Gluing This Thing Back Together

Sometimes, going on FB makes me depressed because it reminds me that I'm isolated (and because I get so few notifications, although I suppose that doesn't mean that I don't have friends, just that I don't have a life). But other times, it makes me laugh, because people's status updates and then the comments on them are so hilarious. I especially love the "smart" humor that only a few people will get, or the stuff that doesn't make sense at all. And I love when there are 20 comments after the update that have nothing at all to do with the status.

I don't know that I'll be able to stand doing the same things every day for the next two and a half months. There's really nothing at all to do here. "Whatever is going on here will go on wherever you move unless you decide to change it" says da. Poop. I'll have friends when I go back. And so I'll have stuff to do. Ya know, there really isn't much to do in Burgland either, but with friends, there's always someone to chill with, which can be a fun time in itself. 

I'm wearing orange lipstick.

My posts are becoming increasingly more boring.

I have no life.

I like playing the piano.

Oh yeah, on that note (haha), I've decided that the whole hymn book is my new favourite song, because it seems that every day, I like a different song the most. On Sunday/Monday it was "Ye Elders of Israel"; today I woke up with "What Was Witnessed In The Heavens" stuck in my head. And I'm sure that tomorrow it'll be something else.

I had two separate dreams last night. The first one ended when I woke up all of a sudden at 3:55 am and the first thing to pop into my head was something that I never would have expected. It's even weirder because it was RIGHT after I woke up, and I wasn't awake, which means that it was a reflex, because you can't actually think when you abruptly wake up at 3:55 am. And it made me feel smart. Then I fell back asleep and had another dream, then woke up at 5-something because da had to come in and wake Aurora up because she forgot to turn on her alarm or something and then she was a butt and turned on the light because she didn't get her stuff out the night before because "she had tons of things to do", one of which was to talk on the phone for a couple of hours, I suppose. 

Oh, and I noticed that the hymn "Awake, Ye Saints of God, Awake" was written by Eliza R. Snow, and the Snow building at BYU-I was named after her. Coolness, eh?

I wish I had a life.