2/21/14
So I have a few things that really need to be said to accurately display my life and all of them involve crying of one form or another.
First, being sick and still having to go to school and work kinda sucks. Like I actually have to walk and talk and do homework when I feel like my head is going to impolde from pain. I got a cold one week as I was visiting my parents...
Side note: that reminds me. I applied to work for Oakcrest Girls Camp this summer. It's basically the greatest camp of all time and is one of the main pillars that built my testimony. I was visiting my parents because I had an interview which was really weird. They greeted me with hugs. All twelve of them. At the end of the interview I bore my testimony. And then they gave me a hand out like you get at Relief Society with chocolate and everything telling me that they would make their decsion of Saturday the 22nd. Tomorrow, at 5pm. I'm dying cause I really want this job. But whatevs, back to talking about my cold.
My body apparently thinks it is only okay to be sick when I'm at home so everytime I go I get sick. This time was no different. In fact I probably got my four month old nephew sick who in turn got his mother sick. That made me cry. Mostly because I don't like doing things when sick. And my nephew is adorable so when he feels bad I feel bad.
Then Valentines Day happend and I felt better. And you heard about that already. Crying from laughter.
Then I went home again because my parents needed to get the car they let me borrow inspected. And I saw my nephew who was sick. He stuck his face in my mouth, and his spit covered hand, and I kissed him a lot because it is really hard not to, and so now I am sick again. This happened today and I am not a happy camper. It's really hard to yell at kids, outside in the cold, when you have a sore throat. Crying from pain and frustartion.
Last Tuesday, the 11th, my dearest roommate Hammy got engaged to Josh, our awesome neighbor who geeks out with me constatly and we are buddies. They have been dating since September and I am super happy for them. Crying from happiness. But I am also sad and grossed out because we are freaking 19 and it seems weird that some of my friends are serving the Lord while others are picking a temple to get married in. Life is weird and I don't like it. But in other good news, this is the roommate that Kylie and I share a friendship with and so her Bachorlette party is pretty much planned already. In fact it was pretty much planned on the 12th. We are really excited. I can't give you details because Hammy might actually start reading our blog (as if! JK i love you!!) but it is going to be so epic that we have to send the chilluns that are hammy and josh's little sisters because there is going to be grown up girl time. I can't wait to see her face. Crying from manic, evil laughter.
And most recently, like in the last ten minutes, I have finally caught myself up fully on Hermana LLoyd's blog. And now I am crying because I miss her so flipping much. She is doing so good and is still her and I really miss her and Em and Bri and WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO BE GONE!
Whoo, sorry. That may have gotten a bit sketchy at the end there. I know that everyone in my life is where they are because that is where they are needed. Amanda is in Argentina because she is changing peoples lives there and being a gringa. Emily is in Minnesota because there is someone there that needs her special spirit and optimism. Brianna is in Cali because the people there need her. Kylie is in her school in Utah because...she needs her education and I couldn't have survived with out her. I am in my other school in Utah because there are people who have needed me or will need me here. (mostly Hammy because she had a stalker situation and now a marriage to plan and there is no way in the world that she can handle the stress with out me. But also because Kylie couldn't have survived without me either) Everyone is where they need to be. But I still miss them bunches.
I cry a lot if you couldn't tell. Some of it is metaphorical crying that I keep inside because I am and woman and that is what we do. Some actually happens, like the missing my missionaries.
-Korrin
PS. I had a dream the other night with Hermana Lloyd in it. She came with her companion and mission president to visit me from Argentina and we spent the day together on my campus laughing and being awesome. this was a good change from the nightmares I have of my missionaries coming back and hating my guts.
