Dancing in the rain.

I had a wonderful weekend. How could it have been otherwise?

I got up early Friday morning to go to the temple with Celery. Terrible as it sounds, I don't think I'd been since I was about 15. I grew to dislike youth temple trips, and then I just didn't think about it or I was busy or I wasn't sure what to do. Life certainly has a way of sidetracking us, doesn't it? The subject of the temple has been coming up a lot lately, so I decided it was time for me to go back. Luckily for me, I asked the perfect friend to go with me. She goes every Friday. If I hadn't been with her, I never would've found the unobtrusive little door around the side that leads straight to the baptistry. It was beautiful to step out of the world for a spell. I didn't have any life-changing moments or flashes of revelation, but I felt...cleansed. All of my worry went away, and the world seemed bright and clean and peaceful.

I'd been stressing about a Latin test the night before. I'd decided that sleep was more important than studying, and after a morning at the temple, I knew I was right. What's a Latin test compared to a day made for going barefoot and a chance to sit by my favorite fountain in a flowy skirt and watch the sunlight play on the ripples?

To top off my delicious day, ASU beat Mizzou in overtime. It was tense and exciting and I loved every minute of it. I'm so glad that they finally put Brock Osweiler in as the starting quarterback. They should've done it last year. That boy is like Robin Hood with a football. His receivers don't even have to break stride. The ball just falls into their arms like a gift from heaven.

I decided yesterday was going to be a lazy day. On towards evening, a short rain/hail storm blew in. After it wandered off again, I scampered out to play in the gutters. You're never too old to frolic. I left the front door open as I went back to my letter writing, though I later switched to the back door after I slipped and fell in the entryway trying to look at the lightning. For some reason, my first thought after my brain stopped going, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" was, "Well, that's a surefire way to take the mickey out of a person." ...Whaaa? From what fiendish depths did my mind dredge that saying up?

Of course, not even wiping out in my own living room could dull my marvelous Saturday. I got Swedenmail. Nothing can ruin a day with Swedenmail. I'm convinced it can cure anything from a broken heart to the zombie virus.

I ended Saturday by staying up way, way too late to watch Beastly, which I impulsively bought when I went to buy salsa at Safeway. Hey, I'd just wiped out in the entryway. I deserved some kind of pick-me-up. I've only seen it twice, but it's already stolen my heart, and I don't think it has any intention of giving it back. It's the emotional equivalent of the brown sugar-iest of my brown sugar songs. I almost listed the title of said song, but I'm still holding out hope that some boy will like me so much that he'll take the time to figure it out on his own. I'm not about to just prance around passing out my kryptonite willy-nilly. And before this paragraph evokes any more déjà vu, I'm just going to go ahead and direct you to my original post about Beastly. All of the sentiments expressed therein still stand, only now they've been doubled. It was unquestionably money well-spent.



Listening to: "Fearless" by Taylor Swift
Reading: Harry Potter y la cámara secreta por J. K. Rowling