Jingle Bells

Well, seeing how everyone else is updating their blogs regularly, I figure I might as well make one also.

Let's see... over the past two weeks, I've nearly been blown up, I've shown the newest missionary how insane a driver I am, and I'm fairly free from school at the moment. Hoorah...

I should go out and see a movie today or something. Mm... I honestly don't know what to write in this thing at the moment. My life has been very uneventful for the past week or so, what with me being on vacation and everything. All I've been doing is lounging around the house, doing menial chores here and there, and playing games when I felt like it. I guess that about does it for my home portion of my post. Meh, I'm lacking serious inspiration at the moment. What you're all witnessing is pure free-writing, one of the best tricks a writer can do to practice his style of writing. Generally, the person just keeps writing and writing for however long they feel like going on about, and then some.

So I guess we'll start with school. I didn't get all the grades I wanted this semester, and I was bit disappointed with some of my classes. If I'm ever going to go to BYU, I'm going to have to seriously over-haul a good many of my classes for the next couple of semesters, and even then I don't know what I'll do when problems arise. If it weren't for that school's high standards in grades, I'd already be there, toiling away in vacation. However, that's not the case and I'm stuck here. John, my friend, mentioned that BYU wasn't nearly as cracked up as everyone said it was, and that he wouldn't be able to stand going there for four years. I wondered if he was just saying that because he served on the BYU mission... Oh well, I'm surprised that more of my friends don't go out there. However, I'm sure they have their good reasons. But still, I was to go to BYU for a number of reasons.

My top one would be to be nearer to Miriam. Not sure why, but I still harbor some feelings for that girl. She's a real sweetheart, and I'm sure many can testify to. Also, she's the only girl around that lives to my standards. I figure that if she goes there, then there are pelnty of other girls at BYU that are just as good. Eh, I fear Mia might somehow get married while I'm on my mission, and I won't know about it until I come back. That's life, however, and there's very little I would be able to do about it. I might hold off going on my mission for half a year just to squeeze in another semester of college.

Hmm... everyone's been asking me where I want to go on my Mission. I heard it's a jinx to say where you want to go, so I've forbidden myself from ever mentioning it. Everyone of the missionairies, however, want me to go to Utah so they can all drive me around. Elder Bowns still promised that he'd come anywhere in the Western US to drive me around. I'm going to have to hold him to that deal of his. Also, Elder Taylor, Elder Flitton, Elder Moimai, and ever other Elder has promised to drive me around as well. I guess that'll be a blessing, seeing how I'll need all the rides I can get. Also on my mission, I want to build a workout routine so that I can trim up and come out of the whole ordeal fit and fine. From what I've seen, going on your mission can add a few inches on your waist for some reason. C'est la vie...

Elder Silton... I like the sound of that...

But yikes... short hair again. I had short hair from highschool, and it really didn't look all that great on me. Meh... I was dawning a missionary hair-cut before I even knew what one was. At least I can wear hair-gel!

And I curse my sleeping habits. I can't get any sleep at night for some reason. I've resorted to torturing myself with long afternoons, only to take naps that betray me. I want to be awake during the day again, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. Maybe a good walk to two around the park will do me right.

OH! That's right! I remember that I went on a walk in the park a while ago, some time around four in the morning, and I saw a shooting star in the sky! I saw it streak through the sky, and it was very beautiful. There was this long tail that disappated with the head of the falling star, and it was right near the moon too (visually). I'd almost forgotten that I'd seen it too! It had to be in the west so... yeah. A western falling star. I wonder if anyone else saw it... Also, I think I saw a UFO the previous time I went walking. I don't know whether or not it was real or a figment of my imagination, or perhaps another shooting star, but I felt like I saw something in the sky out of the corner of my eye, and then it disappeared. I was taken aback, to say the least, because it astounded me that such a thing could have occured. Anyone who really knows me knows that I love astronomy and all things related to space (it's why I love physics), and these sort of things really make me think.

Mmm... my free-writing is over, I suppose. *hugs you all* And I'd like to part with you a Christmas story I wrote recently. I hope everyone enjoys it.

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So I sat down by the warm heater, enjoying its blissful eminance as carolers' were chanting outside. Their sweet melodies, their off-key singing, and their cries of "Merry Christmas!" rang in my ears. How sweet like merry candy canes their hearts must be to go door to door, shouting joyous cheer and spreading their love to each individual that hears their tune. None complained about how cold it was, nor did they whine about people who gave little to no thanks to their melodies. Nay, these kind-hearted spirits truly brought joy to the world, if only to their own souls.

And that was enough for me.

I could hear their foot steps sinking into the white sheets, crunching and munching through soft ice. My word, they were coming my way! Dare I open the door to their voices? Would they be frightened of me? Of how I acted and appeared? I certainly hope not... Oh what fun it would be to see their radiant face though! It must be ten times as good to hear them sing face-to-face! Oh but still... No! I'd come out and listen to them! It was Christmas after all!

I quickly stood up on my feet and made tiny steps towards the entrance. My poor furniture was a mess, a reflection of my cleaning habits, but it was home to me. It was awfully dark though - hopefully, the carolers won't mind. But I finally got there; I finally made it to the door. Oh! And their singing was divine!

I had to go out there to meet them! Yes, I most certainly did, especially after all the beautiful chanting they did.

And out into the cold I went, making my way out of my dreary hole, peeking an eye out to see the young mistresses and masters sing. They all were so very tall and bright eyed, like angels from heaven! How small I felt in comparison to them. They wouldn't care about someone so unimportant as me...

And sure enough, they moved on after singing. I felt a little sad to see them go, and that none of them took the time to notice me. Oh well... it was Christmas, and they had many other homes to bring joy to. It was getting cold anyway; best just go back inside.

"Hello there."

A small voice? Where did this come from? Above? Oh look! A little girl's face, radiant with love as she looked at me. She was smiling and in awe, and I wonder why to this very day. Her cheeks were very rosy, and her eyes were as blue as the summer's sky. And she looked everso cute in that jacket of hers, reaching down to her knees with fuzzy fluff on the end. And with her mittened hands, she pulled out something from her pocket, giving it to me. My word! A small crumpet of cookie! I couldn't help but smile at this child and wiggle my nose embarassingly. But... she only smiled back and stood up to join the others, waving to me with her mittened hands.

"Merry Christmas!"

A merry Christmas indeed! I watched them fade away into the snow, disappearing only in sight as I could still hear their voices ringing in the distance. I quickly headed back into my home and scurried over to my heater, cookie in hand. With little nibbles I ate the morsel of food, fully satsified with it's homemade flavor. It's sweetness reminded me of the little girl's face, so cheery and cute.

I felt a yawn come on, and I knew it was time for bed. Perhaps Santa would come to my house this year and depart some presents. I could smile at the thought while curling up in my make-shift bed of hay, staying warm by that heater.

Oh Merry Christmas to everyone, and to all a good night.