one word

And that's a problem.

It was just one stupid word.

Hopefully it won't last long.

Ugh.

Aside from that I spent a marvelous weekend watching

sports at the Hunstman Center.

Wishing the gymnastics team had won. 

Oh well, we only lost by .3.

And our cute little 

(who refers to a basketball team as little?  Me apparently) 

basketball team only lost by 6 to Colorado State.

But the game was lots of fun.

I got on the jumbotron a lot!

Then I headed up to P.C. for some Sundance action with my friends.

Star-gazing failed, and we were sad because 

50-cent was supposed to be up there.

We didn't see him.

But it was lots of fun,

and we had some funny car conversations.

Overall, it was a good weekend,

much better than last weekend.

I'm liking this whole "turning over a new leaf" thing.

after some re-evaluation

I have concluded that I need to do something about my life.  It's okay to still be sad, I lost someone I love more than anything, and I'll never get him back.  So it's perfectly alright to be sad and feel lonely, and cry a lot.  That's. Totally. Fine.

What's not fine is the moping, and the complaining, and the sad projection into my everyday life.  That is not okay.  I have been given this fabulous life to live by a wonderful loving Heavenly Father, and He would not want me to waste it being sad and pathetic always.

So I'm going to be okay.  If you ask, "I'm good!"  No matter how much my shattered heart hurts at that moment, I will be good.  I don't need people feeling sorry for me, and I don't need people to know everything about my life.  I just need them to know that I am eternally grateful for all of my experiences (painful though they may be) and I am a happy person.  I have been set on this path for a reason, and I will conquer this as I have every other thing in my life.

Yes, I hurt.  Yes, I am lonely.  Yes, I am sad.  And yes, I miss him more than any word in any language can describe.



But I'm good.  Thanks for asking.

one of those . . . couple months

You know when you can just say, "It's just been one of those days."?

Well I am just saying, "It's just been a couple of those months."

 I. am. so. tired. 

...spent a while last night waiting for a phone call that never came...

so cold it hurts

I do not like SLC in January.  Too too cold.  It hurts to go outside!

Today I painted my fingernails for the first time in a year.  They are white. 

I also decided that if I could get laser hair removal, I would have my eyebrows permanently shaped.  Waxing them is such a pain!

well

Some days are easier than others.

Today is one of the not-so-easy days.

images from Google Image search

for one class....

I have to write 500 words every day.
And email them to my prof.
500 words.
Weekends, holidays, and spring break included.
500 narrative words.
Aka—no journal entries, no pouring my heart out because I'm sad.
Nope.
500 word stories.
Every.
Single.
Day.

I thought this was an intro to writing class....

sad news

For those of you who were curious...

I didn't get into that class.