smile...

Smile though your heart is aching;

Smile even though it's breaking.

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by.

If you smile through your fear and sorrow,

Smile and maybe tomorrow,

You'll see the sun come shining through for you.

Light up your face with gladness,

Hide every trace of sadness.

Although a tear may be ever so near,

That's the time you must keep on trying,

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile,

If you just smile.

That's the time you must keep on trying,

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile.

lucky girl

I had a bad day yesterday and, naturally, Boyfriend got to hear all about it. He came over last night and we talked and he (being the amazing person he is) made me feel a lot better. Then I get home from work today and find these waiting for me! Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

I am one lucky girl.

:)

Sick Day

I am sick today. No- I'm not faking. I have a million things to do but instead my body decided to hold a fiesta in my throat. Thanks a lot... now I remember why I hate parties.

So in lieu of doing those million important things, I am going to do the million other things I need to do that are, for the majority, completely superfluous i.e. this blog post.

I moved back to Provo in August and started school again. It has been.... an adventure. School is a lot harder when you've already been out of it and gotten used to doing whatever you want whenever you want. Now I have to do things when other people want them done. I hate that.

We will use numbers to illustrate my time in Provo:

6- Roommates. They are all amazing girls and I'm so happy to live with them. We have a lot of fun.
12- Credit hours. Too much? Usually not, but when considering the next number, WAY too much.
36- Hours I work per week. Ridiculous. How am I still alive?
3- Members of the Relief Society Presidency. Of which I am one. Amazing! I'm so grateful for my calling- I absolutely love it.
0- Amount of free time. At least that's what it feels like.
5-6- Number of hours I sleep a night. Enough? No. But enough to survive on.
1- Boyfriend. He's pretty amazing. I lucked out on that one.
4- Nerf guns. These are sketchy parts- one can't go around unprotected.
Eleventy Billion- Bruises. No joke. I have no idea why I have so many bruises all the time. I'm guessing it's a combination of Nerf Wars, a slightly abusive roommate, practicing self-defense moves, general clumsiness, and Boyfriend hitting me in the arm with a baseball. Rude.

In short, I'm having a ridiculous amount of fun.