Updates

Contrary to popular and personal belief, I appear to have a life. Here are a few things that have happened in the last few weeks which I hadn't had time to process until today.

1. (And this one you've heard about a lot...) The Shakespeare play ran its run and was absolutely magical to be involved in.

2. I turned eighteen. Yep, I'm an adult.

3. I auditioned for Anne of Green Gables at the Covey Center and didn't get in. But it's ok because now I can really throw myself into...

4. The play my friends and I are going to be putting on. ('Fraid I can't say more here.)

5. Youth Conference was a blast. My ward is amazing!

6. I got into BYU! College, here I come.
~Carrots

Worth 1,000 Words

This is what I feel like this week.

Apologies

Oh, my poor neglected blog! Reality caught up to me for a while there, but I promise at least one, probably two deliciously long posts by next weekend. Really.
Now for the second sorry. (Semi-quoting Anne, because I'm  more comfortable that way.)



So maybe I shouldn't have smashed my slate over your head in quite such a public manner...
"I'm extremely sorry I behaved so terribly.  I am wicked and ungrateful, and I deserve to be cast out forever. What I said was true," except for the part about the pictures. I know now that that isn't your fault. "Please, please forgive me. You wouldn't be so cruel as to inflict me with life-long sorrow. Forgive me."
Whew! Nice to have that out of the way. But, "Since, I had to do it, I thought I might as well do it thoroughly."

On blogging...

Well, here we are. Where anyone could have told me I would eventually wind up, but where I kept saying I wouldn't. Such is life. The truth is, I'm a writer! I have to get it out somewhere, and I suppose a blog is a good place to start. Better this than simply in my head, making me so distracted that I can't accomplish simple tasks, anyway. Yes, this does happen. You know that part in Anne of Green Gables where Anne gets so distracted by the tragic story she's making up that she leaves the sugar out of the cake? Well.  One time, I was cooking, and I started thinking about that story, and then I went off on my own tragic thought-tangent, and got so distracted I actually did leave out a key ingredient. (Note to self: cakes are picky. Follow the recipe.) And a blog is better than a journal, too, because nobody ever sees your journal, so at least for me I have little to no success keeping it current. A blog, on the other hand, you can't completely neglect or the faithful followers come after you with knives and orcs. I myself have had very violent feelings when my favorite bloggers seem to forget their blog exists. So, moral of the story. I have a blog because I admit it will be fun, and it provides a really needed outlet for my insane imagination. After all, to quote Shannon Hale, "I can't write every daydream into a novel. Not if I want to do other things, like eat, or sleep, or breathe."