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I would first like to say that I am so glad to not be starting school today. So glad. At the beginning of this whole Going to College business, I accidentally applied for Summer term. Yes. But then after a long chain of various events, I have wound up defering my enrollment until Fall. Thank Heavens. This is of course partially/ completely due to surgery, but at least right now, surgery seems a

The first thing that I have to say today is that I am so glad I’m not starting school today. So glad. The first thing that happened was that i accidentally signed up

As I try to contain my excitement at the prospect of leaving my (dear) Timpview High School, I am reminded that there are some things I’m really gonna miss. I am also reminded that there’s some stuff that I’m definitely not gonna miss. So here are just a few things I’m leaving behind.

Each day when I wake up and I start to dress
I think of my schedule and I start to stress.
From workouts to testing to homework galore,
Each is so draining and class is a bore.
I’m not hardly sleeping, I’m tired and sick
So I’m always exhausted and my running’s not quick.
It’s time for APs and finals– I really hate tests.
Plus concerts and track meets. I am so stressed!
Graduation is coming, the end is in sight.
But I won’t ever get there if I don’t sleep at night.
All motivation has near ceased to exist,
But of all things still to do there’s quite a long list.
And off the side, A brain operation?
Just thinking of that takes all concentration.
In the back of my mind are things I must leave:
All friends and family until Christmas Eve. (not really)
I have to leave Provo and all that I know–
The Creamery, Rock Canyon, great runs, and the snow.
Life is still splendid, I’m so very blessed.
But despite all my bessings, I’m still very stressed.

This is honestly the worst part of this terminal illness I’ve been diagnosed with. I have no motivation to do my homework, go to class, do well in track, or even get up in the morning. It may sound like I have depression, but this is much worse than that. (That may be offensive. I don’t mean it to be.) A good remedy seems to be an extended stay in Hawaii. But for now, I delight in continuing my demotivation through this my favorite website: despair.com.

Here’s a little spanish lesson. If you want to say “I’m tired”, then you say “Estoy cansada”. If you want to say “I am an innately tired person” you say “Soy cansada”. I am an innately tired person. My dear mother has been telling me literally all of my life to go to bed early. Did I listen? Of course not. Did I obey? Heck no. Did I ever get enough sleep? No ma’am. I fear this lifestyle I’ve developed over the years has finally come back to gobble me up and throw me into the Pit of Despair. I can hardly try to escape. If I were to give one piece of advice to kids going to school, it would be my mom’s constitution: SLEEP! Sleep as if your life depended on it. Because guess what? It does! And not only does it keep you alive, it improves your immune system, allows for chemicals such as dopamine and seratonin to more easily enter the pituitary gland, thus enabling you to think clearer, run faster, be happier, be more sensitive to the spirit, have more effective scripture study, avoid seizures (I’m not kidding), and so much more. Sleep deprivation has been a form of torture for centuries. And what do you know? I’ve been torturing my self all this time just as victims of the Holocaust were. Of my very own will and choice. Luckily enough for me, I’m heading off to a very relaxing atmosphere were none of my classes start before 9:40. Why I took Early Morning seminary I’ll never know. But I just really don’t recommend running on 5-6 hours of sleep for 4 years. Rest is good for the blood. (That’s from the Halloween Bugs Bunny.)

I have to stay up all night, so I may as well write a little bit. Me and my dad just went to Avatar, and I was amazed. Both art and story were incredible. I find it interesting that the number one grossing movie of all time, Titanic, has now been surpassed by this very film. And surprisingly enough, both were written by James Cameron. I’ve decided that he must be loaded and a creative genius. Both beneficial things. I imagine all of my thoughts on this fine film are exceedingly obvious, but I’m going to write them anyway, for my sake.

