Monday, March 22, 2010

Simple Happiness

I am sitting on my bed with the window open and don't feel at all cold. I love hearing cars driving by outside.

I feel calm.

I've had, since Saturday at 4:00 pm, more time than I've had for months. I made bread for the first time, which was a success. I was able to sit back and relax on a Sunday. I talked to my dad for a little while. I saw my brother. I watched Return to Me last night and loved it. (First time since.. a long time.. that I've watched a movie on a school night.) I am sick but feel emotionally great. I have a great new job which was, thanks to some great people, incredibly easy to get. My room is a mess, but I will have time to clean it tomorrow. (A thought I haven't been able to have for months.) I had a wonderful experience teaching anatomy this semester (as I did last semester) and am going to sorely miss my intimate, 9-person class and my incredible lab partner. I am loving my French class and finally feel like I've got a handle on it. I have incredible roommates and friends that love me. I just got off the phone with the most incredible woman in the whole world and am grateful that I not only know her, but can call her mother. And now I'm going to read the Book of Mormon and write in my journal and think. And I am going to wake up early and get some non-school things accomplished before class, things which are usually pushed aside by studying. My life will soon be in order and I will no longer be that person you just shake your head at for failing over and over again to be on top of things because bits of her mind are scatered all over the place and her plate is heaping over and spilling onto the floor. I am happy with where my life is right now and happy with where it is going. Life is great. Little things are great. Thought I'd share. Happy day to you! Bonne nuit!


Wednesday, March 03, 2010

How to be Gorgeous

Dearest, dearest readers--
It is safe to say we all traverse through our lives making the comical error of thinking we are below the splendid, superb, grand, glorious, magnificent, smooth, velvety, rich, voluptuous clouds on which we stand. But let's face it; we are not! May Fry's experience be a lesson to us all!

I think it was Donald Minstock, the great amateur squash player, who pointed out how lovely I was. Until that time I think it was safe to say I had never really been aware of my own timeless brand of loveliness.
But his words spoke to me because of course you see I am lovely in a fluffy, moist kind of a way. I walk, lets be splendid about this, in a lightly scented cloud of gorgeousness that isn’t far short from being quite simply terrific.
The secret of smooth, almost shiny loveliness of the order of which we’re discussing in this simple, frank, creamy, soft way doesn't reside in oils, unguents, bombs, ointments, creams, astringents, milks, moisturizers, liniments, lubricants, and imprecations, or balsoms, to be rather divine for just one noble moment, It resides and I mean this in a pink, slightly special way in ones attitude of mind.
To be gorgeous, and high, and true, and fine, and fluffy, and moist, and sticky, and lovely, all you have to do is believe that one is gorgeous, and high, and true, and fine, and fluffy, and moist, and sticky, and lovely. And I believe it in myself tremulously at first, and then with mounting heat and passion because, stopping off for a second to be super again, I’m so often told. Thats the secret really.

Thanks to the Lovely, Splendid, gorgeous, and sticky Cailey for showing this video to me and transposing it for us :)