"Knowing how we can treat each other-that's not something I'll miss from this world." -Anwatan from Widdershins

Reading this book Widdershins, I am reminded of the world we live in. How we cansenselessly kill each other without batting an eye. Joseph Crazy Dog says that every death diminishes us. We shouldn't take personal issues to innocents. It's too complicated to explain it all, but in the book the cerva (the buffalo) are going to battle against the fairy because the fairy have been taking over the cousins' land after we stripped them of their hides and left them to rot in the grass. Minisino, the leader of the cerva, makes the point that no one is innocent, and maybe that's true. But I like Joe's attitude better.

"It's just this theory that I have that there's not enough goodness in the world. And we need more of it. Well, see, if you do someone a favour, expecting something in return, it's not as pure as just doing it with no expectation. Doing it just for the sake of doing it, because it's the right thing. It's a funny wheel we're on these days. Sometimes I feel it's wobbling so much I get worried it's going to go right off track, and then where the hell would we be? The best way I know to keep it running smooth is make sure the acts of kindness outweigh the bad. I can't do it for the whole world, but I can do it in my own life, and I figure every little bit helps."

Terrible things happen. Massacres happen at universities. Millions of men and women and children die because of unsettled governments. We automatically hate those we don't know or understand. We all have shadows inside of us, hiding in the light that fills our hearts. If we can just reach inside of ourselves and erase that shadow, rid our minds with the dark memories and experiences that keep us from progressing. Sometimes I wish that I had a pocket world in the otherworld, that I could step into whenever I wanted to, to get away from people and the tragedies that happen in the world. But I know that that can't happen. I have to deal with life and move on. I have to find that shadow within myself and deal with it, get it out so that I can continue on. Stop brooding and just do good things for other people.

I think that Joe Crazy Dog is right. All we can do is try and make sure that the good outweighs the bad in the world. Terrible things happen. But there are so many good people out there, doing good things for other people. Random anonymous acts of kindness. Sincere acts of love. We don't have to change the world to change someone's life. Look around. There is someone who needs your help. Make yourself available. And when someone asks you for something, don't expect them to owe you a favor.

Widdershins. This whole book is about helping people, standing up against an army with a handful of others because you want to help save a race that you've never met before. It's about making bonds with each other, making each other family. It's about choice. It's about feeling such love for people, no matter who they are, that death doesn't stop you from helping them.

"People can be so horrible, can't they?"
"But they have the potential inside them for great good, too, Rabedy Collins. It's true we can't make them turn from doing wrong. But we can set an example by how we live our own lives."
"Do you think it makes a difference?"
"Everything we do makes a difference," she told him. "The onus is upon us as to whether the difference we make is for good or evil." She paused a beat, then added, "I will go find my father. Wait for me here."
And then she was gone.

"The reality of perfection is much different than its perception." -The Fact of Twilight

I would like to share a little something that Steve Holiday, author/director of the Fact of Twilight, included on the back of the program during production.

Each of the characters in our story is a lost soul, searching for validation, love, or acceptance; and much like each of us, they are each given the opportunity to help another on the journey toward redemption. Sometimes we discover that our greatest purpose is that opportunity; and often, we find that that person is the least convenient of souls.

Have you ever had someone turn their back on you only to find that you need each other? Have you ever met someone with vastly different values or standards than you, and written them off, only to find that your growth depends on them?

Why is it that there are some topics that we refuse to talk about as a society? If we do talk about them, it is only in indecent corners and immoral stairwells. Those who champion these topics are an extreme minority of the left, and, unfortunately, see sexuality and religious liberalism as topics to force on the majority through entertainment and locker rooms. When these topics are pushed on us by this small demograpic, we bury them deeper and talk about them less. And, when our children are old enough to need to know about such topics, they end up learning them by the only available means-that extreme minority that we tried so hard to shun in the first place. Is it any wonder that our youth falter? Does it come as a surprise that they eventually come pleadingly to us for guidance? Does it disgust you that there are many who refuse to embrace and help those who need us the most?

I believe that it is our responsibility to educate. I believe that there is a time and a place for everything, and that sacred things must not be taken lightly. But I also believe that we have a sacred responsibility to "lift the hands that hand," as the late Neal Maxwell said. And if we do not, we may just be given another "opportunity" to get things right before we receive our exaltation. This is the theme of our story this evening. Max Tivoli said, "we are each the love of someone's life," and the scriptures teach that "we are assigned angels in Heaven." Perhaps by utilizing both of these tools we can make sense of this life.

