That’s what I have in my head right now. Lots of fuzzies. It’s finals and I’m tired of thinking. Good thing it’s monday….
But GUESS WHAT! I only have one more test to take and one project that I have been procrastinating since Thanksgivukkah. The next final is for my Islam class, which I probably won’t take until like Wednesday or Thursday, but it’s fine because basically all I need to know about Islam (and everything I have ever learned about Islam in my 4 years of college and being a MESA minor) can be summed up in this 13-minute crash course video. It’s actually awesome and hilarious and very truthful. If you perhaps don’t know very much about Islam or what Muslims believe, watch it! It’s always good to be educated so you can make fair judgements and statements about people whose beliefs are different.
Anyway, I’m literally having the best week ever, which is weird because it’s finals and stuff…but the last couple of days have been really good to me. I got into the New York Internship program through my department, which is only my dream and it’s super surreal and I can’t believe I’m moving to New York City in a few months.
Yesterday was also awesome because church was so good and we had the best lesson in Relief Society which just reminded me about how much I love Jesus and how crazy awesome Mary is and how I am so blessed to have been able to spend 4 months in the Holy Land walking where Christ walked. This weekend I went to Temple Square with some of my JeruFamily and it just reminded me all over again that out of all my blessings, they are 80 of my most favorite. Jerusalem gave me the opportunity to grow personally and spiritually and see new places and cultures as well as handing me 80 best friends who will always love me. And that’s pretty awesome.
Additionally, I got to celebrate my cute cousins’ birthdays with them and be reminded how much I love my family! I then staged a #foreveralone mistletoe photo in which I awkwardly stood under the mistletoe and nobody came to kiss me. Regardless of the fact that someone kissing me would have been rather incestuous… it was widely popular on instagram. Also my claim about nobody wanting to kiss me might have been negated approximately 7 hours after that.. . …. . . .. .. . I’ll let you make your own assumptions.
Fine I love my whole life. Shabbat Shalom.
The Broke Adventurer 