You know...

An emotional catharsis doesn't necessarily stem from talking. Sometimes, silent care, concern, and love work just as well (if not better).

So thank you.

Let's live on dreams.

Why does my golden pretending leave me with nothing to hold but my dreams?

There is only one perfect storybook ending-that is the end of pretending.

I suffer from:

• Headaches above my left eye
• Reverse Sentence Syntax Syndrome
• A fractured foot

However, I'm not complaining, and I don't want this blog to sound all emo and depressed. Those are just some random facts that I noticed about my life. I also suffer from a completely incurable mindset that my life is fine, good, and just what it should be. I love my life. I'm grateful for life and everything that comes with it.

Also, I love Pahoran (Alma 61:9).

Just for the record-

I wore a yellow shirt again today. Not for any specific reason other than convenience. It was clean, hanging up, and accessible.

That being said, I must admit that I am going through an increasingly Susan-like state of mind. And I'm sorry. It's slightly odd, and for some reason really funny (if I am able to find the humor in the situation, does that mean that I am, in actuality, not acting like Susan at all?). Anyway, I'm sure I will get over this soon. In fact, it's already getting better.

It's nearing the one year mark since we started planning Casterbridge. I think that might have something to do with it.

"And Susan wandered the halls of the house like a pale ghost. Finally-she died."

Thoughts from 6 AM

I just hope he knows how much I love him.

Elder Murray

So, there's this Elder in the MTC named Elder Murray. The first time I met him I clearly had to ask about his family history to see if we're somehow related. He's from Washington, and hasn't really had any contact with his dad, so he doesn't know his Murray ancestors.

It's okay, because I just adopted him into my family. We're distant cousins. It's great having family everywhere.

Even greater is that we're all family, really. And forever.

I voted today!

I was gone exactly 59 minutes. I waited in that line twice.

And I wouldn't have changed a thing.

"Look at that! I look like a mugger!"

An interesting phenomenon

I'm noticing that when I cry, only my right eye tears up. Is this normal? Grettir, I need your wisdom on this one.

Today is Groundhog Day. We watched the movie, of course (how can you not watch the movie?). If I had to relive one day of my life over and over, today would not be the day. Also, this blog is not meant to alarm anyone. Please, no one worry. Just a couple of random observations.