Observations of the Third Time

You know, after the third time watching Signs, Jess and I got into a conversation about the meaning of the Title, and all the signs found within the movie. I was fascinated. Who knew that the Mom was really receiving revelation when she told Mel Gibson, "Tell Merrill to swing away?" And that the Title, "Signs" is actually referring to the small proofs that God exists. Well, I came home all in a flurry, only to find that my Dad had known all these things since he saw it the first time. Right, so we don't all think deep. So it took me three times. Obviously, intelligence is not genetic.

Today I gave blood for our ward. X was in charge of the whole thing, so I took the list of people up for her at 2:00, came back at 4:00 and donated (me in a bag!), then again at 7:00 for X, Steph, and Bryan's moral support system. I made friends with the whole staff, stood around telling jokes to those who were pinned to chairs by the little needles in their arms, and made many new friends. Also, the cute doctor behind the table flirted lots with me, and even called me by name a few times, even though a formal introduction had never been made. Talk about a day! Unfortunately, the last thing he asked was how late KFC was open, and not for my number. Needless to say, I was disappointed. It was a very happy environment, and I enjoyed making people laugh and holding their hands as they were stuck with those unnecessarily big needles. Once, as I was holding X's hand (who's grip was unbelievably firm), I shouted, "Oh my gosh!" as she was looking away. She almost fainted. Personally, it was my favorite part of the day.

I hope I get more chances to do service. I'm so excited about my calling in the ward (Compassionate Service Committee). I want to help, in any way I can, in whatever way I can. I'm not so into the whole cleaning up a person's yard, but anything I can do to help them more personally, and I'm all over it. Funny how that works.

A Slight Detour From My Day

I should take a nap, it's one of those weary days where I'm tired, even though I had enough sleep. Despite the constant drowsy feeling, however, I have been able to work with my day and keep (for the most part) from schlumping about. Of course, I gave in a little. I mean, who wouldn't be willing to watch Angel and his hot bod self kick some major Vampire haul? It was delicious. I've read for most of the day, for my Literature class, which I mostly despise, except for the friends I've made in that class. I enjoy the teacher a lot, I just get the feeling I've gone back to Eighth Grade English. More thoughts on this later.

I'm wondering what I should do with my life. I love writing, I love photography, I love the piano, I love talking with people (and, incidentally, am talented in all areas above mentioned). There are more, of course, but I've had to narrow my options of interest, for fear of my head spontaneously combusting. If only someone would tell me what I was supposed to do, so I wouldn't have to make this decision. But of course, how easy would this life be if I was told what I would do? Kind of defeats the general purpose, if you know what I mean. Meh, I'll get there someday. In the meantime, it's time I ate a little, and then read some more. What I wouldn't give to be able to pick up a Pullman or Meyer to relax. Carson McCullers reminds me of John Steinbeck in the most wannabe sense. We already have The Grapes of Wrath, Lady, there's no need to make an attempt of it again. Honestly.

Butterfly

This week wasn't the easiest for me. Sunday rolled around, and I was glad to come back to my small apartment with the five girls I share it with, but it was a bad beginning. Who knew the dishes were such an important factor of cleanliness?! Who knew it was worth writing hate messages on the mirror? I feel like we were wrongly accused, seeing as at the time, I was feeling irritated myself because of Margot's Midnight Vacuum Sprees, and Rachel's constant high pitched voice resounding through the apartment. Needless to say, it got old. So when they began to boss the other roommates and myself, I was already a little weather worn, and in no mood to be moreso. It was nice to be home for the weekend.

Wheels' Farewell made my Top Ten. It brought back the familiar feeling that the Farewell's often had, back in the day, when there were more than just ten of us. But instead of making me reminisce, it cheered me greatly. Seeing the Evans last night had a similar effect.

I'm caught between two places. I can only stand to be at home for a short while, and yet it's the same with Utah State. Both provide "considerable trouble, and considerably joy." My mom always called me a butterfly. Never in one place for too long.