I find that so very inspiring. I got to read the play while it was in the process going through the department. I got to read as Gwen, the main character who finally finds herself home after a "lifetime" of searching. I want a copy of the script, as a literary reference. It was so well-written and so profound and universal. Gwen isn't religious, but the show is filled with little references to our doctrine and the show takes place in a limbo, if you will, a kind of spiritual prison that she is kept in until she fully accepts her death and understands what she has to learn before she can go home. What joy when she steps through the door and finds all she is looking for! What pain to not understand! I try so hard to be open-minded and understanding, because I don't fully know who I am yet. I don't know what it is I want to do in life. I admire so much the people who do one thing for so long, and then realize what else is out there in the world. And they realize that theatre or music or writing is not actually their passion. They want to help people. They want to be instruments in the Lord's hands and be His tools to save the lives of other people. They want their life to be so filled with God's love that they no longer think about themselves. They are the Lord's. Their nature is changed.

I had a hard time grasping the idea of the Atonement. In our Mormon pop culture, we talk about certain ideas and themes that just don't really make a lot of sense to me. I mean, I think I understand them, but it wasn't until a couple weeks ago that I really realized that Christ atoned for my sins. I don't have to repent of my sins. (Just wait for it, please don't freak out) My sins are forgiven and I am clean. "No unclean thing can dwell in the presence of God." I am going to be in the presence of God at the end of my life so that I can be judged of Him. And the only way that I can be in His presence is if my sins are already washed clean. I will be clean. Everyone will be clean. It's not the sins that matter. It's the nature. Christ is going to look in my heart and see that I am still fallen, that I am still carnal, sensual and devilish. He is going to see that I cannot no longer dwell in His presence and I will be resurrected to a telestial state. But if I can change my nature now, if through the process of repentance I am no longer enticed by the things of the world, but by the things of the Lord, I can be exalted and remain in His presence. I never realized that before. I was sitting in class the other day and all of a sudden it hit me. I am fallen. There is nothing I can do about it. I am utterly wretched. But that's why the Atonement and the mercy and grace of God are so wonderful. I walked away that day feeling happier than I have in a long time, all because I realized that with the help of Christ, I can change my nature and become like Him. I used to think that I could fix all my problems myself. I'm too prideful to ask for help. I wanted to be perfect before I came to Christ. But I have to come to Christ to be perfected in Him. I cannot do it on my own. There is no way. But with His help, I can change. What joy and rapture I feel when I ponder the immensity of His grace! It is possible for me to shake off the natural man and come to stand before God.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

-Max Ehrmann, DESIDERATA

"And so we dream, yet our dreams turn to vapour and sift through our fingers in frightening beauty."

Life certainly has been interesting of late. A lot of strange things have transpired, and I am so ready for vacation. Classes aren't that bad, but I'm working my butt off doing the show and finding some minimal time to study. I really should be doing that right now, or at least going to bed, but I need to take a break and talk, and I was doing my Old Testament homework and thinking about how life has been lately which made me think about a few things. For example:

I have come to realize thoroughly that this life is not about me. It's about being a tool in the Lord's hands to allow Him to finish His work on this earth. Sometimes I think about how weird my life is and I get all depressed about it, but then things like this week happen and my whole perspective is changed. Monday I think it was, Liz got a call from Kathleen saying that Jesse was at the Student Health Services with an IV and he was really sick. That of course was stressful enough, but then Tuesday night Kathleen gets a call while she's preparing for the show that Jesse is now in the hospital and not able to make the show. He had pneumonia and was out for a couple days. It was scary because we got Paul to be Fred about ten minutes before the show opened and he did a marvelous job. He actually brought things to the show that Jesse didn't. Not that he did a better job of course, but it made us all realize something different in the show and we were able to make it all the more meaningful. I missed Jesse terribly and he came back tonight so I gave him a hug and told him I was glad he was back, but it's strange how it all works out. We, though we would like to think we're all "special," are all replaceable. If we don't fulfill the role (temporally and spiritually) that we were chosen to fulfill, the show will go on with someone else in your place. We are here to be the Lord's instruments in performing His work, and if we don't do it, He will find someone else who can and will. Of course we have to be careful about getting in the Lord's way ("mourn with those who mourn, comfort those that stand in need of comfort"), but like Jesse, if we can't be there, the Lord will find someone who can. How interesting. JD talked about that today during talk-back after the show, when someone asked him how he made the final Cratchit scene so powerful and moving. He said that for a long time he thought about how terrible it must have been for the Cratchit's to lose their son, and how lost they were without him, when one day he accidentally looked at Scrooge during the scene, and realized that it's not about the Cratchit's at all. It's about Scrooge and the change that comes over him. So he changed his thoughts to what he was supposed to teach Scrooge, and how to do it. How like life that is. If only we were put on this earth to turn people to Christ, how soon would I that everyone remember that and act accordingly! Of course, I am guilty of forgetfulness myself, but there are times when I find myself pondering the very subject, and isn't that the point? I, though I try not to be, am a very judgmental person. All I can do is not talk about it, but silently I watch and judge people, mostly their personality and find things that I don't like. Even though I know this isn't good, at least God has given me the good sense to recognize that what I see in others that I don't like is what I don't like in myself, and the desire to change that in myself. And studying the Old Testament and the children of Israel helps me realize my true purpose in life and the idols that I place beside God. It's a truly amazing feeling when you can learn about yourself and become a better person and grow closer to God because you make yourself available to the revelations that He sends you.

