03/24/09 Okay, I'm not letting it get longer than two months...

I'd love to say I was busy, but that'll get shot down as soon as I run out of things to talk about, which should happen any minute. I hate being lazy. It's so annoying sometimes. And yet... So relaxing.

So anyway, I doubt I'll bother with the recap. Seeing as Mom always has it up and it's probably weeks old anyway. We went on a camp out this past weekend. That was fun. Know what's not so fun? There were only two priests and a teacher. EVERYONE else was a deacon. Which is fine. Just loud, hazardous, and annoying when not separated. The hike was good. I took some pictures. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who knows if those will ever be uploaded. Again, it's rather nice to be lazy. Annoying to no end, but nice.

Bleh... I need to drink something. I've been having this stupid headache, lately.

Hmm, a little better. -shrugs- Not important. So... Andrew got his mission call. Everyone knows that. Debi moved. ...I've got stupid things I have to take care of. Speaking of which, I should really start on that essay. It's due next week. Oi. I've gotta break this annoying habit of putting things off.

At least the mini MTC night is going well. We've got the instructors informed. I just have to come up with a completely amazing idea for the nametags. It'll be a good activity, I think. We'll get to learn our testimonies in foreign languages, learn about missionary work, all sorts of good stuff. That is, if it goes well...-We won't worry about that.

-slams head into computer- I hate mondays. -looks at the calendar- And tuesdays.
I might be tired. It's kind of hard to tell. Home teacher's coming tonight. And Andrew is getting his patriarchal blessing. I think that's spelled right.

Maybe a short story about a nail...

-crazy flashback/dream effect-

The hand at first seemed so warm– so alive. After the weeks spent collecting dust, alone in the cold, with only lifeless shells of metal for company, anything, I suppose, would have seemed so. And yet, the relief was short-lived. The touch of the hand changed, a sensation of something below. Wood? Curious, what could the hand be doi- The hit fell hard- and sharp. And yet... As soon as it had begun, it was over. The hand was gone. The steel of the hammer's head, too. Only darkness remained. And oddly enough, a strange feeling of comfort. Was this death? Then came the sound of birds. A strange sound, but one that was not of death. It seemed happy.

As the small birdhouse shifted slightly in the breeze, the nail came to a sudden decision. This was not death. This was life.

-looks up- What on earth is that??? -shrugs- Oh well, it fills space, so I'll call it worth it. See ya!