Bipolar

Once Upon a Time I had a really good day.

I went to church.
I felt the spirit.
I took the sacrament.
I participated.
I got a calling.
I got set apart.
I was social and talked to people.
I went home.
I got home taught.
I waited for an hour and a half for something.
I went to break the fast.
No one was actually assigned to make food for break the fast... So I ate some cranberry orange bread.
I recruited 3 people to a secret society of culinary artists.
I talked to my mom for an hour.
My baby sister told me she was going to draw me a picture for my birthday.
I made Texas shaped waffles and ate them with nutella.
I went and watched the Prince of Egypt
I ate some jello popcorn
I found out my freshman roommate Rachel Jackson got engaged!

Then I had a sucky day.
I had a distressing solutionless frustrating phone call with my best friend.
I went on a drive up Provo Canyon with my roommate and a box of kleenex
I recalled high school hardships and memories of my best friend from high school
I took on the role of blockbuster.
I ate toast and nutella.
I waited some more.
I had my first experience at ward prayer with a shake weight and thigh master.
I got a phone call which spurred a conversation about a moral dilemma with some guy named Owen...?
I filmed a segment for the newlywed game.
I had another conversation with a different friend which was very ambiguous and made me cranky and rude.
I watched this trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj5_FhLaaQQ and decided that if my life got any crazier I probably would need to be in that movie.
I made a boy pass out when I said the words "pork chops"
I determined that it was probably time I escaped the country again.
I started blogging, because what the heck else do I do with all these emotions?
I wore my retainer.
And then my face hurt.
 Thats it.