General Conference is in ONE WEEK! Ying!

16 days.

Let's go let's go.

I need to finish packing.

I need to get out of this idiot state.

I fasted for real today. This might be just the second time in my life that I've actually fasted 24 hours. Usually I just do the "don't eat until after church" fast. 

Yesterday was long and my butt died. 

I set the alarm to 6:30 am, because there's something very satisfying about pressing the sleep button. So I pressed the sleep button until 7am. And then I slept in 'til 7:45, because my clock is 30 minutes ahead. (It's another one of those "very satisfying" things.) 

I threw some clothes on, and got ready, then went upstairs to see why no one else was awake. 

Dad said that they had decided to leave an hour later (we were supposed to leave at 8). Thanks for telling me, Dad.

I was already awake, so I did some more getting ready, then by time I was done people were up. I went and played the piano, then we left. 

It takes around 3 hours to drive to Detroit (it's either Detroit or Chicago where we have to go for the temple...) so we listened to hymns from my iPod and I sat and thought. Thaden was crabby for the last hour. 

We go there, and Mum and Dad discovered that all sessions were "by appointment". Hey-o. 

But they got in on standby.

So I walked Thaden around in the stroller for around 10 minutes, then he fell asleep and I read scriptures. Then it was kind of cold so I went to the car and tried to put him in. He woke up (claro que si). So for the remaining hour and a half, I chilled in the car, bored, while he clambered all over the place. 

Then Dad came out at 4:18, and changed Thaden. Then I went inside to see Mum. 

The Detroit temple is tiny, and right next to a highway (like, RIGHT next to a highway). It doesn't have the same feel as the Nauvoo or Rexburg temples-- until you go inside. I was wondering why it felt different, whether it was just me, but then I went inside those doors and it was like, "HEY". It whooshed me. It was SO COOL. And that was just to go into the waiting room, where you don't need a recommend (I think). Man, I really love the temple, and I'm kicking myself for not going more often last semester. A girl from my ward who's also going to BYU-I and who is also on summer/fall went once every week. I'm going to do that with her this semester. I just never knew when it was open, and I didn't want to go there and like, desecrate the temple or something because I wasn't supposed to go in for some reason. And I'm afraid of doing things alone. Little Miss Wuss, Little Miss No-Confidence. Little Miss Shy. (Side note- I have absolutely no social skills. For some reason, when I got to BYU-I, I was less shy, but now that I'm out in the real world, I keep my eyes downcast, I stay away from social situations, and I'm so so so awkward around people, even people I know well. I'm awkward if I see Piano Teacher at church. Here's another reason why I'm stupid: if I see someone I know, I keep my head down and pass them without saying "hi" unless they notice me and say "hi" first-- unless it's someone I know well or with whom I am best friends. Like you, Kat, for example. I wouldn't do that to you. I am so stupid. I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm done with college and have to leave that awesome "Spirit of Ricks". Probably die.)

Where was I? Oh, temple. 

So it was like that one travelling youth conference where we went on a tour of the Church of Christ temple with the big spirally thingie to our church's Visitor's Center. The C of C's temple was pretty and all, but it was cold, empty. Then we went to our Visitor's Center, and the difference was phenomenal-- it was just a visitor's center, not even a church and definitely not a temple, and you could feel the spirit there. For me, that was the worst youth conference in the history of youth conferences, but I'll never forget that experience.

But I side-tracked again.

It was just like, once I opened the doors, I was like, "OH okay, so this is where the spirit is."

It's nice outside, don't get me wrong. It's still peaceful, and it kind of has the feel of a church building. I don't know if it's the highway right next to it and the cars rushing by at 50 mph that makes it feel different, or if it's something else, (or maybe it's just me- I hope not) but it doesn't feel the same on the outside as the Rexburg and Nauvoo temples. 

So I went in to see Mum. Then the youth from our ward arrived (they were doing baptisms for the dead and Mum and Dad were helping, and I had to watch Thaden for another two hours) and I took Thaden to the car. I drove around for about 25 minutes, and looked at some wicked awesome for-real rich-person houses (it made me so jealous- the houses were HUMONGOUS and they had some NIICEEE cars. I would have lOVEd to take photos of everything, but I probably would have gotten stoned for being poor). It's this awesome neighbourhood with a school called Cranbrook or something and it's for snobby rich people (I call them snobby because I'm jealous- I wish I were rich. Oh, how I wish I were rich. But only when I'm in rich-people areas, like neighbourhoods like these or like malls or like suburbia).

During the drive, Pooless fell asleep, and I drove back and chilled on my computer. Then an unbaptised girl who goes on the temple trips anyways and who waits in the waiting room for the whole two hours came out and chilled with me in the car. Pooless woke up after an hour and a half and cried for 15 minutes. Yes, I am horrible. But I did try to get him to stop crying. I'm just not good with kids. (Why'd they put me in primary?) 

After a while I gave him some grapes and he was cool. 

Then everyone came out and took a group photo and we left.

The three hour drive home was horrid. I was tired, impatient, bored, and in a bad mood (none of your business). So I just gave in and listened to not-as-happy music on the way home (Collide, anyone? It's a flashback to my idiot 9th grade year- "idiot" is a HUGE HUGE understatement. If I could go back and kill myself, I would.)

But that's just my stupidity.

Stupid.

Anywho, anywhere, anyhow and anyways, today was good. I was going to get up early and play piano, but I was too tired, so I just played it after choir practise (we're singing this absolutely beautiful song called "This is the Christ". I'm singing alto-- yee!!). While still fasting. So it wasn't as good as it could have been, but I still enjoyed it. Then I went home and that part's boring, so I'm done.

16 days. 16 days. 16 days. It's too long.

I need to learn chords.

I have chordae tendinae. 

Axon Dendrite Lammi, over and out.