busy busy as a bee

Anyone remember their childhood books that had little rhymes and phrases full of alliteration? Yeah. I don't remember where the busy bee came from, but I find it very appropriate for this post.

I'm newly engaged, and Kyle left on Saturday. He's going to be gone for a whole month. How am I to survive??

I'll tell you - I just do.

I have some words of wisdom for today.

Be silly - go ahead; indulge in your inner child. I impersonated Gollum today.

Be responsible, because that really is a wonderful feeling - I've spent the past couple of days catching up in the classes I've signed up for late in the term.

Be social, because that is definitely something I need to work on. I haven't been the most active member of my ward. Yes, I go to church on Sundays and partake of the Sacrament, but the point of being in this Church is the idea of fellowship. We wouldn't have to go to church for three hours if this weren't the case; we need that sense of community and friendship with our friends in the church. Number one, it's healthy. Number two, in case of emergency, there is always someone there for you.

That's my bit of philosophy/theology/whatever-y of the day.

Now for fun stuff:

CREATIVE WRITING!

Early in the evening half-past seven, I pondered the questions and matters of life and homework so deeply that I could no longer continue in my manner of thinking in the conscious state. My body shut down, and my mind continued in the magical, rich and wonderful realms of visionary things.

Dreams are funny things. Things that are improbable are made possible within these kingdoms of imagination. We might see an old friend from yester year who we greet as frequent acquaintances; the world might be turned upside down, and yet we function in our normal activities as if not a thing in the world were out of place. We might have a pet dinosaur. We might realize in our dreams the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything - except we know the answer is forty-two, so perhaps we need to be seeking the Ultimate Question in which this answer could make sense. Perhaps we dreamed up the greatest story ever told - so great, it would change the face of mankind... forever...

'Tis a pity we do not often remember them.

Such was the case when I roused from my Very Important Musings. I remembered I had dreamed something So Profound, but I could not seem to touch my mind upon the escaped thought. In that fleeting moment between dream and reality, the dream slipped through my fingers like sand in an hourglass, or a feather floating on the wind. It drifted and slipped away, and in my drowsiness, I regrettably did not trouble myself to pursue after it...

In retrospect, it is a sad thing, but who among us really cares what we dream about?

Now that, I have an answer to... but the Big Friendly Giant is a shy creature and does not like to make his presence well known.

(This is a sad combination of my attempt to be deep and thought-provoking, but I think I failed miserably, so I added a gag. That book was my favorite book when I was growing up.)