MID-MAY

So, it's mid-May and so much is going on!!! I don't even know where to start. But I intend to, soon.

xoxo
Jamie

Taken from the doppelgänger from April 18th 2008. . .

So, the answer is, Yes: I have curly hair. However, what makes my situation worthy of a blog rant is that I have a straight hair haircut. This is on my mind today because I woke up late, not having the time it takes to fix my hair, I more and less ran out the door. The result is an early 20's-esque mess, which given the right lighting is passed off as a statement not a last resort.It started last December, with my first haircut in a strange place. I told the stylist I needed something cute and quick, and “WACK”, it was gone. I admit that hair wasn't the only thing to fall to the floor that day. (personal identity, tears of frustration, trust in the greater good of man) I had lost what felt like a Jamie Icon and gained a snooze button inhibitor. The first three weeks where horrible, and the results where mediocre at best, and I burnt through three flat irons.Since then, I have become quite a proficient with a ceramic straighter, 40min. is the best look, 20 min, is mostly respectable, 10 min. . . well, that's the kind of hair I avoid. Yes, I understand this is trivial. I understand I am vain. Nonetheless, my feelings persist otherwise.

So. . . the ants have subsided, and yet I am still awake. The "Athens" bugs have just hatched, and they are crawling up my walls and across my ceiling. I fear more will fall on my bed as I sleep, and it forces me to sleep with one eye open (otherwise known as not sleeping) I am supposed to run a 5k tomorrow and work has my head on the chopping block. . . .still they creep. Those jerks!

I promise, when it is not 5:17 in the morning, I really do have nice things to say! I hope to add some merriment to this space soon.

xoxo

Hello Friends! I am now in the process of not discriminating between blogs (for I have two) and as I rarely write in any, I thought I should start.

Currently, I am listing to class on my cell because my PVX won't let me log into class. Erin, is on my bed doing homework, and texting her boyfriend Carter. I had a mini breakdown at work today. My bosses don't seem to realize how little things add up, plus the HUGE POST EASTER events EVERYONE is needing. Plus, I feel disconnected from my school, overwhelmed really.

Anyways, it is times like these that I count my blessings.

For instance, March 28th was fast Sunday, and within 5 minutes of sitting down, the spirit came upon me stronger and more urgently than I have EVER experienced. I was the first to stand and bare my testimony after the floor was opened. I can't remember everything I said, but I know I touched on the difference between the church I work at and the one I attend. Specifically on Palm Sunday, and in reference to the sacrament. I was dully blessed to later speak with a member, who had recently converted to the full gospel, and he testified to me of the impact my words had him, and helped him to realize the difference as he attended both services. He said I was and answer to the prayers of his heart. Thank you Heavenly Father, for giving me the opportunity to do thy work. It was heaven.

All things considered, I will survive.

The house of Athens

I now live in Athens, with three crazy girls! Change. . . change. . .change. I am getting used to it, but oh we have a cat!!!! ah!!!!

Tons of bugs!!!!
The other morning I was making my bed and discovered a squashed bug between my sheets. . THAT'S RIGHT I SQUASHED IT IN MY SLEEP!!!

Gross!

It just hit me, for what feels like the first time. Austin is marrying Kristen.

This morning,

This morning I got up a little early and went walking. Not early enough to be alone on the road but I did still shower and do my hair. It was kinda nice, the air was cool and there was frost on the ground. Other than the school children waiting for the bus it really was peaceful. The sun rose in it's usual manner, slowly brightening the sky till it appeared above the Georgia horizon. It is peaceful, but not resplendent. None of the bright pinks and oranges of the coastal sky. It's seems that there is very little I can do without thinking of home. In the same terms, however, there is very little I can do in Georgia, and not be grateful to my Heavenly Father. As I walked I re-contemplated my move, my trials, and the career and personal decisions I have made in the last year. Amongst it all I see blessings. Blessings of strength, patience, understanding, action, humility, ingenuity, and courage. Behind these flow memories of my friends and family. All of these things are what make me who I am, and even in Georgia, I like me.