Dreams can be very frightening things. I had a dream just last Tuesday that everything that really happened that night did happen in my dream (which is always disorienting). So Jesse was at the hospital and Ben got sent to the hospital after the show for passing out, but then I was on stage and saying lines, but there was no audience, and there was a cat walk that went right above the stage. I heard a thump and a crack and when I turned around, Bro. Clifford was lying on his back and all these people were around him because he had fallen off the catwalk and broken his neck. It was so scary. I saw him the next day and told him about it and told him that I was glad that he didn't really die. But still, it really shook me. But a few nights before that, I had the scariest dream I've had in a long time. I have had dreams periodically where I see people die, and it's one of the freakiest things imaginable. But in this dream, there was a flock of crows in this old deserted town that were all fighting each other. It focused on two of these crows who flew into a building and were fighting. The room was very small, a tiny entryway really, with the door at the top of three or four steps, a glass ceiling, and one doorway in the far left hand corner of the room (if you were standing on the steps). One of the crows was completely beating the other one, slamming him into the glass ceiling and cracking it and all and he fell to the ground. Then they turned into people, and it's hard to describe, because they looked completely humanoid, but there was something still distinctly crow-like about them. But then the one who was on the floor stood up and the other one was on the steps with his back to the one. And he turned on the steps and lifted his arm and he had a semiautomatic in his hand, and he shot the other one. And he shot him again. And again. And again. And again. Until the one finally staggered against the wall, and slid to a sitting position, and his eyes were open but dead, and there was blood everywhere, all over the walls and his body, and his mouth was open and his tongue was hanging out, and blood just flowed and dripped from his tongue. Oh, it was so vivid and so frightening. What do you do when you wake up in the dark with those images so clearly imprinted in your head? I still shudder to think of it, it was so gruesome and so terrible but it cannot be forgotten. My dreams, though still as weird as ever, have been increasingly scary, and sometimes I don't like going to bed for fear of what I may see in dreams.

This morning was so interesting and the only way I can describe it is through narrative, so I'll do the best I can.
I stepped out into the early morning air and looked out into the fog-filled air. The sky was overcast, the air misty but no rain was falling. I began my walk up to class, clutching my books to my chest to keep my arms warm. The going was easy and the cold not so biting that I couldn't enjoy the vapor on my cheeks. I crossed the street, headlights on either side framing my body in the dim light. I started up the hill when it changed. Suddenly the air was hard to breathe, thick, heavy. Not oppressive. But sluggish. Then the wind. It came abruptly from the hill and whipped my hair into my eyes, masking my view. It pulled against my legs like an unseen current. There were very few people out, and those who were were silent. No friendly greetings or pleasant talks on cell phones sliced the tangible air. If they looked at each other, it was for but a moment. A cursory glance, nothing more. I fought these separating forces until I made it into my building. But looking back, it was surreal, like it never happened, or happened in someone else's dream. Mornings like this make you wonder about the reality and importance of your own life.

I know that there is more I want to say, but it is eluding me. I have two finals to take tomorrow and I need sleep, so I will leave you now, hopefully with questions or discoveries in your own mind. I hope that health and happiness prevails in your life and that you find yourself growing in the gospel and learning of the Savior every day. May the Lord make His face to smile upon you. Shalom.

"In a phrase to cut these lips, I love you." Coheed and Cambria

There's something about you that I'm drawn to. You have a kind of melancholy understanding about you. Like a lost boy from Neverland. Like Tootles.

