Call me superficial, 

but I've always wanted a pair of black skinny jeans. 

So, someday when I wake up on the other side of tomorrow.....

I'll buy this outfit. 

But, waking on the other side of tomorrow....

well that's not happening anytime soon. 

It's fun to dream though. So I'll keep dreaming. 

No one wants to be alone. 

We're all craving connection. 

It is the reason blogs exist, the reason Facebook thrives, the reason the world goes round. 

If we don't have said connections (whether serious or synthetic) -- we fall, we fail....

most tragically we scramble until we can connect again. 

Humanity makes all mistakes in this scrambling. 

I just don't understand why complain about lack of connection -- and yet there are people reaching out...

but there are walls. Why build walls?

Granted, I am guilty of this too. 

Building walls to see who will tear them down.

TEAR THE WALLS DOWN

I'm sure there may be exceptions to this rule, I mean all the hermits and cat ladies in the world, 

but once, did they not connect with someone on something?

I'm not talking about love.

I'm not talking about friendship. 

I'm talking about connection in it's simplest form.....

.....I'm talking about being human, honestly caring about your neighbor. 

Yes, most connections develop into something more. 

So please, let them grow. 

Please let people in. 

And if you fall in love with them, fall hard -- because you'll fall anyways if you don't

And if you fail at being a friend, fail at it -- because friends eventually forgive 

(And you would have failed anyways). 

Please, let there be a connection. 

Please, let your walls down. 

Please, take the risk.

No one wants to be alone. 

We're all craving connection. 

For the sake of trying one of those random pass along things, 

For the sake of avoiding finishing my Sterling Scholar Portfolio, 

For the sake of having a reason so that I would post that last post, 

I said....hey, what the heck! And went for it.....

so, I followed these instructions:

And this is what happened.....

Supposedly the answer to all questions in the universe is 42. 

So I simply want to answer the comments on my last post with....42, but that seems slightly unfair. Yes?

I've been pondering a lot over these questions.....I really did think about what to say. So, tell me what you think. 

First off, yes I do know the church is true. Without a doubt, I know it is true. I don't think that I can actually pin it down to a precise moment in my life. I know I have talked about how losing a family member, there is a point  where life is so bleak and so dark that you just don't know where to turn too. That's where I turned too. There have been many moments like this....where when there is nothing left, there is a love of my Heavenly Father. I have to say my testimony started with this...that I know he knows who I am. Slowly, but surely it grew. It's still growing.  
I know who I am, I know God has a plan for me. I know from the quiet whisperings on lonely days that this is where He wants me to be, that this is His church and that He loves me unconditionally. There is a Father in Heaven who loves us each so much that once you come to the understanding or even experience a small part of his love you know that there is no way that he would not give you the opportunity to grow and the opportunity to live with him again. I will say this, that I have learned about other churches, I've been to a few. There isn't anything that is as complete and as personal. Some may say that the more you learn the less religion makes sense, but I feel quite the opposite way about it. The more you learn the more you begin to understand a small piece of the immensity of the universe and there is no way it could exist without a God. 
It's a personal thing to know. But...my advice, 

You're there in thick and thin
You hear me out when I want to talk

Lately I have found myself in a position where most days I feel like I am just left to tackle life on my own. 

I have nicknamed this place, the Wandering Place. 

On Tuesday night while driving around waiting for a friend, 

at 5:40pm I saw a scene (slightly less brilliant) but beautiful indeed. 

I wished more than anything that I had a camera,

so I made a decision I would come back on Thursday. 

My light in the darkness. 

I am so grateful that I live in such a beautiful place. 

"Emma, I have a question for you"

"Will you marry me?"

"I'm serious"

"I am though, I understand you can't marry me now, but in the future...I just, you're wonderful and we fit well together...you're perfect"

"Emma you are like wine, you just get better and better as time goes on. I love being with you and we want to see life through with you and how wonderfully you continue to become."

"I want to marry you in the future, so I'm asking you, will you marry me?"

"We can be like (insert famous couple name who I had no idea who they were here), we'll be great together and do wonderful things in our life. You haven't answered me. I know you're shocked, but Emma, it's just for the future something to look for too."

I want you to say to yourself: I am beautiful. 

Let them be - it's what makes you different. 

Let what is on the inside out. 

Let your beauty glow from the inside. 

Want to know something?

I'm imperfect too! And guess what? I love that!

So let's forget about the stereotypes or what's in fashion. 

Color Me Katie? Have you seen her blog?

Highly recommend it. 

As cool as hers?....No.

Considerably more epic and tickled pink?... Yes. 

I saw these awesome marshmallow men, 

and well you see I wanted to make them!

So...I did. 

But what is an adventure if you have to do it alone?

It's nothing. 

So my best friend agreed to come along for the ride. 

today this was my something splendid. 

Silly & Splendid

Some say, why would you do that?

I say why would I not do that! 

So thanks Best Friend for humoring my silliness. 

...and finding some laughter in this splendid day :]

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.

Biggest Pet Peave: When people walk down the halls at a ridiculously slow pace and then their friends do it with them and they block the whole entire hallway
...or in my case today, the stairs!
So...when people walk slow, I feel like I'm weebling and wobbling -- 
because I'm just waiting. 
When I think weeble and wobble I think...Penguin. 
So I proceeded to walk down the stairs like a penguin of course. 
(Logically this is the next thing that would follow, yes?)
To the random freshman, sophomores and juniors who proceeded to do it with me. Thank You. 
Thank you fellow classmates who think that walking down the stairs at 2 steps per minute is ridiculous. 
And to the random underclassman who said "I love the Seniors!"
I love you too. I love you too. 
So next time you feel super slow...walk like a penguin....
...maybe you'll find you're the leader of penguins on parade!