Just the Few Things On My Mind.

You'd think I'd be use to this by now, but no. I have all these butterflies in my stomach and I'm not technically leaving for another day and a half. And I'm not even sure which part I'm stressing out about exactly. Is it the long wait at the airport, the meeting of roommates, not even knowing how much my financial aid is yet, leaving home, not wanting to say goodbye, picking up my school books, buying groceries, weather or not I'll have enough money for groceries, weather or not I'm going to have to take out my earnings to go through security, the anticipation of having to wake up at three in the morning every day, missing ALL my classes on the first day, packing, unpacking, what the heck I'm going to eat for dinner the first day, weather I should wear flip-flops or tennis shoes to go through security (still haven't quite figured that one out), checking in for my housing, how cold it's going to be when I finally get there, how cold it's going to be will be when I wake up at three in the morning, weather or not I'll get a calling, ...anyway. The list goes on.

..I guess that's basically all that's on my mind right now. Oh no wait. I did get my ears pierced on Friday. I went to the mall with one of my friends and got them pierced there at Claire's. I didn't cry, but I did shut my eyes and squeezed the life out of my friend's hand, but you know. It's all good. I'm just waiting for the day when I can wear dangly earrings instead of just posts. But that won't be for like... Ever. Maybe for my next birthday... Anyways. Wish me luck!

Matched.

This one is right up there with Hunger Games, The Giver, Uglies, and any other awesome dystopian book. In short, I LOVED IT!

In the society, the officials decide. Who you love. Where you work. When you die. Cassia has always trusted their choices. It's hardly any price to pay for a long life, the perfect job, the ideal mate. So when her best friend appears on the Matching screen, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he is the one...until she sees another face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black. Now Cassia is faced with impossible choices: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she's known and a path no one else has ever dared follow -between perfection and passion. Dun, Dun, DUUUUUNNN!!!

The book is written by Ally Condie. She's a member of the church and lives just outside of Salt Lake City. The book is the first in a trilogy and I am OOBER excited for the rest! The next comes out in November. Anyways. This book is WAY awesome and I recommend it to everyone!

My favorite...

I like to look for rainbows whenever there is rain
And ponder on the beauty of an earth made clean again.

I want my life to be as clean as earth right after rain.
I want to be the best I can and live with God again.

I know when I am baptized my wrongs are washed away,
And I can be forgiven and improve myself each day.

I want my life to be as clean as earth right after rain.
I want to be the best I can and live with God again.

Stocking Frenzy.

It is a December tradition that I have where after I receive an email with a list of all my future roommates I go on a stocking frenzy. And I don't mean anything to do with Christmas. I mean I find them on facebook. I read and practically MEMORIZE everything I can about them. I look at all 426 pictures that they have of themselves and read their walls and comments until I feel like I already KNOW them... I know it might sound creepy, but, hey, it's tradition.

Anyway, for whatever reason I am SUPER nervous for this semester! I usually room with at least someone that I have roomed with in the past, but since I scared them all away last semester, I am totally out of luck. I know one of the girls, not very well, but enough that I'm not totally losing my head (even though that sounds like a silly thing to do over the matter of roommates. But hey, this is a big deal! These are girls that I'll be spending four whole months with! I mean...it could be ugly! ...Or totally not.) I recognize another one of my roommates but the familiarity stops there. And I have no clue who the other girls are.

So today at work I was expressing my total worry about the situation and my friend was helping me by telling me all of her roommate stories and there I was, sitting, GLUED to every word, hoping to find SOMETHING that could help me. ...In the end she basically said that everything will be great and her husband even added that he thought that one of my roommates will become one of my lifelong friends. ..I feel like they're probably right, but, still, I am oober worried! ...But maybe that's just part of being Julia.

Tangled.

Best. Movie. Ever. If you get the chance to see it do NOT hesitate! Tangled is one of Disney's newest film (but you probably already knew that) and it's the retelling of the story of Rapunzel (and you probably knew that too). From the very beginning I thought the movie looked good and I was totally up for going and seeing it and when I finally did (I got to go with the family I work with. And how cool is that? I mean how many people get to be paid to watch movies?) anyway I discovered that it was totally pure awesomeness! And watching it in 3D was like icing on a cake (that is if you like icing.. If you don't then it was probably more like marshmallows in your hot chocolate ..unless of course you don't like hot chocolate... in which case, I disown you. Not really. Probably.) Anyways, GREAT movie! I was laughing through the whole movie! (Well, except when I cried.) And watching it with my sister was even better!