It's your eyes. There's a remarkably beautiful sadness in them. Like you're separated from life. The world is passing you by, and no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to reach it. Your fingertips brush the surface, and no one seems to notice the distance. I did.

I don't want to go to our ward thing tonight. Or I do, but I don't want to go play football, so I won't. I'll sing to the Sptifire Grill and then change and go up and eat some food. Whoo hoo. I'm reading Watership Down right now, hence the picture of the Black Rabbit of Inle.

I had a really really cool experience visiting teaching yesterday. I was alone, because Jenny's in Florida, but it turned out amazing. It's so cool that you can get revelation and give people what they need most of all. I had the coolest time with Jackie and we talked for more than an hour, and it was what we both needed. It was so cool. I'm singing in the Messiah choir too, and so rehearsals for that are always fun. It's really great music, and I feel so blessed that I get to sing it again. The first time I did so wasn't as fun. Last week I went to the Jazz Combos concert because Jenny sings in a jazz combo, and she was really good, besides the fact that the microphone wasn't working. So what we could hear of her was really good. And all of the combos were so good. It was so nice to be able to just sit back and not think about anything but the amazing talent that I was listening to and let the music move me. It was wonderful. I'm excited for Christmas Carol to open, and for everyone to come see it. It's going to be so cool. We're just waiting for the set to be done, so we can actually rehearse with it all. The whole show is just amazing, we have a great cast, the costumes are beautiful, the set is going to be spectacular. It's going to be great. I also can't wait for next semester, to get Crazy For You all together. The tapping is hard, but I'm learning and having so much fun doing so. Next semester's schedule is a little disappointing, but I'm not going to regret it. I finally get to take an English class, I'm taking second semester Russian, Book of Mormon, and Reader's Theatre, where we put on children's productions. But because of the way my schedule works out, I can't fit in any more GE, major, or theatre classes, so I'm taking two dance classes: beginning jazz, and beginning tap. I'll have a head start on that, but I'm excited. I haven't taken a dance class in about three years and I miss it. I want to take ballroom, but they all fill really fast, and I'm not so excited about the attitude that a lot of people have when they sign up that class, that you never know who you'll meet. Ugh. Oh well. It's a good schedule, not too hard but academically satisfying. I can't wait to start writing again. I've been thinking lately, and I think I want to go into editing. It's something I'm really good at, and I enjoy it. Like work for a publishing company or something. That would be great fun. I don't know if I'd like the reporting deal. We'll see. I have a little while. I'm going to audition for the House of Bernarda Alba next semester, and I'm thinking of auditioning for Comic Frenzy, and seeing how that might turn out. I don't know if I could handle all the load that I had this semester though. I'm so ready for Thanksgiving, you don't even know.

Eileen is going to curl my hair for my class tomorrow, because I have a scene for Song Interp that I'm going to be a cheerleader for. Isn't that exciting? I'm in two scenes, and one I'm a cheerleader, and the next I'm in I'm a white pregnant rapper. It's going to be amazing. I'm really excited. I like that class, except for the fact that Hyrum is getting really frustrated because we don't really know what to focus on, because we have to do our scenes, and it gets in the way of our learning the actual music for the show. I'm so excited for the show though, it's going to be so much fun. Yay for Follies. I really should go and get ready, everyone's in a rush to get the food ready and I'm sitting here doing nothing. So love to all, and I'll see you guys over Christmas break. All remember to thank your Heavenly Father for all that He has given you, and for the situations and blessings and challenges that He has the faith in you to give you. Shalom!

"Just so there's no confusion, in spirit prison there probably won't be pineapples." -Jeremy, Sunday School Instructor

Hello to the world! These images didn't upload in the order that I wanted them to, but I'm too tired and lazy to fix it. Aren't we so cute pregnant? I just woke up from a two and a half hour nap, and I'm regaining my strength so that I can go help set up for the banquet tonight. Banquet and ghost stories from this cool story telling guy! Whoo hoo! And I get in free because I'm in theatre council. Good deal. So the guy I just quoted just walked into our house. How strange. He's Jenny and Eileen's home teacher apparently, and I really like his sense of humor. It's very very dry and sarcastic, so you can't really tell if he's being serious or not. I think it's raining.

