It started at my sister's appt. Me and Lyd stayed there last night and watched Titanic til 330 AM. (Saddest movie ever) At 8 we woke up and went to a fashion show.
I was in a fashion show. What the? So not me, I enjoyed it though!
So I went home and did the dishes. Took me FOREVER. Yeah I listened to all 26 Taylor Swift songs on my ipod. :)
Then I was exhausted. I went to Lydia's ward party. Ate food. Yum.
At BJ's party (held at Macall's) I was honestly falling asleep. I was alone in a corner a lot of the night enjoying it though.
Then I shoved Joe's face into a cake. So then we got in a cake fight.
Then as I was running down the street, I lost it. I was so empty and sad. (I know, strange)
So then I was just sitting there on the corner by Days kind of, well behind it, and I reflected on the past. Stookey and Joe joined me. They made me feel better about life. We walked around, and I returned to Macall's.
At Macall's I made some easy mac. Then started to be more and more social.
I even got a record for world's longest handshake with Alex Burdge.
Then he took me home, and I remembered what I had forgotten an hour before.
Why am I here? What is my purpose? Am I significant?
Yeah, I am. The Lord loves us all. Sometimes we lose sight of that, and feel empty, alone, and unimportant.
But guess what? We're not any of those things.
Aren't we lucky?