Friday, January 25, 2013

January 24: The Best Day

January 24, 2012:
"I'm just in love with today's date. Don't as me why." I wrote that a year ago. I don't know why, because it was a normal day. But I could just feel something. I could feel that it was my day.

January 24, 2013:
The first perfect day I've had in a long, long time. I barely remember my last perfect day.

Today was perfect.

Every once in a while a day comes around where you can do no wrong.

I could list the 568 tender mercies that happened to me today, but I don't want to. Because when I'm having a bad day, there is nothing worse than seeing someone brag about every detail of their good day. One of you might have had an awful day on January 24. I'm sorry about that. There's a day in the year for you. It'll come.

So, it sufficeth me to say that I had 568 tender mercies or more.

They all happened, and I probably only noticed half of them.

Today is the best day ever.



Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Just Call Me Kimberly The Spy/Computer Hacker

I have found my calling in life:

Espionage (with a side business in computer hacking).

Some roommates might say "Look, so-and-so left their computer open! Let's put a dumb status on their facebook!"

We at Horne53 Inc. are much more thorough.

We poke people.
We like the Amish Mafia pages.
We post embarrassing things on our ward page.
We follow Amish Mafia and Crazy Cat Ladies on Twitter (5 accounts of each).
We tweet and hashtag.
(My personal favorite) We pin 20+ pictures of these lovely animals onto Future Wedding boards:


We steal cameras and film videos to missionaries.

But we don't stop there, oh no.

We also stalk people. We'll army crawl, crouch, and somersault our way to successfully spying.

I just need a gun and some big explosions and I can be the tech-savvy side character in Mission Impossible.

If you're ever in need of a superb hacking/goodnatured joke... you know where to find me. Oh wait, no you don't. I'll come to you... when you least expect it.

*shifty eye movement*


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I wish I could be my own muse.
I wish I could be inspired by myself.

Because if you don't feel any feeling, it's hard to write about hardship.

I mean, how many times can I say "My heart feels like a rock" and keep that interesting?
Probably once.

So, my heart feels like a rock.
As of right now, I don't feel anything.
No sadness, no heartache. But no giddiness or joy either.

Except for when I read Preach My Gospel and the Book of Mormon. That's when I feel love.

But other than that...

I'm out of commission, folks.
Put me on a shelf, because the feelings just aren't there.

Isn't that terrifying?

Monday, January 7, 2013

Smile Like You Mean It

The one thing I've been good at my entire life is school.
I've never not been excited for a new semester.
The only time I've ever really not wanted to go to school is after I went to Disneyland and I decided I'd be content working there for the rest of my life.

Today, I did not want to go to school.
Today, I did not want to talk to anyone.
Today, I didn't want to make the effort.

When the one thing that's always been constant in your life suddenly isn't constant anymore, you just want to drive. Drive anywhere. Drive to Disneyland and work there until you are too old to push "Stop" and "Go" buttons in Fantasyland.

Like with so much else, I want to be happy about school now. I want to feel included and loved and funny now. I want a boy now. I want to be able to go on my mission now.

Will I ever learn to be patient? The ultimate paradox in my life is that Patience takes Patience to achieve.

But for right now, I have meatless chicken, laughter in apartment 20, being a card game champion, concert tees, and red lipstick to remind me that things are never as bad as they seem.

(For you, Mattie. :) Thanks for being a loyal follower and friend!)