Sunday Afternoon I love Sundays... I woke up and was a lil ornery. Mutti complained about me so I made her dress me and she put me in a blue dress and black shoes and socks. Ick. Thas the good thing now about Sundays, he doesn't ever see me dressed up anymore haha. And it being 8 in the morning I don't do much 'dressing up' this is going to be a sloppy year. Then I had white shirt to clash with it all so I wore my black coat. I pulled my hair up and trudged over to the church. I wasn't really a happy positive camper at 9 in the morning. My head hurt, I didn't fast which I wanted to do but I forgot and I needed food and drink for my pills b/c I was in pain. Stupid pain. Then Mutti was there to pester me the whole day too. But after all that it was good....Sacrament with bearing testimonies and then I went to class and we have like 5 or 6 people now it was weird and the Parrys actually got out of their lil' shell and was humorous an' stuff. I don't like the whole bigger class idea but whadeva. Then in Young Womens Sis. Manning taught, I love hers and Merkleys lessons and Aubree and I particpated muchly, like the only ones the whole time. I gave forced opportunities for people to particpate in the lesson by giving Linsey my BofM to read from. I got to read the only two scriptures that were in the BofM! AFter that I had the desire to read and study and all that stuff, and since it being noon I still had that desire when I went home! It was a cool feeling to stay with me. It helped not being able to see him afterwards. I went into my cave and studied and read and I even had some divine relevation on math! I got like two pages of math done and kept cruising on all other homework. I wrote down memories in my journal and cleaned out my 'religious drawer' and organized it a lil bit more. It was awesome..peaceful, I felt the Spirit like the whole time. No anger, no sadness, no regretting, no frustration, peace, patience and quite time. It was awesome. It was weird too b/c every once in awhile I would think about the boy, like "wait where is he" or "he should be done with church now" "why hasnt he called?" "what is he doing?" and stuff like that. Just five seconds worth of thoughts. I figgered if he hasn't called by 6 or so I'd call him and at like 7:30 I decided to call him. It was actually fun talking to him, no bickering and no hating phones. He then went to his Bishops for a meeting and while he was gone I dropped off my lil' gift of heart and kisses to him and came back home. I had a headache again so I was going to go to bed when I heard a car pull up and he came in. He hugged me and wouldn't let me go. He picked me up and wouldn't let me go. Hehe...I thought I was going to kill him. He stayed until like 10 or so and went home to do more homework. That's what he was doing all Sunday. I did too, but it went by really fast with revelation! At dinner Dustin and us talked about religion and what each of us believe. It was cool. Then Mutti and Vatti did like this whole parenting thing and sat down and played with Scott together like they were doing family home evening. I stayed for a bit b/c it was like...a family. I had a lil' bro and patient, teaching parents. I notice ppl have lil' spurts on being a 'good parent' like "I feel like being nice, playing with them one on one and teaching them things today". The rest of the night I was in my dark, candle-lite, cold, quiet cave and I enjoyed every minute of it! Until Vatti came down and turned on the TV full blast and the lil' boy followed him and decided to explore my room. Noise was everywhere! Aaahh! But Mutti made Chocolate Crinkles with cake mix! I've been craving them all week. mmmm Well, I was on the phone juss a sec ago with the boy when he all the sudden hung up after calling me mean and evil. Hmmm.. Sometimes I feel like a boy and asking "Huh? What'd I do?" I don't know if he purposely hung up or what...Makes me wonder...but thas about it. Well, the peace and quiet and having the calming Spirit there was nice while it lasted. I hope every Sunday is like that. That's the nice part about having church in the morning. Doing whatever you want afterwards and being awake for it. I read somewhere that if you are depressed then you don't have the Spirit with you. I don't really believe that tho, I mean, what would help you get out of a depression? I loved that feeling I had this Sunday and it even helped renew the love with the boy too...I juss knew it wouldn't last very long. If today was a very good day then it pritti much means Monday is going to suck, besides it being monday...and I wouldn't have the peacefull feeling and being able to comprehend school and my relationship would go downhill. I wish it wouldn't be that way. I would rather have upset stomaches than being depressed. I was depression pills. I love that feeling. I'd do anything to be happy and peaceful and coorporate more with ppl. Does that have anything to do with religion?