The movie with that title was so amazing! The stories and the people and everything... I don't care if you are atheist or the most devout religious person, everyone can benefit from this movie!
My family watched it yesterday, and after going to Captain D's to try it out (turns out the food is really good), we went to an adult/young adult session of our stake conference, and today was the actual stake conference. The inspiration kept coming, as some of the talks were more conversion stories, and others were about things that I felt I might've needed to hear. Now I'm thinking even more about my patriarchal blessing, for example, but I still feel like I need to wait just a bit longer. Maybe just a few months?
Oh, and I just made this picture with some scripture in a talk from a few weeks ago. I used this one because a lot of talks this month have been about missionary service and being an example.
Despite the title of the post, this is more about other stuff.
I have been having more weird dreams and daydreams. I've always had them in the "very weird and nonsensical" category, but now it's leaning more to the "worried about my sanity". Just thinking about the things I've dreamed about, it scares me a little.
For example, last week, I had a dream where I was kinda put into the same situation as Arnold Schwarzenegger in Junior. I'm not kidding. It wasn't some professional doing it to me, even; it was my dad injecting me. No one except my family knew, apparently. And a good portion of the dream was set in the hospital while I was waiting to give birth to a flippin' baby, so that was a well-kept secret. (I guess I didn't have a noticeably round belly?) Somehow, though, it leaked, and some girl at school asked me if I had a baby, and I said yeah. I did not know how I had a bebe (like, not the me within the dream, but ME...If that makes sense...) until I explained to her everything in this paragraph. Of course, both her and my brain flipped, and the dream me was like "Calm down! This isn't abuse or something!" and tried to explain that me and my whole family somehow thought of doing that, and with prayer, decided it was a good idea. (...?) Like, even my extended family had prayed about it, so, uh... Yeah. It (wait, I think it was a he) was being cared for by my family while I was in school, and so it was kinda a team effort.
Okay, and that wasn't the most disturbing part of this (me willingly getting stuff injected in me and my whole family agreeing with it, I mean). The scene suddenly had changed to the end of one of those house parties from the news and movies that always end horribly. The horrible ending to this one was that everyone was on the ground in the dark, all drugged up. (I did not like the fact that I recognized some of the people here, including this one kid at my school that has awesome hair.) Some cops marched into the house and started searching for people, then just put the stoned teens in handcuffs and was leading them out of the house. One of the cops searching opened some closet, and all the way in the back of it was one person:
Me.
I looked up at the cop and was like "You guys finally got here. That took a while." I didn't really hear specifically what he asked me, but I heard what I said back. It was stuff like "No, I didn't do anything. I've just been in here, eating snacks." (while holding up a cookie package or something) "I tried to stop them, trust me, but by then it was too late." "Haha, are you disappointed you can't arrest me too?" This next sentence was probably affected by The Secret Life of the American Teenage Girl (which I only watched because somehow my sister got obsessed with it): "I got on a junk food binge to see if I could have a big belly again, like when I was pregnant." That statement was accompanied by "It didn't work."
I'm sorry, but watching this stuff, especially when the main character is ME, was horrible. Of course, this had to be one of the only dreams I remember pretty well.
And, of course, the next day, I had a daydream of a certain kind.
The first time was probably a year or two ago, when I was home alone, and I suddenly had the thought: What if a robber broke into the house right at this very moment? The answer to that was that I beat the stuff out of him. One of the greatest daydreams ever.
But then, after that, was when I had my Jeff the Killer dream. Someone breaking into the house.
And, recently, I was in the shower when suddenly some neighbors let off a bunch of fireworks. I did not realize at first what it was and I sincerely thought it was someone banging on my window. I starting imagining all the possible outcomes if it really was that (mainly consisting of a creep breaking my window and killing me in the bathroom- worst part of that is that I died naked), even after I figured out the actual cause of the sounds, and I felt like I was about to cry when I got out of the shower. From that moment on, especially in the bathroom, I imagined more killers breaking in and doing what they do best- chopping off my head or something like that.
What I imagined the next day of my pregnant dream was exactly how I'm about to describe. Across the whole mirror someone wrote "IN THE CLOSET" in blood. (I guess the bathroom closet is supposed to be for towels and stuff, but I use it as my main closet with shirts, pants, etc.) It was opened, and out flew my body onto the ground, stabbed to death or something.
As I thought about it more, more of a story unfolded- one that I doubt is realistic, but part of it is already written.
I don't think I could write a full murder mystery, but I sure could help someone else with the disturbing images.
OKAY! To change the topic!~
Last week was what they call around here the benchmark tests- the tests you take at the end of the term for your different classes. I have to say, I'm most impressed with my score for math.
Physical Science: 94%
World History: 100%
US History I: 93%
English: 84% (How'd I get one so low? *sob*)
Geometry: 100%
Those 100%s are beautiful!
This week is when I take the PSAT. Wish me luck!
Also, I finally decided to try to look up a job- turns out it's called proofreading. Not the book editor, but the person who literally edits the book so that grammar mistakes and typos are taken care of. That is my kind of job.
While it saddens me so that I tend to miss mistakes in my own writing until a while after I've put it online or something, I'm able to find things that are wrong with others' work easily. Mistakes are glaringly obvious in books and online to me. All I want is to be able to fix them! And turns out I could get a career as a proofreader and actually do that!
The main problem with that is that I'd most likely have to be a freelance proofreader, and I'd prefer to have a more steady job. Like an office job, where you go to work every day at the same time, are there for the same hours, then come back home at the same time. That is easier than to try to find jobs here and there from my house, in my opinion.
So, I don't know if that's one of my top career choices, although I'm guessing it would be paired up with being an author, another possible choice. (I doubt I could be good enough to actually get more than one book published, though. My brain juices tend to run out before my longer stories can be completed.)
Some kid that sits behind me in English, when we had one of those days where we don't do much, told me an entire story of what he supposedly is gonna do after high school. It was disturbing in a different way. He told me he wants me to write it all down, because it could become a popular book or something. "A memoir," he described the book as. Two probs, Bob. 1. This memoir of his would contain a lot of stuff I don't want to write about 2. How would I turn it into a full book? I have tried and failed more than once to write a full book! How about he just writes it all down himself so that he can tell it to other people? It would have a better effect if he told it in person, in my opinion.
Okay, I'm sorry, I'm getting too distracted by Wattpad (turns out I Am Darkrai transferred to there and his name now is Activerios-) and can no longer think of anything I may have planned to say. Hasta la vista, babay!
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