Who'da thunk on my first day of blogging, I'd post three, count 'em, THREE blogs. While I get used to the whole blog thing, why not let it out. Here's what happened today.

 Conference. That rocked, no explanation necessary. Sister Dalton blew me out of the water. Again. And then she was released. I had to contain my sadness.

 The Tie. A short documentary about a boy who was converted into the Church with the help of his friends. It was nothing short of inspiring, and lets state the blatant obviousness that they were attractive with a capital A. Even better that they all served faithful missions and are still the best of friends. I was a smidge envious that I don't have a close knit group of friends like the hottie and my sister. It was very much something I wanted since I was a little tike. 

 We made a quick trip to the DI between sessions. I got some items with some real potential. Maybe I can blog the results. Stay tuned.

 Conference Part Two. Admittedly I paid less attention, which brought me to Instagram. (Curse you, smartphone!) I ran across Hailey Devine's post that said she was going to be at Tai Pan Trading at 6:00 and to come see her. This was my chance. I could meet one of my inspirations. I texted the people who would have made the least fun of me for wanting to go meet her. And I decided to make myself presentable. I wanted to look cute but not make it look like I tried too hard. There's my problem. I feel like when I try to look cute for the day, I end up looking like a doofy frump. But the days when I could care less and throw on whatever smells clean and goes together, I look cute. That's just my luck. Whatever. Chels and Jordan came over and we--well I--got a little too excited. Its always an adventure when someone sits in my backseat. You never know what you're gonna find back there. Like broken sunglasses and Seventeen Magazine perfume samples.

 

We blasted music white girls shouldn't listen to. A little too loud.

When we got there, we didn't want to seem too eager so we held back in the car while I rapped my best rap in the parking lot. All the while, getting dirty looks from middle aged ladies. Guess what? I'm young and have got too much time on my hands to learn ghetto raps.

We walked in, looking like complete idiots. Mind you, we've never even ventured into this Tai Pan store. Waffle Love the food truck is out front and of course, I am too scared to even step in line. Anywho. We wander aimlessly around the store. We found ourselves by the vases and these signs?

And there she is. Chelsea spotted Hailey. Oh and they made eye contact. I automatically look like a complete nimrod and giggle like a school girl. Yeah, I don't know either. So then to make stalking matters worse, I duck under the shelf to get a better look. Again, I don't know. She walks toward us and we dart inside the isle. We start rethinking about this whole strange event. She's gonna think we are complete freaks. Which, who could blame her? She takes pictures with some people and it was our chance. But our inner pansy takes over. So we pretend to look around some more, while all the ladies who know what they're doing give us crusties. I just wanted to meet Hailey, okay? Well, we found the jewelry in time to watch...Hailey walk out the door. I ditch the merch and we book it outside. Bye... I literally stomped my foot out of frustration. What better way to work through your feelings than to spend money. I bought headbands, two scarves, a ring, some two dollar necklaces and yet another pair of sunglasses. But hey, I got this free tumbler!

Please excuse Lebron in the back, Ben's room doubles as the computer room while we're in the devil apartment.

 I realize this is all a little weird and something that only I would care about. I promise, I'm not as creepy as a I appear.

Cue angry, rap music for the ride home. In disappointment, we take pictures like this.

 

Then we realize we are far too happy to come home without meeting our desired spectacle.

This brings us to now. I spend another weekend. Alone. On the computer. In this wretched apartment.
I know its only temporary and so many good things have happened in this apartment. Another day, another blog. To bring us full circle,

"Faith in God includes faith in His timing." 

One day I'll meet Hailey. One day we'll move into a real house. One day will bring all the happiness a girl could ask for. One day...

Yours truly, Julie.