On our way home we had to stop somewhere and my sister and I sang the ABC song to one of the kids we work with (to cheer her up and it worked by the way) and we sang eleven different versions. One version was normal, another was opera, another was sinister-villain, another was girly, and so on and so forth. Here's one of them. Or at least, what we could sing of it...

If Life Were Easy, It Wouldn't Be Hard.

Sheri Dew said that. Yeah. Seriously. And she's right.

Yay Me!

I was FINALLY able to register for my classes this morning. And I was able to get all the classes that I wanted and it was surprisingly very easy. I am signed up for an Advanced Research and Literary Analysis course (which requires a minimum of 30 pages edited and documented prose. Yuck. But whatever), an Advanced Creative Writing course (Hoo-Rah!), a Family course (with a teacher I've already taken), a Family Relations course (which happens to be in the exact same room as my Family course), and an Old Testament course (also with a teacher I've already taken). So, five classes, and they all happen to be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Which means that I get Tuesdays and Thursdays totally off. Which will be SUPER nice with all that homework I'll inevitably have and that early morning job I have lined up. I'll be working in a new building but I'll have the same boss as before. So that'll be nice.

Classes? ..Check.
Housing? ..Check.
Finances? ..Almost.
Job? ..Check.
Plan ticket? ..Check.
A way to get from Salt Lake to Rexburg? ..Not check, but working on it. Turns out the express doesn't run past ten-thirty, and that doesn't exactly work with a plane that arrives just before midnight. So, other than that I am basically stress-free! Which is really a big deal for me if you know me at all! ..I'm so happy!

I'VE HAD IT!

It's official. I am firing my immune system! I woke up sick this morning and that's the third time this month! And not just "Oh. I say! I don't feel like myself today." No! Hard core sickness. The whole nine yards. I was sick last week and the week before. (Ever thrown up in the bushes on your way home from work in the dark? Yeah. Not fun!) (Ever woken up in the middle of the night because... Well. Never mind. I won't go there..) And this is the second time I've had to call in for work. And I HATE calling in sick! I love my job too much and I kind of need the income. I leave for school in two months! Anyways, I'm getting tired of lying around watching movies all day. I'd much rather watch my nine kids. I miss them...

Speak Now.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I've begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn't speak up. When we didn't say 'I love you.' When we should've said 'I'm sorry.' When we didn't stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use your words for good because the only words you'll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you used to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it wil come out all wrong and you'll stutter and you'll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself form saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in fa letter you'll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think hyou deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying "i couldn't, but it's too late now.'

There is a time for silence. There is a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you'll know it.

I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now.

Love, Taylor

Victor Hugo + Sunbeams = Not so Good.

The lesson for Sunbeams today was on Honestly and for story time I tried telling a super watered down version of the story Les Misérables following Jean Valjean. Anyway, I talked about how he stole a loaf of bread and was put into prison for ten years (I really don't know how long he was there, it was just something easy for the kids to understand. You know, having ten fingers and all that.) I told about how he escaped and went into disguise (And then of course I had to explain what disguise meant and all that) I said that a while later the police found another man who looked just like him and were going to throw him into prison instead. ..And that's when I lost them. I could see their eyes just sort of glaze over as I tried to explain. It was kind of funny. And then at that point I decided to just bag the whole story and end it really fast. So I asked the kids, what should Jean Valjean do? (except I think I used a different name..) And one of my four year old's (in the cutest little voice) said, "He should do the right thing." So I told about how he went to the police and told them that he was the real "bad guy" and that the other man didn't do anything wrong and so the policemen were going to have to put him back in prison. When I said that the kids all started getting very anxious. They didn't like the idea of the main guy going back to prision for doing the right thing. (He was honest after all) So I said that the policemen decided to let him go, and he got food, and he was all better. The end!