I thought Avatar was an excellent social commentary on the United States in Iraq, as the other world is depicted as a paradise, and is bombarded by humans solely for money. This sounded just a little bit too familiar. It seems that we are there, in a place with problems, but possibilities for happiness, interfering with what could be a solid community and country. And a bonus is there: oil. This translates to both money and power. In the case of Avatar, the other world has rock worth millions, and the humans will go to every destructive extent to obtain it. The alien world is greatly affected by the presence and assistance of one good man, Jake Sulley. Previous attempts to assimilate the “aliens” into out culture were beneficial. They learned English if nothing else. But once the other humans enter, it is absolutely no longer help, and only power-motivated violence. It seems this is the case with us as well, hopefully at a slightly lower degree. I loved the ending, when it showed the US army being escorted off the planet and onto their planes. The narrator (Jake) says, “The aliens went back to their dying home. Only a few were chosen to stay.” I thought it was beautiful to show the other side– maybe we really are the aliens. In fact, by actual definition, we are aliens in the Mid East. And maybe our country really is the dying one. Is physical destruction worse than mental, cultural, and social deterioration?

There are a few other artistic things I found intriguing. For one thing, they zoomed in on Jake’s eyes a few times during the movie. Each time, I think it depicted his increasing knowledge, as his mind (his human mind is controlling the avatar) sees and understands more and more. The final shot is of his eyes, this time the eyes of his avatar, his chosen permanent body. I loved when he said, “everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world and in here is the dream.” This was really the pivotal point in his growth. He says, “Look, at first it was just orders. And then, everything changed. Okay, I fell in love. I fell in love with the, with the forest, with the Omaticaya people, with you. With you.” Love is more powerful than anything else. It was also interesting that the way these people were able to fight and fly was by connecting their bodies to that of their “horses”, or whatever they are. There really is a physical and mental connection in everything. Faith and unity are big themes.

So pretty much, I thought Avatar was very well done. Language was bad, and there was a little bit more violence than I would have liked, but I thought it was phenomenal. On a side note, it was the most expensive movie of all time. I believe it. Anyway, this was a way long post, and I don’t blame anyone for glancing at the picture and not reading the post. This is what happens when you have to stay up all night.

We just had the annual Book of Mormon marathon, which we now call the Book of Mormon Feast. It’s always a great experience, and how could it not be? Reading the greatest book, gaining a testimony, eating incredible food, being with your dear ward family, having an all-nighter to talk about everything important… It’s my favorite activity of the year. But this year, I read it in Spanish, and it was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I felt like I was able to relate to and understand the people throughout the book, and that I got to know them all a lot better. I don’t know if it was because I was visualizing them a little bit differently because I was reading in a different language, but I had so many insights into their characters and found myself thinking about how I’d act in their situations.

There’s a part in passing when on of the chapters ends “And as the Lord liveth, thus it is, Amen.” I would normally read this as just another passing phrase, but in my book, it said “Vive el Senor.” I felt excitement and joy as I read this powerfully triumphant statement: The Savior lives! I can just imagine angels singing and trumpets sounding as Christ comes again and we all shout and rejoice and joyfully proclaim that we know that Christ lives. But as I felt as I read that verse, I don’t need to seem Him or hear anyone else say this for me to know that He lives. It’s not possible to feel the spirit that strongly witness to me that the Savior lives for me to need any further evidence. I know that He lives.

He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my savior, still the same;
What joy this blest assurance gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!

Okay. The seven dwarfs refers to other awesome olympians who are awesome, but can’t compare to Shaun White in coolness. I’d first just like to say that I think Shaun White is as cool as they come. He’s a totally intense, ultra-skilled snowboarder, and that automatically makes him cool. But on top of that, he has sweet hair. And on top of that, he is extremely classy whenever they interview him. I’d say that he and Michael Phelps compare decently in athletic ability, even though the latter is more decorated. I dunno. But when it comes to class, Michael Phelps has virtually none (even when showed him at the olympics this year, he was texting the first time, and chomping on gum the second time) and Shaun White is overflowing with it. I love it whenever they interview him, because he speaks so well and says such good stuff. I’m not gonna write any direct quotes because I’m too lazy to search right now. But I can just admonish the 2 of you that read this to watch him and his interviews if you haven’t yet.