fate is happening as we speak.

holy crap. it is rare for me to have experiences where I truly know that some sort of divine intervention has taken place but ladies and gentlemen, I am one humbled 24 year old who has seen the light...and sounds like a southern Baptist preacher apparently. It all started with a fateful Halloween night where I was stranded amongst strangers (sounds worse than it actually was. and as a matter of fact, it was pretty fun). I had gone to a girl in my ward's house to embark upon Halloween festivities- the first being the local haunted house. After waiting for almost an hour to get into this 2 minute maze (which again, sounds worse than it actually was. color me impressed by that side yard haunted house)I was able to go through the maze in a group of four. 3 boys. and me. One of these particular gentlemen literally latched himself onto me like a human leech. Nice guy but MY GOSH. If he knew me at all, he'd know that a haunted house groping isn't my thing (unless I'm the one doing the groping if you know what I'm sayin'. again, an off-color joke. my apologies). The real exciting part of the evening came after the haunted house...and as I was typing this I realized that you really don't care as much as I do about the intricate details of my ol' Hallows Eve. So I'll spare you. Fast forward to last night. I'm sitting in the cultural hall listening to the words of a woman who had survived internment in a Japanese concentration camp during WWII. This woman's mother truly sounded like the most impressive human being to have ever walked the planet. Such faith. Faith I can't even begin to understand. As this sister spoke, it was like a light clicked on in my head. I knew what it meant to truly love God and to stand as a witness of Him. Her words also made me grateful I'm not a mother yet- dude talk about feeling inadequate if that would have been the case. Her experiences illustrated vague concepts that I have yet to really understand in my very limited life experience. But even this isn't the climax of the story...and again I realize that this is girlie muttering that nooooo onnnneee wants to hear. Suffice it to say, I had a good night. And I'm pretty excited. And I don't get excited often. Time is a tricky thing. I've been reflecting on how time goes so fast (stupid darkness at 6pm doesn't help) and how it is our struggle to make the most of the time we have. This is coming from the girl who collapses on her bed at 7pm, too exhausted to even read. How lame am I? Despite my best intentions, it seems as though time is what always slips away from me. It is a scary thought. I mean, I'm getting up there in years. And though I'd never admit it in the real world, I thought I was going to be an adorable 19 year old forever. I still feel like that girl, albeit that girl trapped inside the body of a 72 year old divorcee. This week has been a study in trying to figure out how to make the most of my time, however, and I have to say, I've been doing a better job. Here are my tips: 1. Actually fulfill all of your obligations meeting-wise. It sucks in the moment (sometimes) but has really helped me focus already this week. 2. Write in a planner (see photo, and yes, this is really how "organized" I am)

3. Make time to talk to good friends 4. Call old people. It makes them feel good and it is one thing on your to do list that will take all of 10 minutes to complete. 5. Don't blog at school. This doesn't apply. And yet, it does. 6. Have a good book on hand for spare minutes. It makes you feel better than watching television ever will. That's all, really. Time is something I wish I had more of. And yet, I feel like I have too much on my hands sometimes. Being productive=biggest struggle of my life. Pathetic? Ehh, I've seen worse. I bring up the whole time thing because my brushes with fate (and I really don't feel like I'm exaggerating when I say brushes with fate) have made me think about how I want to spend my time, and how the people I want to spend my time with are spending their time. Confusing yet? It is that balance between being and doing awesome things and being that quiet, kind of lame girl that I'm STILL trying to find after all of these years. Speaking of cool girls...

This here is an absolutely lovely friend that I was able to visit a few weeks back. I put this sexy shot of her up because I am in the process of trying to get better at taking pictures of people. If you'd like me to snap some shots for you, I'd love it. Just another thing to add to the planner...