Weekend Update Thursday

This weekend my mom and I attended BYU Women's Conference. It was a blast. I fell in love with the BYU campus and could definitely see myself going to law school there. (Plus it's cheaper than in-state tuition at UCLA.)

 And they make THESE.

 Photo fail at the Marriot Center before the concert. I may or may not have shouted "I'll marry you!" to Vocal Point about an hour after this was taken. 

I met up with my good friend Lisa at The Cocoa Bean in Provo.

I hurt.

But that's my own fault for being so out of shape and suddenly letting Jillian Michaels kick my but with the 30 Day Shred. Today is Day 3.

I miss my best friend.

And the best roommates ever.

 I got a job this week! 

Well, I technically got my old job back. I started again at Baskin-Robbins last night and it was a blast. I'm grateful to get an income at a place I already know my way around.

And here's Minnie, just for the heck of it.

Okay, I miss her, too. And I miss not being allergic to cats.

Actually, I Just Hate to Go Up Stairs Slowly.

I never thought it was possible, but I may have run out of things to say for the time being.

I've got a lot on my mind, just not anything I can publish.

I'm just cold. So you guys get this today.



Okay, and maybe some thoughts on homesickness. (Okay, so I really never run out of things to say.) I don't think I've ever really been homesick. Occasionally I miss certain people (except I miss Minnie all the time), or going certain places, but I've never just ached to be back in California. Even when I went to Italy when I was 15, I only missed my mom, Dallin and Minnie a little bit. (Sorry, rest of the family. You know how I was at that age.)

But I do miss the way things were sometimes. A lot of my friends are going on missions and getting married and having babies and it's just weird. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of terrified to grow up. It's like I have this enormous canvas and some oil paints in front of me. I have a basic idea of what I want to paint, but what if I choose the wrong colors or designs or I accidentally punch a hole in it? It's daunting. I hate getting things wrong.

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But of course, being scared of the future won't make it go away. All you can do is be prepared. (And "if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear," right?)

Side note to the curious: The title of this post is part of one of the other things on my mind. Don't read too much into it.