping, and my fever is making me do the hot/cold, hot/cold's... And I think I got drunk/high off of Dayquil/clorox-and-other-harsh-chemicals-fumes, because around 10 o'clock I started getting more like myself- hyper and bubbly. And let me tell you, having a crappy cold due to staying outside in -13 degree weather (yes, that's a NEGATIVE 13 degrees, and yes, my nose hairs froze, thank you very much) does NOT make for happiness. I sang along to waaaaaaaaaaaay too many songs, took waaaaaaaaaaay too many pictures, and wasted waaaaaaaaaaay too much time. Other than that, I don't remember much else. I think that's a bad sign.
So, sorry roomies, for being suck a jerk. I feel really, really bad. I was counting on making up for my lack or responsibility with cleaning today. Maybe that's what I get. Ugh.
I want to die. My head hurts. Put me out of my misery. I just want to sleep. This is too many sentences. Agh. Blah. Puke.
yes, crazy. Freaking white glove at 8AM tomorrow- in approximately 4 hours- which meant we cleaned all day. Well, everyone else cleaned all day. I wished that I was dead. Not because cleaning sucks- because it does- but because I have acquired a cold. I know, right?
Just. My. Luck.
I personally believe it's because of all of last night's heroics. Okay, heroics is a bad word, also probably spelled wrong, but whatever. It was eventful. I don't want to talk about it, because I don't want to talk about anything. I just want to sleep. But I can't sleep, because my head is pounding, and my nose is dripping, and my fever is making me do the hot/cold, hot/cold's... And I think I got drunk/high off of Dayquil/clorox-and-other-harsh-chemicals-fumes, because around 10 o'clock I started getting more like myself- hyper and bubbly. And let me tell you, having a crappy cold due to staying outside in -13 degree weather (yes, that's a NEGATIVE 13 degrees, and yes, my nose hairs froze, thank you very much) does NOT make for happiness. I sang along to waaaaaaaaaaaay too many songs, took waaaaaaaaaaay too many pictures, and wasted waaaaaaaaaaay too much time. Other than that, I don't remember much else. I think that's a bad sign.
So, sorry roomies, for being suck a jerk. I feel really, really bad. I was counting on making up for my lack or responsibility with cleaning today. Maybe that's what I get. Ugh.
I want to die. My head hurts. Put me out of my misery. I just want to sleep. This is too many sentences. Agh. Blah. Puke.
12.10.2009
My Testimony
Best Book of Mormon Class EVER!!!
At the beginning of the semester, we were asked to pick one area of our spiritual lives that we wanted to improve, and we've been working personally on them all semester. Today, we spent the period sharing our experiences.
And I have to say, my project has changed my life. It's silly. But it's true. My project was to be more vocal at sharing my beliefs, and not be so... reserved about them. Back in middle/high school, the few times I tried to invite someone to church or tried to say something simple about how I thought God had had a hand in something, I got shot down really hard a few times, got sent some really mean anti-mormon stuff, and it mortified me. Therefore, I seperated my church life from my personal life, because I didn't want to offend anybody. That's been my biggest regret in life.
Now, you might ask, "Holly, how the heck did you work on your project? EVERYONE at BYUI is Mormon! How in the world did you have missionary opportunties?" And you would be partially right. I didn't really get to share the gospel with anybody new. But I am so... edified... because of it. I changed small things. I no longer worry about posting a Facebook status about something I did at Church, or that I had a spiritual experience. I'm proud to say that God had a hand in my life, even if it was something small, and I'm thankful for it. And because I'm not hiding the fact that God has a big part of my life, He's blessing me more. I feel happier, I feel closer to God, and my life is just overall better. I made the effort to make small changes, and my life has changed a lot. Proof that God wants to bless you, but you just have to make the effort and show Him that you want His help. He loves me, and I love Him. And I'm not afraid to say it. I know He lives, I know He cares about us all, and I know that we can live with Him again.
