Too Odd

Have you ever woken up from a dream and wondered "how did that make sense in my dream?" That's what happened to me. But this time it was mind boggling confusing that I questioned my subconscious for even conjuring such a peculiar situation up.
So my dream started out with me going to my friend's, Cheyenne (1), house and also bringing my friend, Cheyenne (2), with me. If you're not following me, yes, they're the same person. Basically the first thing we did was watch this reality TV show that I was on.
The TV show was some sort of race to the finish line with some sort of challenge included. So we had to run around this park with this little girl that we were babysitting (babysitting was the challenge) and collect these letters that were lying around. We then had to stick these letters up on a wall and then we were done. We finished like ten minutes before the other team. So we went to my Aunt Becky and she said that she would tell the host that we had finished then she left to do that. (No one knows why he wasn't paying attention anyway.) So finally when the other team finished they came up to us and told us that they had won. We told them that we finished before them so we had won. They told us that the host had told them that they had won. So anyway they won.
So we wanted to watch the next episode to see what happened and why we lost but they never went over it again and our team didn't even seem to care anymore.
Anyway, back to Cheyenne's (1) house. So sometime during one of these episodes, Cheyenne's mom asked me if I wanted to see her library. And I told her as soon as this episode was over and I was sure Cheyenne (2) wanted to see it too and Cheyenne (1) could give us a tour. But we never did go to that library. Because as soon as the second episode was over we sat down to eat dinner with Cheyenne's family.
During dinner I sat by Cheyenne (1) and sat across from Cheyenne (2) and talked to them completely separately. Like during one part of dinner I was playing a game with Cheyenne (1) and she wrote down "Nicolas Cage" but she spelled Cage, Vage. So her mom comes up and says, "It's spelled with a k, dear." And Cheyenne (2) says, "I always thought it was spelled with an s." And I said, "Really, I always thought it was spelled with a c." Then I woke up.
That's the summary of my dream I just thought it was odd that Cheyenne was in it twice. And what's weird is Cheyenne (1) is like the Cheyenne that I hang out with at her house and Cheyenne (2) is the one that I take to Young Womens. It was very odd.

A Smile that can Light Up any Song

One thing I learned at Center Stage was to always smile while singing. And that's one thing that made their shows amazing. I decided to apply the smile while you sing concept to hymns. I'm amazed at the results from this simple concept.
When singing wonderful hymns, smiling definitely invites the spirit. As does thinking about the words.
Today we had a farewell for a young man in our ward and the youth sang the youth medley "As Sisters in Zion - Army of Heleman". This song is normally spiritual but by smiling I felt much more spiritual. Not only that but a few women came up to me later and thanked me for my smile.
So basically a smile is a wonderful device and should be used during singing. It will make you feel so good.

Turn of Fate

Before I start writing, this is not a sad story. It's a story of a positive attitude when everything is going wrong based loosely on the story of Job, but it's way different. Same concept, different story.

When I was born fate looked down at me and said, "How can we make her as miserable as possible, but still keep her alive?"
I was born blind and paralyzed from the waist down. This made it impossible for me to navigate myself anywhere.
When I was five I lost my parents making me an orphan. I was sent to an orphanage for the disabled. Nobody wants a five-year-old blind girl so I never got adopted. By the time I was eight the orphanage closed down because of inefficient funding. So I was sent to the home that my younger sister lived in.
I was treated awful in that home. My sister was sent out to many foster homes but no families would take me. The teachers and other orphans hated me and my needs. I swear some that I was deaf as well, but I could definitely hear the things that were saying.
When I was eighteen my sister and I moved out and found our own place. There never seems to be enough money.
By the way, fate failed. Their goal was to make me miserable but I know how to make a delicious lemonade out of lemons. No matter how many times I'm told I have an awful life I don't believe it. After all I have a loving sister who will do anything for me. I have food to eat, a place to live.
But this story isn't about my supposedly horrid life this is how fate got sick of my gung-ho attitude and gave up trying to make me miserable. This is how my life changed.

