Letters

He loves me so much.

I love how much he loves me.

Letters and emails lately have been sucky, I'll be honest.

Maybe it's not the letters and emails, maybe it's just me being crabby.

I feel crabby and angry all the time lately. Just constantly frustrated.

I thought at this point in the mission, I'd be nothing but giddy.

I'm just sick of waiting.

But back to our communication...

I feel like they've gotten emptier and emptier. Shorter and shorter.

Until the last letter I received.

I cried. A lot. When I read it.

It melted my heart.

I love that boy.

No. Man. I love that man.

Ten Percent

I plan on pulling an all-nighter tonight...I am {incredibly} behind on homework.

And by homework, I mean research.

I have three research papers due at the end of the semester. My shortest is required to be ten pages long, the longest requirement is 20. I have yet to really start research on any of them. And before you begin lecturing me, YES, I have known about them since the beginning of the semester...it's my own fault I'm behind.

But at the same time, it's not my own fault. I am blaming it on Thomas.

It sucks. It's to the point now, where we are so close, that all I can think about is his return. I cannot focus on anything for the life of me. As soon as I sit down to read, I'm lost. I end up reading the same page a dozen times because I can't retain anything - I'm not actually reading anything. I'm staring at the page, daydreaming.

So it's not that I have been procrastinating. That's definitely not the case.
I've tried to research...I've just failed at it.
So I've gotta crack down tonight.
An all-nighter is mandatory at this point.

But now, when I should be researching, I'm blogging.

I'm blogging because I can't focus anyway.

I am so consumed by him.

Man I love him.

I cannot wait until he comes home.

Oh, by the way, we're down to 10% only.

That's right. :)

Be a Donor

I don't understand why everyone isn't an organ donor.

Seriously.

Why not be a donor?

When you're dead, you don't need your organs anymore. They are obviously no use to you. Why not give them to someone who needs them? Why not save a life?

I say, take everything ya can from me, cremate the rest, than spread my ashes somewhere beautiful in nature.

I do not see any negativity in being an organ donor, so if anyone's got some great insight from the other view of the spectrum, please share. I'm curious what keeps people from donating their organs once they've died.

I wish I could donate blood too.

But nope, can't do that.

I don't weigh enough.

Quit laughing.

It's true.

Apparently you have to weigh 110 pounds.

Last I checked, I was up to 103.

I'm getting there.

I've been trying to gain weight for FOREVER. It just doesn't work. It's frustrating.

Course, I say that now, but in ten years when I've had kids and my metabolism is shot then I'll be laughing at myself for ever wishing I could gain weight.

Anywho, some day I'll be big enough to donate blood.

In the mean time, I'll just have to stick with the donor written on my diver's license.

But seriously, if you're not an organ donor, you should be.

You could save dozens of lives even after you're dead.

Consider it.

Disco Mania Night!

Yesterday we [The Prucha Staff] took a bunch of the Prucha Ladies to a nearby roller rink for a program we planned. The roller rink had an 80s theme night last night. Needless to say, it was pretty epic. Probably the funnest, most carfree night I've had in an extremely long time.

On the bus on our way to the roller rink!



The guy there loved us and let us lead the YMCA dance on the floor - We got to dress in the costumes too! It was such a hoot!

Overall it was just a simply wonderfully fun night with some simply wonderfully fun people!



Best. Quote. Ever.

I'm working on a project for my hall's event we're doing. It's a Hollywood style, VIP clubbin' kinda night for the women of Prucha Hall (the only all-female residence hall on campus). We're going all out, getting bouncers, having a red carpet, photoshoots, music, disco ball, you name it. It's gonna be incredibly epic. It's part of our "Fun Fearless Female" week in honor of Women's History Month.

So this project I'm working on - we're having a slideshow of photographs of the residents through the year playing with music, and quotes inbetween the pictures. So I've been online now looking up quotes about being a woman. I think I just found my favorite quote ever...

"No woman will ever be satisfied because no man will ever have a chocolate penis that shoots money." ~Anonymous

Made. My. Day.

Shine

I wish I could help you see how beautiful you really are.

I watch you fighting with yourself.

I see the inner battle you fight.

You are gorgeous, dear - inside and out.

I wish you would open your eyes and see what I see.

I wish you wouldn't try so hard to be what everyone else wants you to be.

If he can't see your beauty, he doesn't deserve you.

If those girls can't see how amazing of a woman you are, don't waste your time with them.

Don't ever let anyone ever make you feel less than perfect.

Don't dumb yourself down.

Don't beat yourself up.

Don't hide the true you.

Hold your chin up.

Let those gorgeous eyes sparkle.

Show the world the warmth of your smile.

You are phenomenal - show it.

Don't ever be afraid to be yourself.

Look in the mirror - you are G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S.

So get out there and {SHINE}.

The Ideas are Starting to Roll!

Okay, I'm starting to kinda get on a roll with ideas for Tom's anniversary package. I'm just stressing because five years together is monumental, so I really want my package to him to be monumental. It has to be amazing! So far, I've finished that one picture I posted before, and well now I did another:

Which is a copy of this picture:

But enough drawings, I can't do anymore. So now I've got another idea! I found this craft online where you can make a pillow out of old ties! And the best part: no sewing required! Woot! What a perfect gift for a missionary! Only problem is, I don't know that he'll be able to carry a pillow around with him...hmmm...might be hard to transport from place to place...but then again, he only has like two transfers left so...I dunno!

