so this is how it works.

Once upon a last Thursday night, I was a little depressed but that terrible feeling was moved from me because I read this small part of the things you will all see when I am dead (if you ever comment on my blog you'll be invited to the rockin' funeral I'm gonna have!)- 'What a sweet life we have to live. I hope I am so fortunate as to have this feeling of peace and this happiness often. Sweet, sweet happiness. Nothing could be better. I'm absorbed into my own world of happiness and nothing could suck me out at this moment. ...(at this part you'll have to wait till I'm dead to read:) Don't come a killin' me in the night just cuz you wanna read it so bad, okay? jeez, what people do to read my thoughts these days. It's a little outta hand :) ... I love being so incredibly happy and I almost wish I was this way forever. But I still have enough common sense not to.' (Now this, this is an 'ittle something from while I am alive) Well, let us reflect on this... Well! Was I not the happiest girl!? I wish you all could really have felt how happy I was and for not a single reason at all. I just forced my Self into happiness. But... do you read that last part? I says, "I almost wish I was this way forever. But I still have enough common sense not to." I think about this a lot and I've probably written about it o here, but it's like this... If you're always happy then where's the room for the sadness to compare to the happiness? There would be no HAPPY if there was no SAD. Now would there? Young girl, don't cry...When there's no one else, look inside yourself." said the Christina Aguilera.

It's Not The Most Tragical Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me.

Tragedy has fallen among my life once again... I have to speak in sacrament meeting. Yes, at first I was very much (sorry Tyler) Pissed:) Especially because my mom told him I would do it for me. But I decided that I am going to face it like a true warrior. And from the feeling on my dear face and the increasingly swelling on that area right next to my nose, I can tell that I'm going to bravely be known as the girl who spoke in sacrememnt meeting witht he biggest zit known to man on her face. It'll be quite the heroic experience and I am thrilled to finally put my mark on history. more like my scar on history:) But with my newly cut bangs hiding my shining like a mirror forehead that Breton could apparently see his reflection in (don't worry, he pretty much announced it in our mythology class) and a gallon of make up and a few peoples clothes, I shall rebel against the natural fear of man. The fear of speaking in sacrament meeting. Oh but nothing can get worse than the last time I spoke:) Thhhhe Hhhholy Ghhhost and Hhhheavenly Fathhhher. Oh, it was lovely losing my voice at such a perfect time. It was probably the worst possible moment:)