“Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different...different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”


Lowell C. Bennion

Jun 21, 2011

Impatiently waiting for pointless things

Gracious, I'm so very impatient. With lots of things.
If I had a dollar for everyone of my pet peeves, or "impatient waitings"
I'd be filthy rich.

One of them is letters.
It's been over a month, and I still haven't received a reply from a dear friend.
Stressful? Don't even get me started.
It's very unsatisfying to get the mail everyday only to find letters not addressed to you.
But I guess that means he's doing better things. Things that matter MUCH more.

My job to start. I have a feeling it's going to be the greatest,
but it doesn't start for another week.
For those of you who love frozen yogurt,
I will be working at your heaven on earth.
Menchies opens in about a week in Orem. Please come visit me.

Also, AP German test results. I have a feeling that I failed,
but I guess I won't know for a month or so.
Let's pray it will be a high enough score so I can take the advanced class in college.
Ahhh. Stress!

A long due apology that should be given to me.
It probably wont happen, and I shouldn't keep hoping. But I do. Because I'm a fool.

But these things are out of my control. So it's a good thing I have friends to keep me entertained. Like this.





We are older than our maturity level. Don't judge.
This is why we've been friends since the womb.
Just ask our mothers.

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