My Brother, Cupid Part 12

I stayed with Dewey over the weekend. It was like spending the weekend in a haunted house. At night the house was a lot worse then during the day you could hear the it literally creep. I'm surprised I got a wink of sleep. On Monday I went back to school. It was a little far from Dewey's house so he drove me there. I braced myself for another run-in with Haley.
As I walked into my first class I looked at her and couldn't help smiling. I, luckily, avoided saying anything to her. This smile made her melt downwards into her chair as if she was trying to get away. I felt the same way. Unfortunately I couldn't get away from the stupid love magic.
A whole week went by. My mom called almost every day, no one really trusts Dewey, even if they've only heard his voice. Dewey was a great host, he fed me, gave me a ton of candy (it's kinda his thing), and even did the normal fatherly things. Chase didn't ever find me. And Haley and I managed to avoid all contact.
That was until I came home one day to a house smelling like despair and blood. Dracula came into the living room as he quickly addressed me. "Ve quick. I have a Holiday meeting very soon," he said.
"Wait! A Holiday meeting? Do you remember that I'm trying to avoid my brother? Why would you invite him to the very place where I'm hiding?" I said.
"I vemember. I try to avoid everyone, see how vell that works," he said, but seeing the panic on my face he said, "Relax. He's not even coming. He's very very sick." This was followed by an evil laugh.
"He's sick?" I asked.
"I don't sink so. I sink he is incapable of becoming Cupid because he's so vorried about you," Dracula said. He then turned around and said, "You are vree to join us in the meeting, if you dare. I don't know what's its avout."
"Really? Chase, I mean Cupid, never lets me join in on the meetings," I said.
"I'm not supposed too either," he said leaving. I decided to join him and I followed him to his meeting room.
"Dracula, you are always late to the meetings in your own house," I heard Santa say as he walked into the room.
"I don't even know vat the meeting is about," was Dracula's response.
"I thought it was obvious," Santa said with a sigh, "Hasn't Cupid been calling all week? We have to find-" The room fell silent as I entered. All eyes turned to me.
"Him," the turkey said finishing Santa's sentence.

Full Story

Apples to Apples and more Apples

Sorry, I haven't been blogging for a while. Right now I'm sitting in Study Skills with nothing to do. So what I'm going to do is write a story using only adjectives from the green Apples to Apples cards, I hope this turns out okay.

Cloe walked from the place she worked to her spicy, sexy car and drove to her dainty, misunderstood apartment. She threw her exciting keys on to the counter and checked the messages on her phone. Her eyes grew wide: 50 messages. She checked her messages everyday how could they pile up like this. She pressed play as she started to prepare her dangerous dinner of an apple, tuna sandwich, and lemonade.
The first message started as "Hey Cloe, it's . . . that's not right."
She looked up with a stereotyped look on her face.
The second message was, "Cloe, it's ... that's not right either."
"Who is leaving these messages?" she painfully mused.
"Hey! Clo, how you doing? . . . no, no, no." the third one furiously said.
"This is Brad. Cloe . . . what?!? That one doesn't work either." the fourth one said.
So it was Brad, a funny co-worker, who was leaving the puffy messages. She kept on listening through the messages, some were fragrant, some were corrupt, and others were fabulous. Some got farther then others. By the end she knew that he was asking her out on a date but she waited until the last message.
She kept an unreal laugh the whole time. "Oh, Brad," she said with a glitzy look on her face.
That was until the last one which was, "Hi Cloe. Brad here. Was wondering if you would be willing to go out with me on Friday? I was just thinking of getting dinner and then going bowling. Call me back. Okay, bye."
She finished eating being fully outraged by her meal, and walked over to the visionary phone. She picked it up and called him. A few rings after she heard a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Brad. it's Cloe. And yes, I would love to go out with me. But next time don't call me fifteen times, okay?" she said with a timeless laugh.
"Got it. Bye." he said.
"Bye," she said and she hung up the phone with a shallow thud.

I just want to conclude by saying that this story shows how much an adjective can change a word. I had a ton of fun writing this one.