BYU Idaho is an amazing place. :D
At the beginning of the semester, we were asked to pick one area of our spiritual lives that we wanted to improve, and we've been working personally on them all semester. Today, we spent the period sharing our experiences.
And I have to say, my project has changed my life. It's silly. But it's true. My project was to be more vocal at sharing my beliefs, and not be so... reserved about them. Back in middle/high school, the few times I tried to invite someone to church or tried to say something simple about how I thought God had had a hand in something, I got shot down really hard a few times, got sent some really mean anti-mormon stuff, and it mortified me. Therefore, I seperated my church life from my personal life, because I didn't want to offend anybody. That's been my biggest regret in life.
Now, you might ask, "Holly, how the heck did you work on your project? EVERYONE at BYUI is Mormon! How in the world did you have missionary opportunties?" And you would be partially right. I didn't really get to share the gospel with anybody new. But I am so... edified... because of it. I changed small things. I no longer worry about posting a Facebook status about something I did at Church, or that I had a spiritual experience. I'm proud to say that God had a hand in my life, even if it was something small, and I'm thankful for it. And because I'm not hiding the fact that God has a big part of my life, He's blessing me more. I feel happier, I feel closer to God, and my life is just overall better. I made the effort to make small changes, and my life has changed a lot. Proof that God wants to bless you, but you just have to make the effort and show Him that you want His help. He loves me, and I love Him. And I'm not afraid to say it. I know He lives, I know He cares about us all, and I know that we can live with Him again.
BYU Idaho is an amazing place. :D
12.09.2009
Stupid Showerbar-thing.
NOTE: The best time to do laundry? Dark, snowy nights (after ten PM). I got all FIVE washers to myself. YUS.
So, today consisted of: curly fries, oreo shakes, tacos... Also, Christmas shopping, which therefore means that I can't spend another cent or else I won't have enough gas money to get home. Sigh.
Although, I decided to be a studious person and stop playing cards to go do other important things (like laundry... :D). First, I decided to take shower because it sounded good... however, I whacked my head on this stupid little bar that sits above my corner of the shower (HONESTLY, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THAT STUPID BAR, ANYWAYS??? NO PURPOSE.) Thing about my crazy head? It doesn't matter if I'm having a totally migraine free month (which I am), if I whack anywhere on the head, it kick starts a killer migraine. Therefore, not only is my scalp really sore from whacking it, I now possess a freaking migraine that's now radiating through my head. UGH.
Which means, I'm skipping all I had to do tonight, and am now going to bed. I'll have to write my paper before class tomorrow. Not. Looking. Forward. To. It. That was too many words for a period-seperated epic sentence. My head hurts too much for me to make any sort of epicness tonight. Ugh.
Goodnight.
So, today consisted of: curly fries, oreo shakes, tacos... Also, Christmas shopping, which therefore means that I can't spend another cent or else I won't have enough gas money to get home. Sigh.
Although, I decided to be a studious person and stop playing cards to go do other important things (like laundry... :D). First, I decided to take shower because it sounded good... however, I whacked my head on this stupid little bar that sits above my corner of the shower (HONESTLY, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THAT STUPID BAR, ANYWAYS??? NO PURPOSE.) Thing about my crazy head? It doesn't matter if I'm having a totally migraine free month (which I am), if I whack anywhere on the head, it kick starts a killer migraine. Therefore, not only is my scalp really sore from whacking it, I now possess a freaking migraine that's now radiating through my head. UGH.
Which means, I'm skipping all I had to do tonight, and am now going to bed. I'll have to write my paper before class tomorrow. Not. Looking. Forward. To. It. That was too many words for a period-seperated epic sentence. My head hurts too much for me to make any sort of epicness tonight. Ugh.
Goodnight.
Raindrops
You know what I miss (although I can't figure out the life of me why)? Raining days in middle school. There was just something magical about it, getting completely drenched while walking home, having to shimmy out of my jeans and chucks that were soaked completely through... I remember sitting on the kitchen floor, petting my cat, just staring out the glass door to the backyard, completely enchanted as I watched the water fall down from the sky, making little ringlets of waves through the thick puddles...
