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My dream last night was about American Idol, except the hosts and judges and background staff were huge jerks in my dream. It was odd.

The weather has been wondiferous the past week-ish. I love it. Also, for one of my internship projects, my hours were cut to 10 per week, which was nice, so now I have more time for homework. The other project is on hold to see whether it will continue, so for now, I need only work on one project. It's SO NICE! I actually have time to study AND do free time AND be with the family. My life isn't just work-school-video games or read for an hour-bed anymore. But the break will be but brief, as I will soon be on a mission, which means that work amps up to 24/7, instead of 10/5. Boo. But also yay, because I hear it'll be "the best experience of my life" &c.

I'm going to go back to studying leg muscles now. It's a pain in the gluteus maximus for sure.

Hero by Frou Frou (Cover)

It does upset me from time to time that all my friends are getting married and having children and progressing in their lives, and I don't even have a short-term post-mission plan. My white knight must have met another broad along the way, and thus I am left without. Qué lástima.

Thought

Nobody can prove that the Book of Mormon is true. There is no solid evidence, nothing to show that it is real. It cannot be logically explained (in terms of the world's logic). In order to know that the Book of Mormon is true, one must read it. Read it, with a desire to know whether it is true. Read it with an open heart. Read it with a willingness to accept it if it is true. And then you must pray to know whether the Book of Mormon is what it has been claimed to be. Given that Heavenly Father answers all prayers, this prayer will be answered. And it is nothing but the witness of the Spirit that will tell you to your heart and soul whether the Book of Mormon is true, whether Joseph Smith was a prophet, whether the LDS church is indeed the true church of Jesus Christ. Missionaries cannot prove it. Higher authorities in the church cannot prove it. It must be learned for one's self.

Dreams v Reality

Right now, dreams are winning. They're so much more flexible, exciting, and imaginitive than real life. And they still have rules, which is cool too. Cada mañana I find myself pressing the "Sleep" button because my dream isn't finished. In dreams, you can have massive, neverending adventures. Fantasy creatures exist. People who you like can like you back. You can have massive, neverending adventures. You can have abilities that you are unable to have in real life. It just seems like a better deal, to live in a dream. And if I didn't know better, and if it was possible, I would enter the experience machine, where you really could live in a dream and do what you want and have what you want.

I mean, who goes to non-BYU YSA wards anyway?

Not me. I decided I like my family more, and also that I don't have time for friendship. My days are institute and homework. I thought having only 2 classes would be easy. I was WRONG. But it's cool. I'll get into the hang of doing homework all day.

I like being at home. Just by living here and being around family boosts the relationship somehow.

It snowed today. It's not going to last. But it will in the mountains, ensuring that I won't get to attempt The Long Hike anytime soon. But I do so love when the clouds disappear the mountains.

I'm going to rid myself of my M/W institute class to give myself more time for homework. Maybe.

Dad made homemade doughnuts tonight after dinner. They were fried and sugary, and that's all that matters.

A Recent Happpening

A boy talked to me this morning. It was kind of funny. I came to the institute early to do some homework, because some cuss-word cuss-words are siphoning our internet somehow. I was looking for a plug near a table or a chair, because Defunct Dell cannot survive for longer than 3 minutes unless it is constantly sucking at an energy source. Alas, the only plug that was near a table also came with a boy who was doing homework on his computer. As technology has not yet advanced to the point where one can know the intentions of another by just looking at them, nor does the social code allow for a blatant statement of one's intentions, I had to just keep in my mind that I knew that the only thing I wanted was to do my homework, not husband-hunt. It went well for about thirty minutes, until he had to plug his computer in. This also required (being serious here) that he sit directly across from me. Annoyance. But I read his intentions as "also just doing homework". Still, about ten minutes later he was silently hemming and hawing, looking around, up, down, and I, curious to see whether he would actually speak to me, refused to initiate the conversation. Eventually, he did. A few sentences were exchanged, and then I got back to work, though I knew I could have continued the conversation. Again, I was curious to see whether he would pick up the conversation later, or leave it at that. I was surprised when he, while packing up, again attempted some words. I was pleased with his performance and conversed with him. The conversation was light and friendly, without awkwardness, and shortened when I mentioned that I was going on a mission. It was an interesting experience, being the first time a boy initiated a conversation with me when I was plainly hunched in my work. I wonder what variable caused a conversation to be had in this situation as opposed to other similar situations. I can say one thing, though: being engrossed in one's work is apparently not an absolute deterrent in a boy's determining whether he will begin a conversation, as I have hitherto been led to believe.

In other news:
I still don't have my call. If it doesn't come this week or the next, I'm contacting my stake president.
I attended a YSA ward this past sunday in the hopes of obtaining some friendships for the purpose of performing out-of-the-house activities with people. I will continue to attend.
I've rediscovered my love for video games, to my fortune and misfortune. It gives me something to do, but it's not a productive something to do.
I'm taking four institute classes, one being a mission prep class. It's the best religion class I've ever had.
My dreams of late have been vivid, and memorable. They're the kinds of dreams that cause me to be affected for the remainder of the day, with some dreams having a larger impact than others.
I am glad to be going on a mission, but if I had a choice, I think I'd rather be married. But I can tell that I won't be married until after.
If you've never read The Time Machine by H.G. Wells, do so. It's a wonderful short story.
If any of the few who read this blog know of any good fantasy-adventure books, or any books which feature a charming, male, loveable-rouge type character as the protagonist, let me know. These are my favorite kinds of books, and my favorite kinds of characters.