I need my Moroni, and I need him right now. I can't wait any longer, but I know we are supposed to because it will be a test of our faith and our patience. But right now, my patience has worn thin, and I need that person who will hold me in his arms and let me cry on his shoulder. Who will hold me so tight, so tight. Who puts my cares before his. Who stops doing whatever he's doing so he can hold me and comfort me. Where is he? Where is my Moroni?
He's telling me to turn to the Lord, because that's what Moroni would do. The Lord knows exactly what I am going through. He will hold me so tight, so tight. He will put my cares before His, because that's what His sole purpose is. Why can't I feel that? All I want is this immediate, physical comfort for my sorrows and sufferings and afflictions. Why can't I have the faith? That's what my Moroni would want. He would tell me, he is telling me, "Gather up all your faith and energy, put your trust in the Lord, and you will be delivered."

Where is my faith? Where is my faith?

They changed it!!! >:( grrr...

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Ain't you never seen snow on palm trees?

Hello I'm back!! It seems some things got mixed up in some people's heads while I was gone, so let me just clarify them.

Mlle Mi: It's nothing you don't already know. It's just the fact that he put an earing on/in (??) his ear, and all the girls I expressed my feelings with shared the same ones.

Collin and really everyone else: No, I haven't stopped blogging. There might have seemed a lull maybe for a while, but only because I was gone to St. George from Thursday to Saturday. Oh no, I'm definitely not done with blogging. Not for a long while, I hope.

So I was about to say that I'll come back and tell y'all about my fun time in St. George, but heck, why don't I just tell you right now? So we left Thursday morning in snow. We watched "A Cinderella Story" and "Pirates of the Carribean" on the bus ride down, and that made it go by really fast. We checked into our hotel rooms, which was really an "inn," with the doors on the outside (hehe that was a lot of fun!). Some girls were upstairs, and some girls were downstairs, but it was WAY fun, and we all visited each other a lot. And in the lobby, there was all the free hot chocolate you could get! The "inn" was right next to Denny's and JB's, so I'm pretty sure I've eaten at Denny's enough to last me a looooong time, and so has everyone else.

We had a game Thursday night against Dixie High School, and they beat us (Varsity and JV), but that's ok, because it was our very first game, and Varsity did really good. Lol, JV...um....it's so boring in JV haha NOTHING gets to the outfield. Meh. So anyways, the weather was nice that night, with just some wind, but nothing major. We were all hungry afterwards, so we drove EVERYWHERE looking for a place to eat, but as Fieldstead said, places like St. George just like to close everything up at 9pm sharp. Nothing except fast food was open, bleh. We walked from place to place to place until we finally found an Iceburg. That was good.

Anyways, the next morning, we woke up, and what to our wondering eyes did appear was...SNOW! Snow, in St. George??? What?? Unheard of!!! Here's another one for you, Ripley. Snow on palm trees. It made me laugh so hard!! Our tournament ended up being canceled, and we could have packed up and gone home right then, but we decided to put our money to good use and stay the full time. We went bowling, as Fieldstead said we would if we didn't have any games. That was fun, and we had the pleasure of having a baseball team grace us with their precense there. Afterwards, half the girls went to the outlets, in blizzarding snow, and the other half (including me) stayed at the hotel. We ate, and then we...SWAM!!!!!! Mmm mmm that hot tub was SO nice! There was steam everywhere, even from the pool (which wasn't so bad!). A neighboring baseball team was swimming and we played "football" in the pool for a little bit. Those guys were hot, but definitely not my type, a lot because they had naughty mouths and were just meh. They left, and we played a little football of our own. We swam forever, with steam coming up off the water and the sun going down...oh man it was AWESOME! Sometimes, there was so much steam you couldn't see anyone around you!! We were getting out right as the other girls were coming back, and lame, when we all finished showering, the other girls had gotten into the pool and GUESS WHAT?? A boys soccer team had just arrived, with their rooms all right next to ours, and what did they do? Go straight to the pool, where the other half of our team was swimming! Grr!! They mostly sat in the hot tub, the boys on one side, the girls on the other, some in with bathing suits, some standing in jeans lol. We all talked, we threw a squishy softball around, we were SO bored, those of us who had already swam. Anyways, coach wanted us in our rooms an hour early because he didn't want us talking to these boys too much--that's the very kind of thing that could get these trips canceled. Oh boy, how true it is. He was really mad, because apparently some girls had given out cell numbers and room numbers. Because guess what...

