moonlight.

Because sometimes I'm the most beautiful girl (in the room)

"you're so beautiful, you could be a part...time...model"

had the opportunity to work with NJ this past weekend on a photoshoot for some head shots, because oh yeah my dad is super obsessed with modeling.

haha it was actually pretty fun, but always so much makeup, like really no, that's not my face. does my face not look good normal? because it doesn't look good like that either...so why am I modeling???

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part 2: I woke up this morning to find multiple comments on a photo that I've been tagged in on FaceBook.  So I go and check to find that it is one of N***'s edited photos, that's one of the more unflattering pictures, and that my makeup looks so heavy that I should be on a Broadway stage...also, my arm looked just as big or as bigger than the size of my calf *not an exaggeration.

I took the opportunity to look through most of the pictures and SERIOUSLY she picked the absolute worst ones...and they were posted all over social media for people to judge and gawk at...

here are some of the pictures from the shoot that are most or less awesome/not embarrassing/mediocre looking :D

pulpit.

The only thing more nerve wracking than having to speak during sacrament meeting, is being late to the meeting, speaking in front of complete strangers, and having there be 600 people instead of the 30 that you expected...

Yesterday mom and I spoke at the visitors ward.  We gave the same talks that we did the previous week, which I was grateful for because 1. I spent 10 minutes preparing for yesterday and 2. Because I had already "preformed" it once, I didn't cry this time. score!

After the meeting was over people just kept coming up to us and saying thank you for our messages, and it really was so gratifying.  It was so heartwarming and this is probably a little prideful, but it showed me that hey, we actually did pretty good because complete strangers are telling us that we did good.

And that is the problem with your friends and family sometimes; the habitual obligation that you feel towards people that you care about.
Whether it's the new gawd-awful haircut, hideous prom dress, or cookies that taste like pickle juice, the criticism that you can truly count on is that of complete strangers.  They owe you nothing and will most likely feel no remorse if they are forced to critic you strongly.  Unless you have my mother, where you can 10times/10 count on her true opinion.

Also, rainy days are the best

superstitions.

they all hold validity if they:

1. prove to be right

2. or on a case by case evaluation, you want them to be right

For instance...the "he loves me he loves me not" game. I played, "he loves me", so obviously he loves me. Ta Da. 

lessons.

• never turn down a blind date.

1. it could actually work out

2. it's a good opportunity to practice your social skills

3. if it's awful there will probably be a good story or at least a new candidate for the worst date ever. 

• pray the most when you think you need it the least

• discover what kind of worker you are. if you don't preform well under pressure and don't produce a good product through procrastination, waiting to write a paper 4 hours before it's due is very stupid

• do not judge unless you're perfect, therefore, don't judge because you're not perfect 

• don't leave chocolate in the sun. DUH

• never have important conversations when you're tired, hungry, or on your period...or all three; you're just setting yourself up for a good time. 

• realize when people are being sarcastic, and when they are not. 

• don't be mean, unless they deserve it, and even then watch yourself.

• it's better to suck it up and catch your dog's vomit then to be a pansy and let it go all over your bed. it's easier to wash your hand than your bedspread. 

• get the most painful jobs done first

• you will only get lost in the shuffle if you allow yourself to. 

• always check the weather forecast. 

• the best way to deal with your secrets is to tell them to your dog. 

• daytime tv is 9 times/10 a waste of electricity unless the Harry Potter marathon is on.