This is currently my profile picture on Facebook. I know, I started a Facebook. But I deleted my myspace account because I hated it. Facebook is a little better. This was the crazy hair night, but it settled down a little. I like wearing the little poncho. I have the most amazing story to tell you! This is a ransom note that we got last night from our dear friend Brett. I'll include the scriptural references.
As you may have noticed, a certain prized possession of yours has gone missing. This is a mere retaliation. You have been mercilessly holding a certain valued piece of china hostage for nearly 2 months. Our people will no longer stand by actionless. We demand a prisoner trade, but that will not be enough. We simply demand an increase to make up for the time that we have spent lacking. The dishware must needs be returned in a similar state in which it arrived, full. You must realize that we bear you no malice. Our intent is only that justice be served. Your possession will be returned only AFTER receipt of the china plus a full restitution for emotional damages. Alma 60:6, 35 and 36 (but not the first sentence)
"And now behold, we desire to know the cause of this exceedingly great neglect; yea, we desire to know the cause of your thoughtless state."
"And behold, if you will not do this I come unto you speedily; for behold, God will not suffer that we should perish with hunger; therefore he will give unto us of your food, even if it must needs be by the sword. Now see that ye fulfill the word of God.
I seek not for power, but to pull it down. I seek not for honor of the world, but for the glory of my God, and the freedom and welfare of my country."

This is us in our sexy pose. Vaughn pointed out to me that I look like a Japanese anime character, and I find that I cannot disagree. But is that not BRILLIANT? It was the most amazing ransom note I've ever received. Liz is working hard on a very good response, which we will give with the desired dishware with a tower of rice krispies on it. Along with an invitation to join me and Jenny and Brad on a double date. What fun.

This is Garett being extremely attractive in The Jacket. I tell you, it does something to you. But I just realized that I have to go help with the banquet now, and since I have to walk all the way up to the Hinckley (I was going to describe it as "freakin," but that just seems wrong right next to the word Hinckely), I should probably go. I hope you enjoy these pictures and I hope your lives are going well, as mine generally is. Love to all! Shalom

Oh yeah, and this is us being the Hawmps Hookers. Well, mainly me, showing a bit of leg there. You know you'd pick us up.

"I was going to go to bed early tonight until we decided to get pregnant." -Shanelle Baxter

That statement is not to be taken literally. So this is what we did one Monday night when we were quite bored. Jenny put the squishy in her shirt and she looked absolutely amazing! We walked over to Davey and Brad's to see if Davey was home but only Garret and Brad and this random girl (it was a little awkward) were over. It was funny though because we all walked in holding hands and leading Jenny along. But then we took pictures (which was hard because we were laughing so hard) and then we all decided to get pregnant! So Nelli and I put stars in our shirts (which was also difficult because we had to tie down the little star arms) and started wandering around looking for someone to show our tummies to. Of course, the night that we do something totally crazy is the one night that no one came over. So we tried to think of people that we could go visit and got the amazing idea to go over to Curtis', because he's the sort of person who would totally go along with it. So we waddled over to his apartment and on the way we had a strange encounter with a young man walking down the street. He asked us when we were due and we said around the end of October, about Halloween. He laughed and said "Oh, I'm a little flustered," crossed the street, and started playing the harmonica. How delightful. Upon reaching Curtis' apartment, we found that the only person was home was a roommate that we didn't know. The following conversation ensued.

Us: Hey, is Curtis home?
Roommate: Um, no.
Us: Because he scheduled a yoga session with us at ten tonight.
Roommate (nervous laughter): Curtis doesn't teach yoga!
Us: Well, I mean, since it's with pregnant women, he might be a little embarrassed about it and not like to talk about it.
Roommate (completely didn't believe that we even knew Curtis): Sure. How do you guys know Curtis?
Us: He's our yoga instructor! And he did make up on Jenny for his class.
Roommate: Well, I know he is in a makeup class. Here, I'll call his cell.
awkward silence where Roommate leaves a message on Curtis' phone
Roommate: He's not answering his phone.
Us: Oh wait, he's at rehearsal! How could he schedule a yoga session when he has rehearsal! How inconsiderate! We should go talk to him about it!
So we left, leaving Roommate to doubt our pregnancy. How rude. But really funny. So we went and found Curtis and he came out of rehearsal and died laughing, but as we expected, he went along with it and apologized profusely for missing our appointment. Liz came out too and we made her night, fortunately. She thought it was incredible.
After leaving the Kirkham, we wandered around campus for a while, talking loudly about weird cravings and how many children we've had. Oh, and side note: during our adventures we made sure to get weddings rings and display them wherever we went. We managed to get together with Tim and Curt (different Curt) and Garret, and revealed that they were Curt's children. All of them. As we were all Curt's wives. He was a little weirded out by that, but soon went along with it. What fun guys we have across the street. We ended up going back to Curtis' to schedule another appointment, and he was actually there that time. But Roommate (bless his gullible heart) said to us, "Hey, I'm really sorry for not thinking that you guys were actually pregnant." We did nothing to enlighten him, but I think they got it after us girls and Curtis talked for a while. But then right before we left, Curtis calls out, "So call my secretary, we'll reschedule. I think we'll start with some basics, like breathing exercises and basic postions," and Roommate (same one!) says "Wait, you really do yoga?" I think he got it when we just laughed at him. Poor guy. But I think that was pretty much our evening, except that we all sat around being pregnant for quite some time, just because we could.

