End of semester wrap-up 4.0.

I can't even believe its that time again. It's nuts. Absolutely, nuts. This semester has gone by so fast that I don't even know what my grades are going to be like. I can't really begin to describe this semester.

This was one of the biggest ones of my life. Winter break I made one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. It almost crushed me. Still recovering some days, but for the most part I'm good. I don't really know what the Lord has planned for me in the coming months and years. I try not to think about it and just make short term goals and try to achieve them.

I'm a senior, says BYU. Well. I have two years left. I'm sure something is down the pipeline in those two years. I'm excited for the summer. I have some plans finally. Trying to get my portfolio to look the way I want it to is the biggest one. I'm doing ok with it. It just needs more and more refinement.

I had a goal to read the Hunger Games. Basically, because I can't wait for the next movie to know what happens. That would suck. Its going to be like 4 year minimum.

A big thing that has hit me this semester is that I have a lot to learn. It's as if God is telling me He's in control and that the knowledge I have is nothing, compare to the infinite wisdom He has. I have recognized my complete dependence on Him and also the Atonement of Christ.

I brushed shoulders with Heaven this semester. I feel like, anyway. There have been times when I feel like I can say the Spirit has been strong enough that, I feel like, not much is stopping the Heavens from just opening. Haha...of course I don't know that for sure...but I surely think it.

Suddenly, I want a twix peanut butter candy bar.

Really, there are just some things I feel very strongly about learning. The gospel in my family is huge. I just want to understand the exact importance of having the Gospel in the home. While I think I know it sometimes, I don't always have a grasp on it.

General Conference has been sick. It's kinda been the fuel that sends me into the summer.

This semester, and I guess every semester, has had its own set of challenges. Some pretty trivial. Some more trivial. Some not very trivial at all. Funny. It's the trivial ones that bother me the most. Wonder why that is. I've sort of adapted the writing style of the Hunger Games. Just putting my thoughts down in present tense and not really worrying about syntax.

I need to keep praying for charity. Dang. Sometimes I want to just go nuts on people. Absolutely nuts. And can you blame me? I feel like some people deserve it. But then I think, let him who is without sin cast the first stone.......then I think...that story isn't in the orignal gospels, thanks to my new testament class my first semester.

So it's the same story. I can feel graduation upon me. Like. Literally, I already know that I'm about to graduate and make real money.

I dunno what else I'm thinking. My mind is pretty confused. Everyone talks about enduring to the end. I guess this is what my life has become. A big long thought on endurance, which is cool.

"Get busy living, or get busy dying." - Shaw Shank Redemption. Thats dang right...<---adapted quote from Shaw Shank Redemption, because I don't swear. I've learned to at least enjoy life a little this semester. If thats what I pull away, then cool I guess. But also not cool. I learned that lesson too late. Maybe not, I guess...I guess I don't know that for sure.

I would love to help people understand what matters most. Like ice-cream cake in my freezer. I would also enjoy hanging out with a certain girl...who is being a terd ferguson about it. Straight up. Like...dang. But I feel like I'm in prison because there is nothing I can do about it. haha I can't believe sometimes how rough things are here in a place where I thought everything would be so easy. It's harder than my mission. It's harder than anything else. But I just keep going, even though the urge to punch the wall comes up every once and a while.

I'm too chicken to punch a wall. I've seen how they are made...and with my luck I'd hit a stud. And, since no one carries a stud finder, no wall punching for me. Not to mention the amount of money I'd get charged by the complex.

Ah whats this? Pizza with Bacon? Joy...thanks roommate who I won't name in this blog.

We might end up going to the Grand Canyon this summer. San Fran is probably out, sky diving is probably in for $100 bucks in St. George, but San Fran is more than likely out because I like money. And I like having enough to pay my rent. Shelter is pretty neat as well. Shields me from the elements....etc.... running water is cool too. Just making sure my essentials are met and not spent on a trip to the bay city...though...it would be tight. Also...whats the point of going somewhere when you dont have any girls to go with?.......there is none. I would also like to own a bike.

So yeah. I'm in living in the 105 another year. May be the last one. We don't know. I can't imgaine BYU without my boys. Fubu is a Tubu. But I don't care. Maybe it will return to its old glory soon.

Man...Two years down. Don't know what else to say really.

Mom is almost done with chemo. She's fine. Dad and her are like inseperable. Bout time. Us boys needed to get out of the house so they could finally get all the quality time they deserve. Other than that.........just doing my thing. Trying to have fun doing it. My tenure at the Temple is up....I'll miss those guys...especially Stoney and Bro Evans...not the leader guy....the other one.

Summer 2012....the last one before the end of the world. Didn't they disprove that? Like it should've happened six months ago because the Mayans didn't account for the leap year we threw in a long time ago? haha....so much for that. Irony.

Also...the hunger games series is dang sweet. Get on it if you haven't. Hollar.