Things that aren't my Science Paper...

i saw this blog the other day (too lazy to find it again) but it was called something like "things that aren't my thesis statement", so this is my version of that.

1. polynesian cultural association performances (2)
2. my computer information technology homework, while also very important and pressing, not the said science paper
3. blogging
4. blog stalking
5. taking a very nice, though brief, walk
6. thinking about things that have nothing to do with the actual paper; like why waste time and energy writing a decent paper that no one will ever read. and the people that i want to have the courage to talk to. don't ask. won't tell you. seriously. not even interesting.

the point, my science class is lame. "boo, get off the stage" lame. i question my teacher's ability to actually teach rather than talk for a good half hour. i also wonder if he is ever really parched after class. i'm loosing momentum. i've got a paper to write.

"Hugs from Home"

last year a good friend (pictured), and author of http://thelittlecollection.blogspot.com/, made me a quilt. a quilt i tell you! i can barely sum up the energy to write someone a letter on most days, and she made me a quilt.

i loved it because she made it, because she passed out the squares to those i know and love, because she asked them to write something for me, because she stitched it for me, and because it looked like me.

i read the squares with care. it felt like i could hear the voices of my friends and almost family. caressed the fabric for days and bragged to those who would listen. no one has a quilt that looks like mine.

my quilt hadn't been on my bed for a while. i saw it everyday so it didn't seem like i missed it, but last night i pulled it from the top shelf of my closest. i needed it.
as i opened it, it felt familiar. the type of warmth i knew, the type of warmth that you can only get from those who send their love.

i'm grateful for those who the Lord has put in my path. for those who have taught me since primary, who have taken the lessons they have learned and shared them with me.

my heart was softened when i got it the first time and it was full when i opened it last night. i love my quilt still. i love it because it gives me just the strength and courage i need, it reminds me of where i have come from, it reminds me of why i am where i am, and because it still looks like me.

( A, thank you, more than i can ever express)