Rain is inspiring.
Rain is inspiring.
12.08.2009
"DUDE! WE JUST GOT PERSECUTED!"
It's about ten degrees outside, and I am cold. Am I drinking hot chocolate? No, sir, I am not: I'm eating ice cream.
Go Idaho!
I just got back from Book of Mormon class. I freaking love my teacher. He's funny, and in some way I can't figure out, he reminds me of my dad. Anyways, today we got off on the topic of persecution somehow, and he started laughing and told us a story about his mission. Apparently, while on his mission in Belguim with his Southern Californian companion, they were riding their bikes down one of the old cobblestone city streets somewhere (here he sang the wicked witch of the west tune). As they were riding, some guy swung open a door and purposely sent both of the sprawling. His companion got up and said (apparently all southern-californian like): "DUDE! That was awwwwwwwwesome! We just got PERSECUTED!" and proceded to give my teacher a high five. I laughed. I would probably have done the same thing. Does that make me a Southern Californian sterotype? Hm... :\
Go Idaho!
I just got back from Book of Mormon class. I freaking love my teacher. He's funny, and in some way I can't figure out, he reminds me of my dad. Anyways, today we got off on the topic of persecution somehow, and he started laughing and told us a story about his mission. Apparently, while on his mission in Belguim with his Southern Californian companion, they were riding their bikes down one of the old cobblestone city streets somewhere (here he sang the wicked witch of the west tune). As they were riding, some guy swung open a door and purposely sent both of the sprawling. His companion got up and said (apparently all southern-californian like): "DUDE! That was awwwwwwwwesome! We just got PERSECUTED!" and proceded to give my teacher a high five. I laughed. I would probably have done the same thing. Does that make me a Southern Californian sterotype? Hm... :\
12.07.2009
Yes, I'm Worried.
Kyle and Dani just spent twenty minutes whacking each other on the head with empty water bottles, laughing like little girls.
I fear finals' week just might be the death of all of us.
I fear finals' week just might be the death of all of us.
MLIA swag??? YUUS.
I know you want to buy me a present.
Eh? Eh?
Come on, do it.
http://295774.spreadshirt.com/
My average life will then be complete.
Eh? Eh?
Come on, do it.
http://295774.spreadshirt.com/
My average life will then be complete.
"Actually, it wasn't Christmas. It was May day."
About once a year, at varying times and intervals, I have the same realization: I love my name.
Holly.
It's like when you're really tired and random thoughts are just rolling through your head, and you realize that some certain word just feels good. Has just the perfect feeling to it; that it's just one cool word. (Example, linguini, serendipity, felicity, tortuga.) This is how I feel about my name.
Perhaps this is because I've been named the same thing all eighteen and a half years of my life and it's just grown on me, but perhaps its because it's just darn awesome. I mean, it works with my personality, does it not? It has just the right amount of letters, and the balance of the shape of letters when you look at it written, if you really want to be weird and get into it, is just perfect. Not many girl names start with the letter H, anyways. Hannah, Heather... none of them end in a y. Or a olly.
What else ends in olly? JOLLY.
Exactly.
(FACT: I also have similar realizations about my nose, eyes, and the way my middle finger curves slightly outward.)
Holly.
It's like when you're really tired and random thoughts are just rolling through your head, and you realize that some certain word just feels good. Has just the perfect feeling to it; that it's just one cool word. (Example, linguini, serendipity, felicity, tortuga.) This is how I feel about my name.
Perhaps this is because I've been named the same thing all eighteen and a half years of my life and it's just grown on me, but perhaps its because it's just darn awesome. I mean, it works with my personality, does it not? It has just the right amount of letters, and the balance of the shape of letters when you look at it written, if you really want to be weird and get into it, is just perfect. Not many girl names start with the letter H, anyways. Hannah, Heather... none of them end in a y. Or a olly.
What else ends in olly? JOLLY.
Exactly.
(FACT: I also have similar realizations about my nose, eyes, and the way my middle finger curves slightly outward.)
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