//I dress myself exactly the same way my five-year-old niece dresses herself. And I'm completely fine with it. Matching colors and patterns are too boring. My brain needs a little utter chaos in order to feel at ease.
//Yesterday was such a busy Sunday. I felt like a missionary all over again. I left my house at 7:30am and didn't get home until 6:00pm. And after teaching mission prep, speaking in sacrament, meeting with my stake president, getting set apart as a ward missionary, and attending a ward missionary meeting-- as soon as I got home I stuffed my face with as much food as I possibly could in five minutes then went into hibernation in my room for the remnant of the day. Seriously. I crashed. And didn't wake up until morning.
//So, as of yesterday, I've officially "resubmitted" to be a missionary. As for the rest of the details, (such as, how long I'll have to wait to hear back from the mission department, where I'll end up going, what's going to happen, etc.) I'm entirely in the dark. I have no answers whatsoever. BUT, I've done my part and now, it's just time to wait. (again.) Cross your fingers on my behalf because I left my heart in Korea and it's kind of important to me that I get it back.
//I should be more patient with answering people's questions. But like. I always feel the need to say, "YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ME IN FIVE YEARS, WHY DO YOU CARE!?" I can't help the agitated-female-monster that comes out when people are tryin' to get all up in my business. I mean, I'm really, really open about a lot of things. I should just carry a sign around in my purse that reads, "please refer to my blog" to hold up whenever someone asks me a question that I don't feel like answering.
//No, male, I don't want to date you. No, male, I'm not here to stay. No, male, I don't want to talk to you. I'm still in missionary mode, thank you. Therefore, in my mind, you're not even an existing factor in my life. So please, go harass another female with your flirtatious comments and incessant "wanna go on a date?" inquiries. Maybe that's a bit harsh? But like, come on, guys. I'm trying to get back out on my mission, I don't have time for you. You'd be a waste of my time right now and I'd be a waste of yours.
//My feels are all over the place. Like, holy hannah. I didn't even know that some of these emotions even existed.
//Sour gummy worms and the dollar store are my two favorite things right now. Whoop whoop.
//Hey, does anyone wanna be my pen pal?