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design | host mormon wife was mobile. ohio, baby. i just got back from youth conference. Mormon wife and all of the other mormons ages 14 to 18 got on some charter busses and went the heck over to Kirtland, Ohio and saw all sorts of neat things. we saw the johnson family home, the whitney store, the stone quarry, the ashery, a random school house, the morely farm, the temple visitors center and the KIRTLAND TEMPLE. so...8 hour bus ride, whole day of sightseeing, 8 hour bus ride. we stayed in college dorms. that was sort of neat. there was a dance too... it was sort of hard to feel all churchy mormony spirity in the temple, and for all of you non mormons, i will explain it. When Josheph Smith was martyred in carthage, there was lots of confusion as to who would be the next prophet. lots of mormons thought that they should do it by blood, making a relative of josheph smith the prophet. but, through revelation it was revealed that brigham young should be the prophet and he gave the commandment to go west. the mormons that didn't want brigham young didn't go west ... they stayed there for a while so the temple (that took the mormons three years to build...) fell into their hands. they still own it, and it's cool and everything... they're nice and all... they just don't have all of the truth. so we were sitting in the temple and i was looking at the chairs and i was thinking "wow... Josheph Smith has been here. he's taught lessons in here. God appeared to Joseph Smith in this building..." and the stupid tour guide is going on and on and on about the beaded keystone and the architecture and bleah bleah bleah. it was a little sad... so i just tried to tune them out. The kirtland temple's different than our other temples. they didn't do some of the stuff that we do now in them... so non members can go into them. not as spirity. but it was nice all the same. i'm a little depressed i think. no one was sitting by me on the bus home, so when i couldn't sleep i was forced to listen to other people's conversations... a pastime i loathe. plus... people insisted on using the bathrooms on the busses even though we made rest stops. so yeah... the bus smelled like pee. i had a roommate in the dorm. she was nice i guess. well... what i guess is that i'm really as antisocial as i thougth. i ate mostly by myself. even when i'm with mormons i feel self concious. David is freaking confusing me with the stuff he says... i thought i was doing really well at the dance... but compared to casey i might as well of stayed home. she's a pimp. i couldn't get the nerve to ask this guy to dance till the last dance... and he was taken by then. too bad. he had sexy sideburns. i... eh. i can't explain how i feel right now in this stupid online diary that i've been writing in almost two years. i think i'm beyond emo depression into... i dunno... mello depression. i need to take a shower or something. oh. oh oh oh. what's a girl to do? my brother says someone came looking for me while i was gone. i can't get very many details out of him. did you come looking for me? WHO WAS IT? i leave for THREE DAYS and a GUY comes looking for me AT MY HOUSE?! i need a hug. one that'll pop my back because i've been on a bus all day and my spine hurts like a mother. |