Freshmeat.

I like college, yes I do. 

Why?

1.  (For the most part) people are all really friendly. 

2.  Sometimes repair men in the laundry room pay for my laundry. (Made my day.)

3.  Cute boys.

4.  Meeting so many new people.

5.  My ward is awesome and does fun activities such as redneck watersliding.

6.  Cute boys.

 7.  Getting out of my comfort zone and being outgoing seems so much easier here.

8.  Seeing people from high school is (kind of) rare. (No offense.)

9. I got extremely lucky and have really cool roommates.

10.  The teachers actually like students and teaching.

11. The fact that there's so many more people than in high school.

12.  Logan is so pretty. I can't wait for fall. 

So despite the facts that I still don't have a job, I really miss (a few) people from home, I live in a former insane asylum (not really. But really), and I suddenly feel like a seventh grader all over again, I'm loving it here.

Peace out, homies.

the beginning!

 I'm pretty sure there's only like... three people who ever read this. But who cares! I'm going to write about it anyway. Yesterday I moved into my apartment at Utah State. Two of my roommates have also moved in, but they're staying with relatives nearby, so they're here... but they're not actually here. One of them is coming in a couple hours, and another one is coming tomorrow. Who knows about the rest. 

So.

Yesterday my parents drove down with all my stuff in the van, and me and my sister came in the car. I realized I forgot my curler and straightener like half an hour into the drive, so we had to go back and get those... but we got here eventually! When we got here we went to a short orientation thing, then unpacked everything. Which took FOREVER. Glad that's over with. Then we went grocery shopping, which also took forever. They didn't get home until like midnight... oops. That night I was feeling super lonely until me and Alexis, a girl from the floor above me who was also alone, decided to go hang out with the boys across the hall from me. They're pretty cool, I guess. Hahaha. Alexis slept over in my apartment since we were both alone. The doors and blinds here are SKETCHY. They're always moving and slamming and making freaky noises. So. We kept each other company while we facebook stalked. In the morning she went back to her apartment and we both got ready for church! We realized there was a park across the street so we went over there and played before we had church at 11. We all met as a stake most of the time, then split into wards at the end. The talks that were given were about trusting in the Lord and patience. Uh, HI. Like exactly what I needed right now. I love how that works. The guy who gave the talk about trusting in the Lord said something like "trust in the Lord, and he will help you deal with your dishes." It was really funny, but it hit me that the Lord really does care about ALL of our problems. Even dishes. I can't decide how I feel about the fact that there are like seven people were I live that I went to high school with... Eh. My ward seems pretty cool, and the second counselor who explained everything was HILARIOUS. I'm excited. Now I'm back in my apartment, getting ready to each lunch and then make cookies for boys. And maybe read a book that I have to write a paper on by Wednesday. ...Eh, probably not that last one...

Quote of the day: "I know that God loves you and wants you to be happy. I also know that the Devil hates you and wants you to be miserable." Choose happiness, friends!

faith, trust, and freedom

Oh hey.

I suck at updating my blog. Sorry 'bout that.

I'm going to ramble now.

Sometimes, you just have to give up trying to be perfect and please everyone and just have faith that whatever happens, that's the way God wants it.

Boy, have I learned that.

Seriously.

The past couple weeks I've actually been HAPPY. 

Finally.

And not the kind of happy that depends on how I look, or how people are treating me.

The kind where I can eat a gallon of ice cream while watching a movie alone in my room on a Friday night and be totally okay with that!

The kind where I can go out in public looking like a complete hobo and not give a crap.

The kind where I can actually fall asleep at night because I'm not worrying about every little thing in my life.

I finally feel content with everything.

My life may not be perfect.

Everything definitely doesn't happen the way I want it to.

But I've finally learned that that's how it's SUPPOSED to be. 

And if I can be happy when things are going wrong, I can't wait until things are going right.

My life is between me and the Lord.

My HAPPINESS is between me and the Lord.

What the heck was I doing trying to be happy without Him in my life?

Trust me, it doesn't work very well.

Going up to girl's camp was probably the best decision ever.

I was only there for two days, but it was SO WORTH IT.

Oh man.

I felt so at peace up there.

This is so cheesy, but the earth and nature is really a beautiful thing. To me, it's proof that God exists.

Also,

I saw someone at the store today that I hadn't seen in ages.

Someone who I, at one point, basically worshiped.

And if they didn't give me the attention I wanted, I got upset/sad. 

Ha. Back when I was in high school.

BUT I didn't feel anything when I saw them!

I waved, and that was it.

The thing is, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE what they think of me.

I don't care if they don't talk to me,

or if they don't like me.

Because I can be totally happy without them.

Big thanks to girl's camp and prayer for teaching me that.

WOO.

It's weird that I used to be so depressed BECAUSE I felt so alone,

and now, I'm even more alone.

But I'm happy!

Because while I may be alone in the sense that I have no real friends, or whatever.

I really have the best friend I could EVER ask for.

My Heavenly Father :)

As cheesy as that sounds, it's totally true.

Anyways.

I'm moving away in like 16 days... and that's kind of freaking me out.

But for some reason I kind of feel like the freedom that I'll get from being away from home will help me.

Somehow. 

I don't know.

I'm starting to realize that I think I'm actually going to MISS some of the people here. 

The friends in my ward that I've grown up with, the boys I've liked through high school, my young women leaders.

And of course my family. Especially my sister.

Even though I'm slightly annoying that she's taking over my room.

Gah.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Have faith, trust God. He really does know what he's doing. Also, spending a couple days in the mountains being all spiritual is beyond wonderful.

Okay bye.