Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Simply Amazing

Words cannot describe how happy this video makes me feel. I love it and I love Elder Busche. LOVE LOVE LOVE

Saturday, January 23, 2010


So it finally snowed last night! While I didn't really enjoy my car sliding around in it, it was sure beautiful this morning! I ventured outside this morning in my pajamas and took some pictures of the snow on the trees. Snow on trees is one of my favorite things.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Coming Back

Have you ever left a place for a long time and then returned? Isn't it weird? Everything looks extremely familiar and you can still remember exactly how to get around, yet it is somehow very different. I have come to the conclusion that it is mostly different because you as a person are different. Right now I am in the David O. McKay library at BYU-Idaho waiting for my sister to get out of class. I haven't been here since the day I graduated-almost two years. Somehow my login and password still work so I was able to get on the computer in a lab that I was in almost daily when I went here. I spent the last hour walking through buildings just to see if anything looked different, and also to see how things were the same. Mostly everything is the same, there are a few different paintings on the walls and things like that, but I am just amazed at how similar everything is. As I have been walking around I have been thinking about the person I was when I was last walking in those specific spots. I am the same person, but I have changed immensely. I also don't really know anyone here anymore so I kind of feel out of place. It is also super cold and I don't know how I survived. Weird, weird, weird.

The End.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Love this-

I finally saw Invictus tonight with my parents and brother- I loved it (and not just because it included Matt Damon with a South African accent:). Here is the poem entitled "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley which Nelson Mandela gained inspiration from while in prison. I really really like it, especially the last two lines. I love the idea of being the captain of one's soul.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.