Wednesday, May 23, 2012


So I had a really crazy dream last night. Well two actually. The first one is that I was in Custer's cavalry troop at his last stand, but I got put in charge of doing basically everything because all the rest of the people just couldn't do it right. The second one however, was... Awesome, in the both senses of the word. It was literally about the great and dreadful day of the Lord's second coming. I was in a room that looked like something out of my 'dream house' pinterest board with a full wall of glass that me, my little sister and Merissa were sitting in on a white suede sofa that overlooked the plains of Wiltshire, England. So we were sitting there talking, and looking out over the grasslands at dusk, when suddenly the already brilliant sunset turned a deep red and truly stunning beyond words. The clouds formed into either giant human shapes or either the angels as I'm assuming they are appeared really close, but either way the perspective made them look life sized. Think of the Sistine Chapel for a visual reference of how distance/size can work like that. But anyhow two angels appeared, one on either side of a doorway that the one on my right opened up. Upon doing so there was a massive roaring like I was riding in a an Audi R8 Spyder at 120 some-odd miles per hour. Another angel stepped out of the doorway and walked/floated over too us and said 'Be ready for the day of the Lord is coming.' then all three angels walked back through the doorway and when the door closed night fell. Honestly, you can see if you are a good Christian who is seeking to be the best person that you can be and to live in the highest glory with God, Christ and the Holy Ghost you can see how this would be both great for some and terrible for others. But there is more to the dream. As we sat there in awe, maybe even shock about what had just happened, I remember thinking that I still have problems that need to have been worked out before the lord but had not happenned yet but I had this overwhelming feeling that it is never too late too repent, as long as you don't procrastinate and say I'll sin today and repent tomorrow and you have a broken heart and a contrite spirit. I can honestly say that this is very possibly my very first personal revelation.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Weekday Number one

It's the first weekday since I've been released from school, hence the title. I still however have the unrelenting feeling that I should be sitting at a desk slaving away at class work that is too easy to be worth anything other than too keep my grades up. That's why I sucked at school until this year. The class work was too easy and I didn't see any point in proving I could do it by doing it because I know I could do it and the only one I ever need to prove anything to is myself. Dad was sent off to training for the army for a week and I still don't have a job. We are all out of money, and have to take swimsuits etc. in to return them so we have grocery money. May be going to the beach on Thursday with some friends, one of which my sister is convinced that I want to be my girlfriend, even though I couldn't really consider her a friend until shortly and didn't even put her last name in my phone until yesterday. Besides I don't have the time for a girlie friend right now due to job searches etc. I am really starting to really wish I would have been allowed to go to basic this summer because that would mean I would have income! And job benefits for when I got back! And I was going to do it eventually but now im going to have to use next summer as my preparation summer instead of splitting it fifty fifty with this summer to give me more free time. Especially since right after I get home from AIT I am leaving the house and I kinda wanted a little bit more family time before I left than I will have.

Friday, May 18, 2012

End of 2011-2012 School Year

Last half day of school ended officially an hour ago (10:55) and I just got home, fairly decent day, even compared to a lot of other last days of school, of which I've officially had eleven of now. I am officially a senior. Now I need a job. Especially if I want to get my JROTC credits and my law internship next year, to go on a mission, buy that Soul Revolver leather jacket, pay for that motorcycle safety course, buy a Honda nighthawk, make a café racer out of it and pay for insurance etc. (in order of importance and overall relevance to my life) to actually ride it. That's about ($600+$8000+$400+$360+$2500+$500+$500) $12500 just for this summer. I'm not sure how realistic that is but that Is the way I want it to happen. Well, I guess I do have until basic next year, then it would all go into storage for two years until college.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

16 May 2011

So today was SLIGHTLY interesting. Last day of school for seniors here, only really one day (2 1/2 days) for everyone else. Started off pretty good, woke up tired as all gets loose, went to seminary, all in all a normal morning of abnormalities until about 7:15-ish then abnormally my morning of abnormalities got even more abnormal. I've been driving my moms Suburban to school since probably a week ago, but being as I only had a week left of school (2 more days now, whoop whoop) I didn't bother to get a parking pass (turns out that they had been sold out since Christmas anyways, but merry Christmas random souls who managed to get one) and had been parking in a visitor space. I got out of the car this morning and the one front desk reception lady stopped me as I was getting out a piece of chocolate for my friend that rode with me from seminary and asked me if I was a student, and I respectfully answered yes I am. She then asked me if I had a parking pass and I said that I didn't. She then proceeded to tell me that she has been personally tracking my car for the last month and a half or so that I have been parking there and that I was not allowed to drive to school under any circumstances without the little piece of plastic hanging from my rear view mirror. So my name got moved to the end of the list to get a parking pass next year. When I started to drive a week ago I understood this and knew the risks but didn't think too much of it because not only had I been driving for a week, I also didn't drive over the weekend, and I didn't drive every day during that week. Oh well she was totally within her rights to do o what she did, but now I'm left parking at a friends house and walking to school if I want to drive (or ride a motorcycle ;) ). Then I got into government and their was a girl feeling a little down on her luck because the senior prank for today set her exam back thirty minutes until someone fessed up and cleaned up the mess and she didn't get to finish it. So I offered her some chocolate. When I asked her what kind she wanted, she asked me what kind I had ( Hershey's special dark, Hershey's milk chocolate with caramel, Hershey's cookies and cream, almond toffee symphony, and mr. Goodbar). She replied that she had never had any of those. Yeah. So uncultured. I was like OMG Elizabeth you have to try some and proceeded to give her a square of cookies and cream. I felt very nice. Actually I do that kind of thing on a regular basis but you know, it really helped with my bad mood. I also had an exam in government (super easy 100 questions) that I'm pretty sure I got a 100% on. A final is too easy if I can get a 100 on it. Played heads up seven up in math then watched x-men first class in Spanish. Yeah great until you realize that even though it's fun now you still have finals. Whoo hoo.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Post Numero Uno

Well... So, we had a talk today and yesterday in seminary about experiencing the spirit of Elijah found in Malachi 4:5-6 and how not only do we need to turn our hearts to our fathers through geneology (spelling?) but how we also need to make sure that we are documenting our lives through a journal or a blog in order to make it easier for our family to stay connected with us after we fly the nest after highschool and beyond (Congrats classes of 2012 everywhere bee tee dubs), and being as I couldn't and can't remember the password etc. to my other blog, I made a new one. Besides, its apparently a good way to get famous. See also Pioneer Woman. Anywho, I've moved three times I think since I did my last post. Oops, make that two, I lived in Kuna when I made it, then moved to Columbus, and am currently living in Richmond Hill, Georgia. Yeah. Three moves in my highschool career. Great stuff. oh well, great people are everywhere, so is an LDS church. I also live on deep water access to the Atlantic Ocean, sooooo... yeah. I was going to go to Basic Combat Training this summer, but I'm only seventeen so ergh wrong, vetoed by my parents. Which offset my life plans by at least one summer, Grr. I also really truly plan on buying a Honda Nighthawk and chopping it up a bit into a café racer, but I wouldn't be able to ride it because, surprise surprise, my parents won't let me get my motorcycle endorsement. Oh well, I see where they are coming from on both points, and they are my parents so...