The Final Stretch

I just starting my final semester at ASU this week. I’m only doing online courses, which was one of the best decisions of my life. I am so happy to just read and write from the comfort of my own home.

It isn’t a perfect solution. I miss institute. I could go, but the whole point of not going to campus was so that we could use the money I save on gas on having the internet in our apartment. Yes, I do use that much gas. Conversely, yes, our internet will be that cheap. It’s all a matter of perspective. Either way, I’d rather have my tank be any kind of full instead of any kind of empty. I’m an optimist like that.

It’s also a good way to deal with a lot of stress. I’m finding (ha, that’s an understatement, you see, because I’ve known it allllll along), that my family isn’t perfect. Also an understatement. It’s a lot of stress on a girl who is trying to, and barely being able to make it on her own to have to see adults (me? I’m not an adult, yet) in my life do what only looks like wasting precious moments. I’m sure it’s more than that, but from the outsider’s point of view, I just see fully grown people making really terrible decisions instead of enjoying the lives that they’ve built, each other, and the plain and simple fact that they are alive and healthy (for the most part). I watch my grandma wasting away to nothing, nobody knowing what she’s going through on the inside because she can’t express herself at all, and I think: what about this do people not see? Life is short. Get over it. All of it. Let it go. Let yourself go. Not in an unhealthy way,  but in an enjoyable, living life to it’s fullest kind of way. But as someone pointed out to me when I first started this blog, apparently, I don’t have any experience to speak from. So I let it go.

I’ve had several adults unfriend me from facebook because of choices that other people in my family have made. I don’t care that they unfriended me. I do care that there is SO much immaturity in the people around me. Unfriending someone is like what you do in like junior high when you like want to get like a point across or like punish someone for like looking at you cross eyed. When it’s used the same way by people who are at least 10 years older than me, I think it’s a little silly. I’m not saying that they don’t have their reasons. I am saying that I just plum don’t understand some of the things they do.

That just kinda made me crave plums.

Anyway, enough on that.

I’ve got a lot to look forward to, though. I’m reading some fantastic literature this semester, and have already really gotten into it. It’s only going to get better. Plus, my classes are pretty chill and probably will be until October when I get to add to more to the list. Joy. But it’s all over after December. And, a guy in my ward talked to me about online teaching, so I’ll be looking into that soon as well. It’s an exciting time.

I just got a new phone. It’s a Blackberry Curve, and I feel all fancy with my little battery killer. It’s been fun to play with, but I gotta figure out how to keep it charged up. It might help if I actually let it die and then charge all the way up at least once. We’ll see.

I’m going to see Les Miserables on September 11. Nothing says remembering the tragedy of that day like going to see a play about the French Revolution. I may or may not have gotten Jared excited by telling him that there were…er…uhm…certain kinds of ladies in the play.

“Those certainly are lovely ladies, Mrs. Green.”

Not really. He’s been looking for something like this to take be to since I definitely put up with things like Monster Jam and baseball games. Not that I don’t love those things, it’d just nice to get a little bit of a different kind of refinement every so often. He jumped at the chance to take me when I told him that they were coming to Gammage for a week. I’m super excited to go, too. It’s been probably ten years since I saw it last with my older sister, Katherine, and I can’t wait to see the new updated performance. It’s such a beautiful story. I read the unabridged book when I was in 6th grade, and it has always held a special place in my heart. It was my first HUGE novel, so it’s like a lover in a way. But not really. At all. Sometimes, I really shocked my teachers.

Then, the next day,  we’re taking a huge trip to California. We’ll be going to Disneyland/CA Adventure for three days, and then for the other days, we’ll be visiting some sights in Hollywood and a little Danish village called Solvang. I’m super excited.I I’ll post on that when we get back. Maybe. I don’t post often enough, but that’s life, I guess.

This will mark my fourth trip to Disneyland this year. But let me explain: 2 out of those four times, I was basically babysitting. I went with my sister-in-law and bestie Lacey with her junior high band back in May. It was a lot of fun, and we got to do soooo much, including a fantastic nigh at LAPhil, where we got to see the performance from behind the symphony. I couldn’t believe how well behaved the kids were for the whole trip, but it was certainly exhausting. We were running all around the park and didn’t get to do much there. One of the other times, I was with my mom and Rachael. That went really well, but it’s tiring trying to get Rachael to go where she doesn’t want to go after she’s exhausted from walking all day. While both of those times were fun, they weren’t really relaxing or vacations. So this time, I’m taking time to just enjoy myself with my husband and two of our good friends. I can’t wait to get over there. We’ll be there for the beginning of the Halloween season where we will get to see the haunted mansion Jack edition.

“I sense there’s something in the wind that feels like tragedy’s at hand.”

I also might be maybe getting my AC finally fixed in my car. They have to find a part that nobody makes anymore, so there’s a good chance that it’ll never happen. Either way, I’m thinking cool thoughts and hoping/praying that something turns up. Needless to say, I have my tithing already set aside and will be turning it in on Sunday. It’s a little late for August, but better late than never. Any prayers or donations of old Cadillac parts would be appreciated.

I think that’s it for now.

“Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!” Jack Skellington

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