Don't give up on this, she says.

Let's just say...

Yesterday was a rather off day for us girls here in my apartment.  Well, at least for four of us.  A friend told us some news that we weren't expecting, and we really had no idea how to handle it.  I had a rather confusing conversation with a friend, and some girls heard things that were really hard to swallow.

It started off seeming to be a day that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, to be honest.  I was crabby with friends I was texting, and I had to walk up to the Hinckley building in order to do some work that I had missed on Monday, seeing as I was traveling back to Idaho that day.  Although it was sunny, I really hate that walk.  Every day that I walk up there, I end up struggling for breath as I get into the room.  Hahaha, guess I need to work out more.  Once I got up there and started doing my assignments, I realized that it wasn't that bad of a day after all.  I was able to finish two out of the three assignments in less than an hour, when I fully expected it to take about two or more.  The walk home was easier, I had a funny conversation with my family, and it was great.

Walking back into the apartment was when I noticed that something was off.  That's when I heard the news that I know none of us were expecting to hear.  It was hard to be told that news, and it makes me rather sad to think that I couldn't help, but that's life.  Sometimes, you can help the person.  Sometimes, you can't.  And no, it wasn't that someone died, so don't think it was that.  I'm not going to say what the news was, but just know that it wasn't all that great.

I spent most of my day with Anne (one of my roommates) and Kevin (a friend).  We went to various places, played Tetris, and watched Wayne's World 2, even though Anne hadn't even seen Wayne's World, the first one.  Oh Anne.  Erin had her second, and last, night of Opera Scenes last night.  While I didn't make it last night, I did get to go on Friday and she was absolutely amazing!  Such great stage presence, and a voice like none other.  I heard she nailed it last night, which made me extremely happy.  But even doing all those things, it still felt off.  We were all worried and had no clue what to do or what to say.  So we ended up just doing things like usual, trying to see if we could just take our minds off the news.  Let's just say it might have worked, but only for a little while.

Getting to sleep wasn't an easy task last night, and what's worse, both Chelsie and I were awake around 4AM.  She was awake a little earlier than me, and I didn't realize that I was awake until she asked me if I was.  We couldn't go back to sleep, and it sucked.  She took some Nyquil, I watched a little bit of Grey's Anatomy, and we decided to try to sleep one more time.  Thankfully, we both fell asleep, but it was the most random thing to be awake at that time.

Now, we are awake but not really doing anything.  We don't really want to be doing anything.  But I know we just have to get up, move around, and find the good.  Everything will be alright... Eventually.

LOVES <3

I am an epic failure...

At blogging!  I used to be so good... I don't know what happened.  *sigh* I will work on it, I promise.  I've had a lot of different thoughts and impressions come to me within the last couple of weeks, some which have been coming for months, and I realized that, in order to get them off my mind, I wrote them down.  So, yes, I started up a journal again.  I haven't kept a journal for some time, since I had this blog, but I realized that I have personal things that the whole world doesn't need to know about, so I decided to write those in my journal.  I started writing yesterday, and I guess I had a lot to say because I soon filled three pages.  Oh my life. :)


Last weekend, I went home for around four days.  It was a blast!  Malcolm graduated, Alexis and Sydney had their quinceañera, Malcolm got the Melchizedek Priesthood, Lexi and Sydney had their 9th Grade Dance,  we had family in, and it was a lot of fun.  Lots of laughing, talking about memories, and I didn't have a lot of time to just sit around, doing nothing.  BLISS, I tell ya.  I missed the 9th Grade Dance by a few hours, but that's okay.  I saw what they would be wearing and how they would do their hair beforehand.  


School has been that... School.  It's been a good semester so far, and I have learned a lot about different things, spiritual and artistic.  I've also learned a lot to help me in my teaching life.  Even if I don't become a teacher, I will still have these skills to use within my own family, and I am very happy about that.  I've made a TON of art projects, which has been a lot of fun.  I just hope I can continue to make them to the best of my ability.


Anyways, I better get moving.  Today is a busy busy day!


LOVES <3

Audrey Hepburn's "Beauty Tips"

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, need to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each one of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands: one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.

Names

Symone

Hebrew

Meaning: She Heard

Misao

Japanese

Meaning: Chastity, Fidelity

Stout

Meaning: Strong, Robust, Firm

Growing up, I never really liked my name, especially my middle name.  I was fine with Symone, but I didn't understand how my mom could let my dad make my middle name Misao.  Why not something like Marie?  Something common.  And yes, I really did think this way growing up.  

As I got into my junior year in high school, I had a friend who fell in love with my middle name, and that is all she would call me.  I didn't get it, until I realized how truly UNIQUE it was.  No one else I have ever met has had that name, and why shouldn't I be proud of it?  Because of that friend, I grew to love my name more.

Now, I am thankful for the name my parents have given me.  It is unique, and I love it.  I realize that thought was put into my name. 

Being Mormon, most of the boys aged 19-21 serve a two-year mission.  My dad served in Japan, hence where he got my middle name.  I tried to think of reasons behind why he would name me that, and the one I thought of was that it was to be a symbol, kinda, on how to live my life.  My whole name has different meanings, but together, I can use those meanings in my life.

If you haven't already, ask your parents the story behind your name.  They are usually pretty awesome stories.

I hope my future children like their names as much as I have grown to like mine.

LOVES <3