Cafeteria worker

At the start of this semester for the first time in forever I got a job that did not involve books or newspapers. A job where I actually somewhat get to talk to people. 

Working at the MTC cafeteria has been great. I loved my awesome coworkers. The leftover food. And seeing missionaries is pretty swell. Getting up at 6 am has not been my favorite.. but I'll live. 

If we work super great we can earn what are known as 'stars of the day'. Which you can redeem for the 'really good' food. I love to tease my coworkers with gross suggestions of how I am going to use my stars. For example Jalapeno cheese bagel with mixed berry cream cheese or a bowl of cottage cheese covered prunes. Or for the burnt pieces of bacon. Or the weird looking pancakes. 

We also enjoy things like dancing when the missionaries aren't looking. Stirring the oatmeal in the giant pots and laughing like evil witches. Or finding the weird things that missionaries write on napkins. My personal favorite being when someone wrote "I want you and your beautiful soul -Lucifer". haha... missionaries. The only way this work goes forward is that it is true. 

A post worth reading

Blogging blogging.....blogged.

Deer Attacks

check out this link: PLEASE!!!

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1eZe7TXosXfDSjMNlzAZuf7fOr1ojXwEYbuoQqPjGPPE/pub?start=false&loop=false&delayms=3000&slide=id.p

Study music

As of late it seems that everything I once swore against is actually maybe not so bad?? weird?
I used to think that study music was lame and didn't work...that it was or squares! However these past few days I have been trying it out... and it actually seems to be working. :O! I was shocked the first time when I manged to sit down write a WHOLE five paper without checking social media or making up excuses to do something. It's a theory I am still working on. But I think I am on the path of becoming a believer.

My favorite so far is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iey8nt5Dp6E&list=LLPxWDDY8IfDNBMVoImhXNdQ

Selling my body

My whole life I have admittedly hated on people that sell their bodies...or aka 'donate' plasma. I mean let's be real how can it be a donation if one is getting paid for it?
That'd be like if one said "thanks for the donation" to the cashier at the grocery store.
I must admit that today...I sold my plasma for the first time. It was deftly an experience. The girl across from me fainted twice...I hate needles...and blood grosses me out. But after I donate again on Thursday I will be rich enough to go to L.A. this weekend.
So yeah, I sold my body to be able to see California and the grand canyon.

The cost of KNOWING

The cost of knowing is high. When we know something we are held responsible for that knowledge. With knowledge comes power...and blessings.

One wouldn't expect a child to be responsible to do all the household chores...but adults, they know... although I'll admittedly say sometimes I wish I didn't know how to clean the bathroom.

When we know something we are expected to ACT upon that knowledge.

Loaf of bread

The springfield building chapel makes me feel like I am in a loaf bread. The architecture creates just the right cruve on the ceiling and walls.
It makes me think about how Christ is called the bread of life. He is the bread of life and we promise the chapel weekly to become like Him...I like to think of myself as a crumb leaving the loaf every sunday to go out and reflect the bread.
#deepthinker #bread