Saturday, February 18, 2006
I remember when I was up on campus Thursday walking past the ASB, it looked like Brigham had on a white afro wig due to the snow. Yeah, Brigham Awards notice on
BYU's homepage reminded me of that.
My cat bit me and I hadn't even been home for ten minutes! It's all good, though. I pretty much don't care because it will help me to remember him once I get back up to Provo either Monday or Tuesday morning.
I'm having thinks about taking up writing again. I haven't really done much of it since coming up to BYU, but I enjoy it, rather. I've got a story idea and I did do a paragraph in the introduction the other day, but now that I look back on it I find it stupid and not worth my time or effort unless I can get a better intro. I am the classic case of Use it or Lose it when it comes to talents, I think.
When I go back up to Provo I think I'm going to take more of my books, scrapbooking stuff, shawls, and maybe some of my bedroom decor. I'm slowly starting to move out of this house and I think it's depressing my mother. But I don't belong here anymore.
That being said, I don't feel as if anyone needs me in Provo, either. That Boy sure doesn't need me. Dingbat doesn't want me. Nicole only thinks she needs me, but I have a feeling she would find it easier to be her normal, perky self if I wasn't around to restrain her with my serious ways. As for Alice, I think she might actually
learn how to sew if I wasn't there to just tell her what step came next. That would be good for her.
Even so, I can't leave BYU behind. It's wear I belong; I can feel it in my bones. No joke. I can. I just wish someone would need me and let me feel needed.
Oh, and I think my sink might possibly be fixed again. G and T came over this afternoon and took Nicole and I out for lunch. Then G took a look at my sink and, cross your fingers, knock on wood, whatever, I think he fixed it. As does he. Then when I was packing my stuff to drive home I saw something small, white, and round on my bathroom counter:
"Nicole!" I shouted down the hall, "I'm going to shoot you!"
"Who, me?"
"Look what I just found!" It was totally the pearl she thought she had dropped down my sink. Never again.
Actually, I really do think it to be funny. She almost burst out in tears when I handed it to her, though. I couldn't take that. I'm too much like my father in that regard. I'm not normal for a female in that I hate it when people cry and I hate to cry in front of people.
Now I'm going to snuggle up in my blankets and watch "Anne of Green Gables" before I go to sleep.
Good night, snowy Provo. Good night Starry Home.
Oh, the beautiful world. Despite all its faults, it is still beautiful.
