Enjoy Kernel Mustang, one of my favorite pictures of all time.
This was quite a weekend. The weekdays were mainly at home, at the grocery store (🎶Grocery Outlet, Bargain Market!🎶), or looking at furniture. But the weekend I spent at Youth Conference!
Kay, so it was already a little scary because I hadn't gone to it before (which reason I think I explained last year when YC rolled around), but I also barely recognized anyone- AND I was all alone, without my sis or a close friend. I was often pitied by adults there, who would start chatting with me, and then eventually bring me over to meet kids they knew from their ward (because this was multi-stake). I actually think I made a few friends that way, like this one guy named Andy. I was sure we could really have a good conversation together, but he's one of those guys that's always hanging around a group of other people. I sat with that group anyways for two of the meals, but I rarely got a word in, and, without getting much chance to talk to Andy, I felt a little left out.
We all had to bring sleeping bags and stuff because we were sleeping in school gyms. Like I expected, I talked with and (hopefully) became friends with the girl whose sleeping bag was next to mine. Her name was Makenna, though I'm not sure if it's spelled that way. The poor thing was a little sickish with a cold. When she got the opportunity, she was in her sleeping bag, snoozing. If I was next to her, I tried to let her get her rest, but was also the one to wake her up if we needed to get ready for something.
A few of the girls I met at the Zumba thing were there, and one or two tried to help me feel included. I ate with her group of friends once (again, someone who always is with a big group!) and I also stayed with her during the dance. I tried to loosen up and maybe dance with one of the other people I was with at some point during the day, but it just didn't really happen.
Luckily, at the dance, I ended up with one of her acquaintances, Bryce. (She made us do one of the slow songs together. Speaking of, they played a ton of slow songs, and it was really annoying!) We struck up a conversation while dancing and basically stuck around each other for the rest of the dance. At one point, we actually left the dance floor and just kept talking at a table. I think it was for about the last half-hour of the dance that we just talked. It was pretty good, and I was glad to have a full conversation with some teenager while there.
But how butt is it that he was mostly Mexican and couldn't speak Spanish?! I mean, I'm not the most impressive Spanish-speaker, but I'm at least pretty decent, I think.
Really, I could describe everything that happened to me in detail, but I won't bore you with all that. I hope I can remember some of the most important things, though, like the things leaders talked to us about, and the singing missionary (and also his disappearing act! I wanted to ask the missionaries something privately, but I never found them!), and the things I wanted to do when I got home. Oh, and the guys on the bus and their crazy antics, including their puns.
And guess who was gonna get on a plane after I got back from Youth Conference (which was a 4-hour bus ride round-trip)? My sister! Where? HERE!
We went to the airport to pick her up (but before that we ate some Long John Silver's, which was pretty good) a few hours after my bus came back to town. It was funny how my dad and sister threw her luggage into the back of the car and then hurried to the seats to drive off.
It's a little weird but cool to know she's sleeping in the same room as me now. Now that I think about it, we haven't been roommates since I was in, what, 3rd grade? Besides when we're visiting family, of course, and have to share a bed.
This is even better cuz today my mom made pesto ravioli and her amazing limey cheesecake pie thing. That's the unofficial name.
Happy Father's Day to our whole family. *pleased smile*
(The title of the other thing I posted today is a reference to an FMA novel. I don't want to be blamed for stealing. Please don't sue me.)
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