Otherwise, a friend of mine came up with this really great idea of coming up with a list of our inside jokes and funny memories, and doing little gifts that go along with each of them...the problem there? How do you find gifts for things like, calling his eyes boring? Or playing piano together? Do I try and find things like fake eyeballs and little pianos?? haha

Also, Scrabble is like, awesome. And kinda sorta our "thing." So I wanna make him like a giant card spelling out certain words using Scrabble tiles. Dilemma there? One, giant card - how to ship that through the mail? Two, I am not using my Scrabble to make this...must find one at a thrift store or something...

Anywho, that's about all I gots for ideas for now. Still trying to think of some more, but I think this is a good start, right?



Spring Break...and Tom.

I want to go to bed, but my head is full, and I can't sleep.

I am technically on Spring Break right now, but I'm on "duty" for Res Life, which means I don't get much a break, really. I'm pretty much on lockdown mode. Well, not entirely...I mean, I can roam around campus all day, I'm only on lockdown in my building after 6pm.

But holy freakin' cow is it so boring here. It's completely empty. I think there's maybe two residents left in the building?? *sigh*

It's okay, even though I'm totally bored, I'm quite enjoying it...I can't remember the last time I was "bored." It's been fun being lazy. I do still get up at about 8 every morning, but that's just in my blood by this point. I've just pretty much been roaming around my apartment doing nothing. It's kinda actually great.

But I've decided: starting tomorrow I have GOT to be productive. Time to actually do homework...maybe...we'll see. That's the plan anyway.

Tom emailed today. He's doing great! He has a new-ish companion. They get along great, and Tom says he's cares deeply about the people they're teaching, and Tom really appreciates that. They just had a wonderful baptism a little while ago, and another investigator set a date to get baptized into the church on her birthday. They've been meeting and teaching lots of people, and Tom is hopeful about a lot of them. He loves the missionary work. I love him. 84 more days.

What to do?

Today marks 4 years and 11 months with the love of my life. Ya know what that means? The big FIVE YEAR anniversary is a month away!!!

Five years. Holy freakin' moly. Half a decade. How amazingly wonderful.

Although, I'll admit, I am pretty much incredibly upset we won't get to be together for it. It's just that it's such a big event. Half a stinkin' decade!!! And we're 1500 miles apart. *sigh* Ah well...we have the rest of forever, right?

Here's the dilemma I'm in when it comes to our anniversary (aside from the fact that we're on opposite sides of the country): What the heck do I get him???

It's a big deal, five years. I've got to put together the most epic anniversary package ever. EVER. I want to make him something truly special. It's harder because if he was here, I could do something for him, but nope. I have to send something. And it has to be something extraordinary. Because he's extraordinary, and he's made my life extraordinary.

So far this is all I've got:

I just finished it last night. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. It's a sketch of this picture:

But I need more. I need some other awesome ideas to make and send him...

I'll come up with something....it's just that time is creeping away, and April 14 will be here before I know it!! Hopefully I can be productive this week while on Spring Break...

When God Made You

My mom made my day, no, probably my month, yesterday.

We're driving in the car, and she starts talking about a new song she heard...but it was how she talked about it that just made me feel lighter than air:

"I found the prefect song for you and Tom to dance to at your wedding..."

Yes, this is the same mother who said she didn't want anything to do with my wedding, she wasn't even going to be going...although, I'm pretty sure it was an empty threat - she wouldn't really miss my wedding, right?

Anywho, so that was a huge warm fuzzy...but then she kept going, kept explaining the song to me, and the way she explained it just kept making me feel better and better...

"It's called, 'When God Made You' and it's this guy singing about how God must have been thinking of him when He created the woman he loves, because the woman is perfect for the man. Isn't that perfect for you and Tom? Oh, I just kept thinking "How perfect" while I was listening to it. 'Cause you two were made for each other. Oh, you gotta hear it..."

I was a pretty happy daughter...

...and girlfriend. I then successfully sat daydreaming in the car about dancing with Thomas on our wedding night...mmm...

Here's the song! Enjoy!

97

My heart is breaking tonight.

Tom and I used to play Pachelbel Canon together on piano.

I've been looking up youtube videos of Canon.

I have an exam at 8am. T-7 and a half hours.

I should be studying.

I can't.

Tom is clouding my head.

Ya know, I've been thinking. This little crush I have on that other guy?...I think we called him Jake...yeah, I think it's a good thing.

It's only making me miss Tom more.

So much more.

Ugh.

Maybe not such a good thing...it's painful.

I can't wait till he comes home.

97 days.

97.

Ooofda.

So close.

I can't wait to be with him again.

I can't wait to be done missing him.

I can't wait to throw my arms around his neck and breathe him in.

I can't wait to laugh with him.

I can't wait to tease each other.

I can't wait.

I am so in love, it's a little ridiculous.

But completely wonderful.

97 days.

97.

:]

It's gorgeous outside today.

It's 40 degrees.

Crystal blue skies.

The sun is shining.

And you can just feel spring around the corner.

It's putting me in a much better mood than I was in yesterday.

Ya know what else helps?

Having amazing friends.

I have amazing friends.