Czech Yourself Before you Wreck Yourself

I got my mission call yesterday.

I am hereby called to serve in the Czech/Slovak Mission.

I'm flabbergasted. Honestly I have not words. That was the last place on the planet I would put myself. Luckily, I don't get to question it because it was chosen by the Lord.

I have looked up so much information on it. I still can't believe I am going to the Czech Republic and Slovakia.

Woah. Mind. Blown.

It's only a Blink from Diapers to Depends.

Sometimes I wonder about my life. (That's what happens when your cooky Art History professor assigns you an assignment on "spirituality") What if I got some kind of weird cancer that exploded like a comet in my chest and and went from my heart to the tip of my big toe then shot like a meteor through my arms and my head? What if I walked outside one day only to be hit my a flying toilet seat for a nearby space aircraft taking it's final descent into the atmosphere? What if one day, I just didn't wake up? I've heard once that you only die when the youngest person you know says your name for the last time. That made me think...who is the youngest person I know? Are they friend? Foe? Both? How do they feel when they think about me? I'm a huge believer that you can say something to someone and in 20 years that person won't remember a single word that you spoke, they might not even remember what your voice sounded like. That person will, however, remember the feeling that you gave them. Am I "giving off good vibrations"? That's a dumb question. But still. How are you suppose to know that? There could be someone out there with a voodoo doll of me saying how much they hate my G-U-T-S. And I probably wouldn't even be able to tell you why.

I need to make a list. And after I make that list, I need goals. I don't want to coast through life anymore, one netflix movie after another. Did you know that there are 60 seconds in a minute and 60 minutes in an hour? There are 24 hours in 1 day. 365 days in 1 year. I've been alive for 19 years. I have been alive for 599184000 seconds (Give or take a few months in seconds). I hope somewhere between all of those seconds, I have taken the time to help other people with their seconds. If I have helped even just 1 person, the value of my life has been increased exponentially. I hope I took more of those seconds pondering and praying and studying the gospel than I did worrying about what my hair looked like that day and caring what other people thought my hair looked like that day. I hope in all those seconds that I had/have/will have that I'll love my family more and worldly things a little less.

Qu'est-ce que vous ferrez si nous mourions demain?

I hope that I take all those seconds to love myself and my God a little more. I don't think that I give the one person who gave me everything enough credit. So thank you. Words cannot express all you have given me and all you will give to me. So I won't even try.

Adios feminists...

Today was the day. The bane of my existence, the explanation for all the long nights at the library,  the reason for my sparse blog entries. Today was THE DAY of my second ECONOMICS midterm... no bueno.




It was also the first day I've ever been walked home. I'm not saying I'm in love with the boy because let's face it Greg and I just didn't "zing," but now I know what it feels for someone to "not want me to walk home alone in the dark." As much as I love my 15 minute walk home from the library at 11:45 pm each night (not knowing if I will be raped, or brutally murdered) I have to say, it was nice not to be alone. So I'm not saying that I am completely giving up on my feminist notions that "I am a strong independent women that doesn't need a man to validate me," but I am definitely rethinking some things.
In true Bruno fashion, I accidentally made the boy walk 3 blocks out of his way, but he seemed okay with it. And for good measure, I went home and put on my 50 cat lady shirt, and went to get snacks at 10 pm. Classic. (ALMOST sister missionary for the win!)

I think the best part about this situation is that good ol' Greg doesn't even know that he brightened my day. It wasn't romantic---all we did was talk about school---- It wasn't elaborate. It wasn't even that awkward (and this is me we are talking about).

So thanks Greg for the simplest walk home that shouldn't mean this much... but it means a lot. I guess "I'll be seeing you."

Am I living in a Taylor Swift song? and other baby mama obama drama

Okay so maybe my situation isn't exactly like Taylor Swift's but still. "You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends talk to me" has never made more sense to me then it does right now.

No I'm not stuck in an off and on relationship that is "just exhausting." I'm one of the friends. T-Swift should write a song about that... oh wait. She has. (cause she's a genius!)

It serves me right for trying to have friends.

I think cat ladies have the right idea. Cats don't ask you what is going on with your roommate and the guy she as been on 2 DATES with. Cats don't trick you into feeding them details about said roommate. I don't even like cats!!!

The only bright side to this situation is that I got to do what I do best. Recover information. (I swear I'm not a gossip, but I love knowledge!) As confusing as boys are, they are also really simple. If you tell them what they consider to be "a secret" they will spill there guts. It doesn't even have to be a secret. You could tell them that you ate broccoli for dinner last night and they will think they know everything about you. Simple. You just have to be careful of oversharing. Which I do. Or offending people. Which I also do. (#noshame)

It's funny how knowing silly things about people makes you feel like you know a little more about their souls, even if you have to tell them about the awkward dating life of your roommate.

In other news, Halloween was pretty fun. I dressed up like a nerd. It wasn't so much dressing up, as it was being in the library all night. once again #noshame.