So I just had an amazing fabulous reality. I also have many other stories to tell, including the one where we had the amazing lightsaber war that lasted more than an hour, which included blood and many bruises, but that will have to be for another time when I can get the pictures from Jenny. But back to the fabulous reality. Liz and Kyra and I were all sitting on the couch on the porch when Kyra realized that it was curfew so she went to leave. As she was walking down the sidewalk a random guy comes up to her and says, "Hey, where are you going?" She replied that she was going home, and he answered with, "Well, what am I supposed to do then?" She said that he could go make out/cuddle with us on the porch, and he said OK, and walked up the steps and wrapped his arms around us. After asking our names, he continued to embrace us and informed us that his name was Tad and he was from Arizona. Then when our RA came and told him that it was curfew and that he would have to go home, he adopted this weird accent and talked about "where he was from" and how the rules were different there. Then he just walked away. How strange and amazing. I also bounced for Comic Frenzy tonight and that was so much fun. There are a lot of new people but it's still hilarious. What fun.

I was just going to tell one more story, but I completely blanked and forgot what it was. Oh yeah! Last night Liz, Nelli, Jenny and I stayed up till 3 in the morning reading balderdash cards and laughing at what they said. We found the HAWMPS! one and the one with dunkle (orginal HAWMPS! jokes) and so we placed them up on our shrine, which currently consists of: three railroad spikes, one small collection of little BMW bugs, one Santa Barbara candle, one Mr. Potato Head, one stuffed bunny, one broken (alas! but that's another story) Sting, and one Garret's lightsaber. What fun. But we discovered fun words like "whisterpoop" and I finally found out what a hodad really is. It was amazing. And now before I repeat the same thing, I think I'll leave you all to your fun and games and head for bed. I love and miss you all and I hope that your lives are going well. Love to all! Shalom!

Alas, the legend of "Crikey! Look at the size o' that one!" is no more.

I want to dedicate this blog to Steve Irwin, the ever-famous Crocodile Hunter, who died yesterday at the barb of a sting ray. His khaki, risk-ready form will forever be in our hearts.

How sad. But at least he didn't die in a car accident or something. At least he gave his life to the wild...or something like that.
Well, I'm here in beautiful Rexburg, I just got back from my two classes of Tuesday, ready to eat lunch, go to the Devotional and take a nap! I stayed up till one last night, talking with roomies and eating ice cream. It was good times. But I had geology (Natural Disasters) and Russian today, and when I found out that I needed textbooks for Russian, I went to the Bookstore and spent another $127! What fun. I will sure be glad when I can return that one book and get money back for it on Thursday. Liz and I are going to the Rockapella concert on Friday, that's pretty cool. Um, I think some of the bishopric is coming over tonight. Maybe we should make cookies or something.

I'm in a bit of a dilemma. I tried out for Vocal Union yesterday, and my audition went pretty well. The song that she had to read rhythm from is one that I knew, and was singing just that morning. I told her that. The song went well, but she didn't check my range or anything so I don't know if I'm going to be called back. Which wouldn't really be bad, because here's the thing. If I don't make call-backs, that's all fine and dandy, I'll just concentrate on my Spitfire audition and do that. If I DO get called back, then I have to go tomorrow from 3-5 and then my Spitfire audition at 7. If I do well on Spitfire auditions AND Vocal Union call-backs, then I would much rather do that, because if I stayed in Vocal Union, it completely conflicts with all of the theatre plans I had, and I would much rather be involved in theatre than this choir. So we'll see how it goes.

I'm actually going to go because I am quite hungry, but I love you all and I'll try to post more often so you know what's going on in my life. Love to all! Shalom