Whenever I have an event, be it the first day of school, or a wedding reception, I imagine exactly what I'll be wearing for that occasion. And generally, these ideas are almost impossible to explain to other people. Although with Nancy, I can almost always describe it perfectly.
But, the majority of the population does not speak my confusing language. So I draw pictures of what I imagine myself wearing. Granted, the women wearing the clothes are willowy and skinny, nothing at all like my actual true-to-life body. But it's what I see in my mind's eye.
This particular picture is what I envision myself wearing on New Years Eve when I have a small, classy party with Nancy and various other friends. I want to find a black vintage dress to wear with my sparkly silver tights, black bow-toed shoes, and a glittery pink party hat that I'll be making shortly.
I convinced them to do awkward family Christmas pictures with Diana and I, and it was delightful. As you can see from the above photos, we are a goofy bunch of friends. Half these pictures are beyond ridiculous, and half of them are probably not very flattering. But, all of them are so completely our relationship. The guys invited Diana and I over for breakfast one morning when we had all just moved in, at the beginning of the semester. And ever since them, we've just gotten closer and closer. I have no problem just walking in at any given time, and I've been dubbed "the seventh roommate". Unfortunately, Matt, the actual sixth roommate, wasn't here today. He's in Texas reuniting with someone special
But anyway.
I'm sad that Diana is moving out (she's going to serve a mission for our church!), but luckily Nancy will be moving in this next semester. So I'll get to live with my best friend, and the boys will still be here until they graduate. Oh gosh. Now that's a depressing thought...
I'll be updating this post as soon as all the boys send me their Christmas Newsletter Contributions.
And on that note, Merry Christmas! Take pictures with someone you love :)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was a fatal optimist.
She frolicked through life, hoping that someone would live up to her expectations, and hoping that someone would fulfill her wildest dreams
{These particular-and peculiar-dreams may or may not have involved Jimmy Stewart lassoing the moon for her}
This girl went along her merry way, letting her hopes and dreams build up to an excruciatingly painful height-a height that would be devastatingly awful to fall from. But did she ever stop hoping? Of course not. Then there'd be no fable.
So she met some interesting people, who she believed would each fulfill her dreams. But did they? Naturally, they did not. This may have caused brief moments of doubt in her heart, although nothing could really have stopped her from believing that everyone was good, and wonderful, and wanted to make her happy.
One time, she met a sweet boy, who loved her very much. She wondered whether she should let herself love him. But luckily, someone told her "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!"
And it was. And then he had to leave.
Which should have changed her. But it didn't.
Then she met someone else, who didn't love her as much, and he maybe didn't want to be there. But she liked him well enough, and even though his tendencies would've been worrying to anyone else, she wasn't like those other people. She heard in a movie "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!" So she listened to the movie. And he hurt her the tiniest bit. But then she was okay again. She has a pretty fast bounce back rate.
And then she met a lovely gentleman, not unlike the wonderful Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty. He seemed like a pretty nice guy.
{Although, let's be honest, he's not Jimmy Stewart. But then again, who is?}
The girl held him in high regard. But he wasn't necessarily reciprocating the feelings that she was sending out. And everyone around her was telling her not to hope, and not to be an optimist, and not to make believe that movies can come true. So she stopped. And she decided it didn't matter.
{But it did}
During a period of reflection, she remembered the words "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!". So then, she decided...
You know how there are those people who blog, and you feel like they don't really exist, even though they obviously do, it's just you know you'll never run into them in real life unless it's on purpose? Well Noah from Systematic Departure from Normalicy is one of those people. In my mind, he's one of those amazingly cool bloggers who I could never have the pleasure of running into on campus. Which until today was one hundred percent true. But, on today, a day that I was determined would be awful, he just so happened to stop me on campus on my way to the testing center, and he took my picture for his blog! I was shocked and delighted :)
I hate confrontation. I hate being angry at people. And I hate fighting. But most of all I hate that all of those things make me cry. Big fatty gross tears. All over Kelly's bedspread. Oops.
I also don't like complaining about people. No matter how upset someone makes me, if I love them, I don't complain about them. I can be crying my eyes out, thinking horrible thoughts, but when someone else tries to call them something bad, I leap to their rescue. It hurts my heart to hear people saying mean things about the people that I love. Even if they deserve it. And especially if they don't.
And someone that I care about upset me tonight. But I can't tell anyone, I can't get angry and tell everyone how mad I am. Because I can't stand the idea of them being upset with that person too. And I know I was kind of a jerk too, so that makes it worse.
I gave my friend the Book of Mormon today, and I was terribly nervous, and I wanted to run in the other direction, but I just sucked it up, and I gave him the book!
It went tremendously wonderful :)
He responded well, saying thank you, hugging me, telling me that he wanted to read it tonight! I'm so happy right now :)
Guys, this guy is a wonderful person-he's the perfect guy to join the church, and I'm not getting my hopes up, but who knows what could happen, right?
Outfit Details
Dress-Nancy's
Tights-Michaela's
Boots-Alloy
Tanktop-Forever 21
Day two of the fashion challenge, and I'm already repeating! I'm wearing the black dress again hahaha
So pray for my friend, the one reading the Book of Mormon, and pray that I know the right thing to say!
Love, Sarai
PS-ha it was super-windy in these pictures! Cold, but delightful!!!
Hmmmm today was a wonderful Sunday! I had all delightful lessons, I only got laughed at once or twice, my new Sunday School teacher is amazing, and my family had a superbowl sunday COMMERCIAL party! ;)
Also today was the first day of Nancy and I's fashion challenge:
We each go through and pick 20 things we don't wear very often, and switch until the end of the month.Simple. Yet challenging. We have to wear all twenty items by the end, and we have to wear at least one every day! That's where it's a bit challenging :P
But Nancy was nice and gave me some snazzy stuff!
Like the below sweater, and the skirt that is actually a dress ;)
Also I took these outside my church building
Outfit Details:
Sweater-Nancy's Charlotte Russe
Dress (worn under)-Nancy's
Tights-Ross
Shoes-Ross
And in this picture, I fell off the rock literally a half second after taking the pictures :)
Love, Sarai
PS: I'm giving a Book of Mormon to someone tomorrow. Pray for him....and me :)
