Farewell;

Wherever you're going
I wanna go
Wherever you're heading
Can you let me know
I don't mind catching up
I'm on my way
Just can't take the thought of you miles away

And I know you’re going somewhere to make a better life
I hope that you find it on the first try
And even though it kills me
That you have to go
I know it'll be sadder
If you never hit the road
So farewell!

Somebody is gonna miss you
Farewell
Somebody is gonna wish that you were here
That somebody is me

I will write to tell you what's going onBut you won't miss nothing but the same old song
If you don't mind catching up
I'll spend the day telling you stories about a land far away
But I know

And I know you’re going somewhere to make a better lifeI hope that you find it on the first try

And even though it kills me
That you have to go
I know it'll be sadder
If you never hit the road
So farewell!

Somebody is gonna miss you
FarewellSomebody is gonna wish that you were here
FarewellSomebody is gonna miss you
FarewellSomebody is gonna wish that you were hereThat somebody is me

And I'm gon' try to hold it all in
Try to hold back my tears
So it don't make you stay here
I'mma try to be a big girl now
Cause I don't wanna be the reason you don't leave
Farewell
Somebody is gonna miss you
FarewellSomebody is gonna wish that you were here
Farewell
Somebody is gonna miss you
Farewell
Somebody is gonna wish that you were here
That somebody is me

Well Bloggers, it is Valentine's Day. Gag me. I've never really liked this holiday too much. I will admit that it is a good excuse to be able to go out to dinner and a movie with your loved one, but shouldn't you show people that you love them every day? It's a cute holiday but it sucks when you have no one to share it with ha. It has been a while since I have heard from my best friend (Like four weeks) and he told me that he sent my letter last Wednesday so I was totally expecting it to be in my mailbox Monday morning but no... a letter with my name on it was no where to be found. After being a little bummed out for a minute I came up with the conclusion that maybe he just sent it out late and it would definitely be here by Tuesday (today) and I thought perfect, what better day than Valentine's day to get a letter. While staring out my window this morning watching for the mailman, he finally pulled up. I got super excited and even a little nervous (lame I know, but it's been a while). I tried not to get my hopes up but I literally sprinted to the mailbox (I'm sure by now the mailman thinks I am a complete loser by running to the mailbox everyday but whate'er) I opened up the little box and...... NOTHING!!! ugh.. it was such a downer. After thinking about all of the possibilities again, I got thinking that maybe he wrote the wrong apartment number, like the one that I lived in last semester and boys live in there now and what boy in college checks their mail everyday? So it could still be sitting in the mailbox. Seems like a legit possibility right? I am highly considering knocking on their door, asking for their mail key and checking the mail myself. I know to most people this whole situation probably sounds super ridiculous but when you have a missionary, every letter feels like Christmas, especially if you haven't heard from them in four weeks. So because of that experience today I guess I have become even a little bit more bitter toward this holiday and to make matters worse.. while walking back to my apartment after checking the mail I decided that I wanted an Avocado sandwich (they make everything better) so I got out my Avocado, cut it up, and got the bread. When I went to slice my grandmother's delicious homemade bread I realized that it was moldy so I had to resort to having a salad. That was not a good moment for me. But life goes on. Sorry for all of the complaining. On the bright side I am going to see The Vow tonight with my roommates. I can't wait. Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I love you all. Have fun tonight(:

The other day I got thinking and decided that I have been really lame. I go to school, work, then come home and veg. I don't get out and meet new people, let alone talk to new people...so I told myself that I was going to be more social and.. it worked! In my humanities class the other day we had to get into groups and do a project. I thought great, perfect time to meet new people. Well, there were five people in my group, two of them were old and married, one was Jhena, my roommate, and other than me, the last one was this decently attractive, super nice young man. I built up enough courage to ask where he was from and we exchanged answers. Come to find out he knows some of my friends from Lehi, small world. Anywho.. the conversation led to church and missionaries and it so happened to be that he got his call that very day. He then randomly invited me to come to his house that evening to watch him open his call. I thought it was a little strange but what the heck. I decided that I should go to finally get out of the house and continue to meet new people. While at his house I found some other mutual friends and made new friendships. after leaving his house there was a pool party at my apartment complex (yes a pool party in the middle of February, you should be jealous.) I had to keep up the trend of meeting new people so I went and sure enough.. made some new friends. My new friends and I ended up swimming, baking cookies, playing call of duty, watching movies, having glow in the dark battles, and having nice heartfelt conversations. Tonight will be round three of getting out of my apartment and spending time with these newly found friends. Life is great(: