ADDICTION

Sometimes, I just need a change.

Most people do it the normal way.

Myself--I take it out on my hair.

I decided I no longer wanted bright red hair.

So first, it looked like this.

That's right. Orange. Why it won't go the right side up, heaven only knows.

But it currently looks like this:

So there you have it, my friends. AAAaaaaand in case you want a side by side comparison:

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I'm Not Psychic

I'm not.


I'm not sure what you would call it. Gut instinct? God telling me things through thoughts? A combination of the two? Who really knows. But I can't really explain how I know things sometimes.

One time, as I was walking, I began to talk to this boy. Finally I realized that I should probably ask his name. Moments before, images and emotions of a boy named David that I had dated my freshman year of college flooded into my heart and mind. Instinctively I knew that this must be the name of this boy. And so it was.

When I was a missionary, I could only receive letters. Often I would think about certain people--randomly--that I hadn't heard from in a while. The difference, however, was that I knew that because I was thinking about them, I would soon get a letter from them.

This past week, I kept getting thoughts that I had been free sailing for too long. Everything had been too good for too long. I've had this feeling before--it meant something bad was going to happen. My world would be shaken up. Ironically, I was even having these thoughts this morning.

So it shouldn't have been a shock to me to find out tonight that this boy I irrationally still had feelings for, whom was quite in love with another girl, was moving back to Utah to be with her. But not just back to Utah. Back to my apartment complex. But not just my apartment complex. Back in my ward. But not just back in my ward. He was moving into the apt of the guy I just had been dating...an apt which is in MY "family home evening" group. Which, wouldn't be so bad if I weren't FHE mom.

Haven't I shed enough tears over this guy? I had just gotten comfortable with everything. Not having to worry about seeing him at church, or when I went to church functions (minus when I got the shock of the year so far when I randomly saw him two Sundays ago. Not cool).

In other news, my leg is still healing from being run over by a car. The doctor said it would take 8-9 weeks to heal. Well, friend, it's been 8 and it's still bruised, still hurts, and still has some nice purple stripes and pink markings. Whatever.

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