Hey everybody, Mary here. Just letting you know that I'm still alive. I've got a little bit of a cold right now but I'm doing my best to get over it. My job is fun most of the time. If you dont know, I work at a bridal shop here in Provo. The woman who owns it really wants to sell her business. She also has a backdrop business that she wants to sell. If you dont know, backdrops are what people use for receptions to decorate the room they are in. So, if you are interested in buying a bridal shop I would be willing to run the place for you. I really doubt that is a possibility but its worth a try and it would ensure liz and I a job for the rest of our college careers.
I'm doing pretty good in school lately. My grades are better than ever! I'm really happy with what I am doing here in Provo but I am also really excited to move home for the summer. I hope that I will be able to spend time with all of you while I'm there. I will be turning 20 in a little bit too and i'm pretty excited about that. You dont have to get me anything(not that you were going to). All i need from you is your love and best wishes. I miss you all and I love you! I'm gonna try and get some rest now to get over this cold. Bye!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
California
Hello everyone, this is Liz! I miss and love you all! I have a special request of all of you: Could you please suggest good California songs for a special California playlist I'm making? That would be great! Love ya!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Michael Jackson Rocks
Yes I (Liz) truly believe. Mary and I and my roommate JilliAnne did a dance to Michael Jackson's "Bad" for our ward talent show yesterday. We messed up a little because we were nervous but it was really fun!
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
My Blabbering Mind..."No, I'm trying to talk. Would you just..."
So, I can never decide what I really want to do. I need some sort of literary enrichment so I head over to my roommate’s bookshelf but can’t decide on anything to read there, so here I am. I figure, if I can’t find anything good to read then maybe I can write something really good. Now, let’s see…
I never expected this to happen, then again, who ever expects these things to happen? But here I am, looking back at the expanse of my existence and ready to write down my most exciting adventure of all. I figure that writing is the best way to preserve my memory of it, so I’ll believe that it happened to me one day when I look back on things.
It starts about a year ago; I had just come into a small town near Depoe Bay, Oregon…
Well, that didn’t work. I started listening to classical music—love it. Problem is, I can't just sit down and make myself have an idea—funny as that seems. As much as I’d like to call myself a writer, I cannot because I really only have two full-fledged ideas: Myra and Linnea. I’m afraid not many people know about them, though, I’m sure it would help if I actually finished those ideas.
It makes no sense. I can feel it all. The passion, the determination, the love—I want to write about all of it. Destiny—fulfilling the hopes of an entire people, love—fulfilling the hopes of just one person, passion—not romantic, but the passion to live, to be, to change, and to become. I want to show the world the life that I live in my head. Sometimes, when I’m listening to music, I turn a walk home from school into something so euphoric and delicious that I don’t even understand it. Today I was walking home and listening to some Emo music. It really had nothing to do with the music, but the setting and the sounds and my exhilaration at coming home just filled me and everything was beautiful. The snow on the ground, though old, was glistening and the pavement stood out from it beautifully. The juxtaposition of the natural and ancient and the manmade world overwhelmed me and I felt like I was one point in the world—this magnificent world that our Father in Heaven so mercifully blessed us with. Are all skies that beautiful? Is pavement always so bewitching and we’re just too busy walking on it to notice? Okay, so I’m not usually this existential, but I was just thinking about it I guess. I want to have a perfectly filled life. Who wakes up in the morning and decides that they want to not feel so much today? I don’t understand why we let ourselves go so numb from our life experiences that we no longer feel. Oh yes, I do it—all the time. But I want so much to feel, to breathe, to really live. More than that, I want to be able to pour it onto pages for others to feel and understand. Please world! Show me that you still have a heart, instead of two eyes and a vague urge to do something with your life.
Great, now I’ll never feel justified watching TV….
I never expected this to happen, then again, who ever expects these things to happen? But here I am, looking back at the expanse of my existence and ready to write down my most exciting adventure of all. I figure that writing is the best way to preserve my memory of it, so I’ll believe that it happened to me one day when I look back on things.
It starts about a year ago; I had just come into a small town near Depoe Bay, Oregon…
Well, that didn’t work. I started listening to classical music—love it. Problem is, I can't just sit down and make myself have an idea—funny as that seems. As much as I’d like to call myself a writer, I cannot because I really only have two full-fledged ideas: Myra and Linnea. I’m afraid not many people know about them, though, I’m sure it would help if I actually finished those ideas.
It makes no sense. I can feel it all. The passion, the determination, the love—I want to write about all of it. Destiny—fulfilling the hopes of an entire people, love—fulfilling the hopes of just one person, passion—not romantic, but the passion to live, to be, to change, and to become. I want to show the world the life that I live in my head. Sometimes, when I’m listening to music, I turn a walk home from school into something so euphoric and delicious that I don’t even understand it. Today I was walking home and listening to some Emo music. It really had nothing to do with the music, but the setting and the sounds and my exhilaration at coming home just filled me and everything was beautiful. The snow on the ground, though old, was glistening and the pavement stood out from it beautifully. The juxtaposition of the natural and ancient and the manmade world overwhelmed me and I felt like I was one point in the world—this magnificent world that our Father in Heaven so mercifully blessed us with. Are all skies that beautiful? Is pavement always so bewitching and we’re just too busy walking on it to notice? Okay, so I’m not usually this existential, but I was just thinking about it I guess. I want to have a perfectly filled life. Who wakes up in the morning and decides that they want to not feel so much today? I don’t understand why we let ourselves go so numb from our life experiences that we no longer feel. Oh yes, I do it—all the time. But I want so much to feel, to breathe, to really live. More than that, I want to be able to pour it onto pages for others to feel and understand. Please world! Show me that you still have a heart, instead of two eyes and a vague urge to do something with your life.
Great, now I’ll never feel justified watching TV….
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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