"Fabled Foreign Tongues"

Cuando las luces apagaron en el parque, sentamos en el oscuro y hablaron sobre tiempo y espacio, y las barreras que nos enfrentamos, si? Lately, on the way home from seminary in the morning, we've been listening to the CDs Joana supplies - the Beatles, Panic at the Disco. Needless to say, the sun rising up behind the car and five Mormon kids (okay, minus Hertz and Gracias, who refuse to sing) singing at the top of their lungs on the way to high school, is empowering and wonderful. I think we could conquer the world if we wanted to. "You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn." :) Unfortunately, I can't collect my thoughts, which means I'll have to chuck them at you in random bursts. Today is General Conference, which means that we'll have to be changed and dressed in half an hour, and the pink bathroom is still covered in the bleach I'm meant to clean off. The joys of eleventh grade mean I'll have to work if I ever want to do well, and that sounds awful and hard. It's funny to think that I've been shying away from work for most of my life, and now it's going to hit me with a bang! on top of the head. As the Spanish would say, un pum! Right now, pandora is set to Hundred Hardingtonar. The music is haunting, building up in my center, and the flute (I think) threatens to sink into bone. I love the feeling of something being so beautiful that all its thoughts and sounds and feelings collect themselves in your throat until all you can do is breathe in and out. Ay, to be young again. Today, we will go to Conference, and tonight we will have a tea party of extraordinary proportions. The international tea time is, however, four o'clock. Have a good day, think and pray. Wonder at the rain and the clouds and the way the wind moves through the trees.