So, I kind of miss blogging...a lot.  I miss keeping up with everyone else's, too.

I took my last AP test of this school year, reader.  It was for English Language and Composition.  I don't think I've ever had so much fun taking a test before today.

Aspire

So, I'm sitting here, finally opening the AP Language and Composition book that I got at the beginning of the year (it's the day before the exam, people), and one of the first examples I stumble upon read:

People who knew American novelist Thomas Wolfe recall that he habitually roamed down the long aisles of the library stacks, grabbing one book after the other from the shelves and devouring its contents as if he were a starving man suddenly let loose in an immense storehouse of food.  He wrote with abandon, turning out incredible quantities of manuscript, filling whole packing cases with the product of his frenzied pen.

This may just be my thoughts being used to procrastinating, but I thought I'd write a blog post about this little diddy of an example.

I hope some day -- decades, even centuries from now -- when people stumble upon my name in a book store, they are enthralled to the point that they want to know what kind of person could have written such a thing.  I hope my imagination and my heart don't die with me, but live and thrive through my passion -- writing.

I hope I am remembered as the girl who reprimanded when someone said they had not read a certain book she loved.  I hope I am remembered as the girl who had a sparkle in her eyes when she spoke of those books and the many others that held a place on her shelf, her dresser, scattered all along her desk.  I hope I am remembered for the days I spent -- not wasted -- just reading or writing.  I hope I am remembered for my ability to go beyond this world, into one my mind created.  I hope I am remembered for my ability to make others see that same world and be affected by it in the same way I was.  I hope that once my last breath is taken from this world, those worlds in my heart and soul will not be taken with it.

I hope people remember me as the girl who was not only devoted to her faith, but devoted to imagining.

This is what I aspire to be remembered for, reader.

M-O-M-M-Y's

Today, I gave a talk in church about mommys, and how much I love them.

We then came home and my grandma and mom opened presents.

After that, we went to my aunt and uncle's to provide Skype for them for when our favorite missionary (Nathanael) was supposed to be able to talk to us.  He was an hour late, of course, but that's typical of him (even on his mission).  He has grown/changed so much -- both in stature and in spirit.  I see his increase of confidence and his joy.  I am so grateful to call him my cousin.

We ate dinner together as we waited for his call and peeled wallpaper from their dining room -- and started peeling in the living room -- before and after the call.  The nearer June comes, the more I miss them already.  All we did was peel wallpaper (everyone else faster than me, of course), but it was so sweet.  We laughed.  We hugged at random times.  We talked about little things and big things; everything and nothing.  We spent time together like we will in eternity.  It was such a beautiful way to spend Mother's Day.  It was perfect, reader.

Morning Magnificence

I was late for Seminary this morning.  After sitting down at my desk and waiting for opening excercises to be over, I noticed three symbols on the board.  One was the symbol for pi next to some other symbol that I guess was supposed to be some sort of rebus, but a little further from that, on the bottom right corner of the board was the symbol for the Deathly Hallows drawn in a brown marker.  I turned to my friend, Emma, and asked if she drew it or if she knew who did.  She looked at me with that look that we get when something Harry Potter-relevant happens.  She said she had no idea where/who it had come from.  'Twas excellent.