Thanks Day Five

Sometimes, like today, I'm grateful I'm a girl and can melt and sigh over stupid things like chick flicks. Megan and I were feeling girly, so we put on the best chick flick ever: While You Were Sleeping. Jack Callahan is pretty much the cutest romantic lead ever. I love him. And I love that I'm allowed to sit and imagine what it would be like to have my life turn out perfectly like it does in the movies (though it gets me into trouble sometimes). Having a girl brain can be really annoying, but I think I'd rather be a girl than a guy. This is kind of random, I know, but today I am truly grateful to be a girl.

Thanks Day Four

Today I'm thankful that I have good roommates. Having good roommates is one of the best things in the world. Having bad roommates can be the most miserable experience ever, so I'm definitely grateful that even though I didn't know any of my roommates before I moved in, they turned out to be great girls. Thanks for being awesome!

Thanks Day Three

I'm thankful that I'm passionate about things. I'm thankful that I really get into things, like bands and actors and TV shows. It means that I care about things (though admittedly sometimes too much), and without caring about things like that life would be boring. Caring about things drives me to action, so I do things that I love with people I love, which makes for great experiences and awesome memories.

Here are a few things I'm passionate about:

 

 

Thanks Day Two

Today I am grateful for music. I think music is the essence of life. I would not survive without music, and I think I mean that literally. Music expresses any emotion better than I can express it through words, and that's saying something, seeing as how I love words too. I'm thankful that music has always been a part of my life and that my parents encouraged us to listen to good music and develop musical talents. I'm thankful that I can use music to express happiness and dispel anger. Music is my therapy.

Giving Thanks: Day One

Megan gave me the awesome idea to post one thing I'm grateful for every day this month. Seeing as how I've been anything but thankful the last month, I thought this would be a good way to break myself out of my moodiness and remind me of all the good things in life.

Today I am grateful for answered prayers. I was fasting and praying today, and my answer came in the form of President Uchtdorf's CES fireside talk tonight. I am completely convinced that the talk was written just for me. I know that it can apply to just about every young single adult in the Church, but it was exactly what I needed to hear. I mean exactly. God is good, and He loves me. And thank heavens for that.

Ah, the Joys of Cyber Stalking

So, a couple weeks ago, I joined Twitter. Yes, Twitter. Why? So I could follow Sherwood. (What else would it be?) They post a lot of pictures and videos and just kind of let their fans know where they are and what's going on, which is kind of cool.

I planned on just checking their updates and all that jazz. Then I discovered that you can tweet at people. So tweeted at them to let them know that I absolutely loved their new album. No big deal. Then I looked at their page and realized that they actually tweeted back at people. Well, that's pretty exciting. So I tweeted at them again telling them that I'd be at their Utah shows. And they tweeted back! Oh my gosh! So I tweeted a few more times, in the hopes that they would tweet back. Then I discovered the band members' individual pages, and I obviously had to follow them.

And that's when I realized that Twitter made me feel like a stalker.

All Twitter is is a way for normal, everday people to feel like they have some connection to their favorite celebrities. Nobody cares about what their real-life friends are doing . . . that's what Facebook's for, after all. I always thought Twitter was stupid. And then I got caught up in its stupidity. Because, you know, I need to know that Nate Henry can't sleep on their tour bus. I need to know that the band is chilling in New Orleans. Even though I couldn't have cared less three weeks ago.

So I'm done tweeting for a little while. I don't like feeling like a crazy psycho stalker fan. Especially because my worst fear is that I'll talk to the band after their show and they'll say, "Hey, you're the girl who tweets at us all the time and follows all of us." That would be a little embarrassing.

Gasp! Dad's Playing a Video Game!

A couple of weeks ago, I went home for the weekend, and my sister and I were finally able to get my dad to play some Beatles Rock Band. We knew he'd enjoy it (it is the Beatles, after all), but Dad just doesn't play video games. Ever.

But we finally prevailed, and got him to play the drums! He plays drums in real life, so he wasn't sure what difficulty to start on. He played the first song on medium, and said that he didn't like it. It was hard because it was nothing like what the drums actually sounded like, so it messed him up. So we told him that the higher the difficulty, the more it sounded like the real drums. So on the next song, he bumped it up to expert. And got 92%. It was the second song he had ever played. Yeah, my dad's cool like that.

I even got Mom to take some pictures so we would have evidence that Dad played a video game.

Benny can bust out some awesome vocals.

 

Dad is all rock and roll. 

 

If only I could play the real guitar that well . . .

 

Pretty much . . . I love this game.