On Thursday, a girl from Orem High School got assaulted in her room for that very reason. She went swimming, and when she was done, her key card was missing. That night, a baseball player had gotten into her room and would have raped her if it weren't for her other teammates/roommates that fought him off. That's scary, and coach was really worried. What made me mad was that the girls weren't taking him seriously. They just couldn't understand the seriousness of the situation, and it made me SO mad, how, when he left after forcefully talking to us and telling us to go to our rooms, they just sat there and "Oh my gosh blah blah blah..." URG!! I'm pretty sure they all think it's fun and games right now, but when they actually do get caught for breaking the rules or even worse, like what happened to that Orem girl, we'll see who has the last laugh. I definitely know that I'm not going to just flounce around the rules on a hotel trip with the school ever again. I've gone through enough to last me a lifetime.

The trip was really fun, although it was very disappointing. This was a trip for softball, and we only got to play once. This was my first time down to this "Sunshine" Tournament, and I never got to experience it. Next year will be my first, and it will be my last. I am glad, though, that I was able to get a lot closer to the girls on my team, which is really good. I had a lot of fun, and I just can't wait for next year!!!

That's pretty much it, sorry I'm not that good of a story teller. What do you expect, I just got off the bus! Don't worry...I'll work on those skills later. Anyways, I missed you all, and I thought about you a lot. Love you tons, and come to my games!!!

Y'all should click here to check out MVHS Softball baby! (my daddy made it ^_^)

I'm done.

Down in the Corner of my Room

I can still write my deepest, darkest feelings, but you say I worry too much anyways, and you're sick and tired of hearing about him--again.

Because he's all I can think about right now. Because I don't want to like him, but everytime I think I'm over him, I end up thinking about him. Like today. Like yesterday, like last night, like today. I don't want to like him...

All I want is a hug, and for him to just hold me tight, while I cry on his shoulder. I want to cry. Because I messed up. Because I made a mistake. But will he even care? He doesn't care. He never lets me talk. He's always talking. He doesn't listen. I. don't. like. him..

He breaks my heart. I broke my own heart.

Are they even sorry they did it? Oh sure. Yes, Mrs. Mathews. I understand, Mrs. Mathews. Of course, Mrs. Mathews. Of course, of course, of course of course OF COURSE. You're not sorry. You break the rules all the time. What makes this any different? Half of you weren't even planning on going on tour anyway! You spoke, you agreed too much. Just shut your effin mouths and nod your effin sorry heads. I'm sorry, but these people make me mad. Fine, I'm angry at myself for doing this. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself, or maybe I'm being too hard on these people, but how can I trust these people that are known to break the rules? How are people going to be able to trust me, someone they knew that doesn't break the rules?? I've ruined my highschool career. I've ruined my college career, or maybe a scholarship opportunity. Who's going to look at someone with something like this on their record?

I messed up, and I can't even talk to my own mother about this.

And it's probably too late to call K, but I'm calling anyways. And I still have homework. And I have to go in early to take the Psychology test. And I freaking go to St. George on Thursday, thus missing 2 more days of school! Thank you, but I don't need this right now. I just don't.

So hate me for writing this stuff down if you want. Criticize me for putting into words what should just be kept to myself. Talk about me behind my back. Go ahead and just don't care about me. This is my blog, and like K said, if you have any problems with that, then you don't have to read it. So let me write whatever I d*** feel like. Because I don't need this. I need you guys, but I just don't need this.

Your Turn

P.D.A. Public Display of Affection. Unwanted in the halls of any high school, but what about in our own homes among our closest friends? I've been thinking about this, and I want to know your guys' opinions. Do you think it's ok for your friends to cuddle together around you at their own (or our) homes, or do you still find it revolting? I think, because we are in more of a personal environment than school, we, as in people in general (like French on), begin accepting it a little more without really thinking about it. But now that you are thinking about it, what do you really think?

Brrr...

John visited his 90-year-old grandpa who lived way out in the country. On the first morning of the visit, John's grandpa prepared a breakfast of bacon and eggs. John noticed a film-like substance on his plate, and asked, "Are these plates clean?"

His grandpa replied, "They're as clean as cold water can get them. Just go ahead and finish your meal."

For lunch, Grandpa made hamburgers. Again, John was concerned about the plates, as his appeared to have specks of dried egg on it. "Are you sure these plates are clean?" he asked.

Without looking up, Grandpa said, "I told you before, those dishes are as clean as cold water can get them!"

Later, as John was trying to lie down for a nice, relaxing nap, his grandpa's dog wouldn't stop barking and howling. John said, "Grandpa, your dog is being awfully noisy."

So Grandpa yelled, "Shut up and lie down, Cold Water!"

Here's Lookin' at You, Kid.

I love camping, you can't even imagine. I was looking through a stack of CD's and found one with all our campout pictures from this past summer--YIPPEEEE!!!! These are a few of my favorites. Oh, my little brother, he is such a crack-up!! I can't stop laughing every time I see this expression, probably because of the story behind it.

...Like I said, I get bored easy.