Dear October

Dear October,
I think you are going to be an awesome month. I wish you would just hurry up and get here. It's going to be busy, but fun. First, I am going to a new singles ward and there are tons of activities going on. Plus, this weekend is General Conference. One of my best friends is getting married and I actually enjoy weddings. Then the next day is an overnighter thing with previously mentioned ward. The day we get back from the overnighter I am going to a Kirby Heyborne concert at my gang member's house. Then there is all the Halloween fesitivities going on. The institute dance, the ward Halloween party, then the family party. Yes, October, you might be a great month for me.
I don't know why I have been making blog posts as letters to things that cannot write me back (I just wrote one to the world) but there it is.
Also, in case you are wondering, I am actually not liking this semester very much. I have no motivation to do my homework. I dislike all but one of my classes. But it is ALMOST half way over.
Love,
Maurie

Sorry, but . . .

I don't know if it's just me, but I'm having a really hard time with all the stuff that is going on this September 11th. It is at least two high schools homecoming dance night. There's like some kind of 5K and a whole bunch of other stuff. I'm not saying the world should shut down on September 11th but to me it feels like we've forgotten. We've forgotten what happened that day. Of course it was terrible and I myself don't even like to remember it. But I still am having a hard time with all this apparent lack of remembrance.
What do you guys think?

A Funeral, a Birthday, and a Wedding

For those of you who know me, you are aware that I am a fairly silly, fun-loving soul. But every once in awhile I am struck by deep thoughts. Hard to believe, I know.
Life sometimes has weird occurrances or coincidences. For example, on Saturday September 4, 2010 there is a funeral, a birthday, and a wedding. All in one day! There are probably countless of other important things happening in other people's lives. But how often do those three things happen on the same day? Isn't it just . . . weird? Celebrating a life, a birth, and a union all in one day. Life continues forward no matter what happens. Life is one eternal round, it seems. We never know when a stranger will turn into a lover, or when a friend will die. But we keep on living, keep taking chances.
This is some advice for all of us (especially me): don't let one moment pass you by.