My Passionate Tears

I am a softy. When it comes to happy endings, sweet reunions, unwanted goodbyes, death, and dogs I cant help but cry. I have probably cried in just about every dog movie that has come out (My Dog Skip, Marley and Me, Fox and the Hound, Lassie Come Home, and of course Hachi) My most recent cause of crying was in the movie Source Code, yes, that is the action packed train one. However, despite the action, my tears were free flowing. I used to get embarrassed when I cried at small things such as 90 year old couples still showing love, cute movies, or soldiers reuniting with their families but not anymore. As I sat in Source Code I did not hide my tears, I let them each run down my cheek. It made me think of all the times I have cried, whether it was because of hurt feelings, happiness, pain, goodbyes, dogs, undying love, or happy endings, each of those reasons that brought about tears are my passions. I am a very passionate person. Is it wrong to strive for happiness, undying love, or a happy ending? I cry because of my passion. So yes, I cry because of happiness. Yes, I cry because I love love. Yes, I cry because I want a dog soooo badly. Yes, I cry in movies. Yes, I cry at funerals. Yes, I cry at goodbyes. Yes, I cry. I cry, and I love it. So all you tear shedders of the world be proud. You show emotion, you show passion.  The world could use more passionate tears; to often we are caught in the hurried pace of life trying to find the quick fix or easy money. Find your passions, your loves and go for them. And don’t be afraid to cry along the way.

Happy Easter

I love my Savior. I love my family. I love my life. I love, love. I love Easter candy! Happy Easter, 

live. laugh. love.

Let music speak for you

Music to me is a form of expression. While life is never easy and can bring about different feelings and emotions, I can always find a song to fit my random or odd mood. Music is constantly playing in my life whether it be in the car, in my room, on my laptop/Ipod/radio, or in my head...it elevates me. I think of all the goodbyes I have said within the past 48 hours, I don't like it, in fact I hate it. Goodbyes are not my forte. I have recently found a quote that I have to remind myself of often, especially these past few days, "Though miles may lie between us we are never far apart, for friendship doesn't count in miles its measure by the heart." Luckily even though thousands of mile lie in between many of my best friends and I, some which I may never see again, I can always hold on to the memories shared. I love reading through my journal, its like my personal history but it includes a lot of you, my friends. I will never forget the times we have shared, you have become a  part of my personal history, my story in this lifetime. Thank you, I love you. Remember my motto, Live, Laugh, and Love. Life is beautiful, keep on singing your way through.

I will not say goodbye

Today it really hit me that freshman year is coming to an end. As me and one of my besties were driving to our new favorite yogurt place (yogurtland) we realized that this was her last night in Provo.  What am I going to do without her? I quite literally have not gone a day without seeing her almost this whole school year! This made me think back on all the amazing memories we have shared, the fun, the sad, the hilarious, and the scary. Ry, you are a one in a million friend, I could not imagine freshman year without you, thanks for making my year unforgettable, I am so excited for many more years to come being our crazy selves! 

  I am not good at good byes, there is never a really good, happy way to say them, and I love being happy. But unfortunately they are inevitable. I wish I had the time to write personal thank yous to all of you, unfortunately I cant, I have to study American Heritage, bleh. So my friends please read the following: Thank you for your personal example you have been in my life. I truly have loved getting to know you and creating fun lasting freshman year memories with you! The only way I can truly express the way I feel about you and this year is through song, this one is for you:

 I can't stand the thought of not seeing you all to say goodbye personally, I wish they would have a Helaman Halls yearbook day or something! Just remember.....

Remember my friends LIVE. LAUGH. and LOVE. The world could use a little more of you, shine bright like I know you can! 

Blurb of my Brain

Some people ask me, “why have a blog when you have facebook? It seems pointless.” My dears, it may be a problem if you really can’t tell the difference between a blog and facebook…I’m a little worried. I love my blog because it gives me a chance to type my feelings or thoughts that pop into my head. I really could care less if anyone reads my blog, it’s mainly for me, giving myself an opportunity to unwind and type. I really enjoy writing. It’s a secret pleasure of mine. I am scared for tomorrow. First off, I am taking my Book of Mormon final, I. Hate. Finals. Secondly I get my blood work back tomorrow. I have been having health complications the past few months; it’s starting to scare me. Isn’t it a doctor’s job to know what’s wrong with you?? What am I supposed to do if they haven’t been able to find out, for all I know I could be dying. K, that was a little dramatic, I am not dying…hopefully. Made some new friends this week, made me excited for Spring semester! Right now I am in the best mood, for two reasons: 1. I am currently eating a strawberry shake, one of my all time favorite treats. 2. I am listening to Christmas music. You ask why?? Because I want to. 250 days until Christmas, but hey its not like anyone is counting or anything, and no I did not just spend like 5 minutes counting that….Happy Finals week everyone, may we all come out alive.

Bulging Hearts

I will be the first to admit that girls are emotional. I have never felt more like a girl in my life. I feel like Seattle, Washington. A melting pot of cultures cramped into one city that is full of life, potential, dreams, and hope. Of course instead of a melting pot of cultures I have a melting pot of emotions cramped into my little fist sized heart. A heart of confusion, waves of confusion that flow between my heart and my mind. I sit here typing away on my Mac contradicting every thought that runs through my head, and it’s driving me absolutely insane. These upcoming weeks will be weeks of change. Changes I know I am not ready or prepared for. My room is dark and its way past my bedtime. Why am I still up? As I sit and reflect on my life, it has been good but I can do things to make it great. Have you ever seriously pondered the question, what am I doing with my life?? Its time for a wakeup call! No more hitting the snooze. I know that there are definite changes ahead but how I go about them and adjust will make or break such changes. These next few weeks could set me out on a different path in life. Its time to decide whom me is. My heart’s still pumping; I guess that’s a good sign. Life comes and goes fast, don’t sit back and watch.