Hey guys. (:
I'm sorry about the weird background color! I CAN'T FIX IT. Whatever.
Remember how I was sick?
Me too. It was pretty miserable. A short time
after I posted 'sick day,' I texted my brother and asked him if he could give
me a blessing. I felt horrible--I was burning hot and freezing cold and I
pulled a muscle turning over in bed (really, I did. It still hurts when I press
on it. It's probably my left transverse abdominis, if you were wondering).
Anyway, he came over to my house and gave me a
wonderful blessing that had all kinds of counsel that I REALLY needed to hear.
I gave him a hug and even *he* could feel how warm I was. He stayed and talked
to me for a while and about 30 minutes later, I texted him to tell him my fever
was all the way gone! I love the Priesthood! #Miracles
Because I felt better, I started working on my taxes for 2013. Hate. But I was glad to get something done, considering how unproductive I'd been for a large portion of the day. I felt very grown up. (: (From Throwin' Up to Growin' Up: One Woman's Journey Through the 12-Hour Virus that the World Couldn't Forget<---I don't know where that came from).
My ward is WAY OLD. Seriously. They all have Master's Degrees. One of the girls has been teaching elementary school since she was 19!! WHOA. I'm basically..really young. It's cool though.
I walked around Provo a lot on Monday, looking for work and not really trying that hard because I only passed like 2 kinds of businesses: REALLY authentic foreign restaurants, and banks. Which at neither could I likely work (IDK if that was grammatically correct but I didn't want a dangling preposition). I was going to go to this tax class and learn how to be a tax preparer, but within less than an hour, I know that this job was NOT right for me and happily left the class and went to the ICE CASTLES for FHE! Wooohoo!
Random couple sitting all over the good lighting
OLAF! Yay. (:
My ward does cool (pun
intended) activities.
The job hunt is maybe going well. I had an
interview today and I'm hopeful about it. Fingers crossed!
I went to Carraba's to see my sister (she works
there) and got a free Italian soda--Raspberry/Vanilla--AND a free
brownie/mousse-y/whipped creamy thing! SO GOOD. I ate the leftovers for
breakfast this morning. I felt a bit rebellious. But in a delicious way.
Two more things--I know this post is getting
long.
I watched an old chick flick--Sabrina. It has
Harrison Ford in it, so you know it's good. I must be in a weird mood or
something because I CRIED at one point!! GONK. It was in some cheesy romantic
scene where he was telling the girl that she was the most beautiful woman and
he'd always thought she was awesome...Something like that. I have no idea why
it made me emotional! I might be going crazy.
I got on Facebook and my old (awesome)
hometeacher had messaged me and we started talking and somehow got on the topic
of...Me. He told me I was a "bubbly, #, etc., kind of girl." Ladies
and gentlemen, he used "#" to describe me. Life=made.
But he was telling me that "[my] personality
and [my] ability are socially contradictory." We then kind of analyzed
(over FB chat, lol) why I don't act like a straight-A, responsible, mature
person "should" act (in the eyes of society. I summarized his
analysis with these words: "I seem like I'm this flirty,
blond-ish, girly, giggly, preppy 17yrold that's just smiley and airheady, but
when you actually talk to me, I get straight As, I love the Gospel, and I'm
actually really real and not stupid."
And this is the reason I gave him as to why
I'm..Becca: "I act how I want, not how I think I should act..there's
not a reason. I'm me, I guess. Society's idea of how a 'smart person' should
act is kinda...dumb. Just because I like learning doesn't mean I can't be silly
and say things like "stahp" and hashtag stuff and flirt with boys.
That's just how everyone's been socialized to think."
Then I sent him a link to this beautiful pizza:
That's where my title came into the conversation.
He told me that what I said sounded like the title of my next blog. And so it
was.
This one's for you, Isaac.
Goodnight, my minions. Have a totes fab day. And
do what you want--don't listen to social norms. That's way too predictable
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