Divine

I do not blog like other bloggers, and I wish I did.

They have a certain tone with them that kind of strikes you as a mark of a good blogger.

I write like I talk, which is kind of terrible.

Give me a script and it'll be perfect.

Give me a mouth, and it'll run, but not like me in track.

Because I can't run.

I wish I blogged like other bloggers.

I'm going with a Mr. Ben on the ice cream date. I consider him one of my best friends.

He can talk like a British Old Man, and I think that takes talent.

There's a wedding coming up and now, I'm kind of worried.

It'll turn out okay anyway, because it is just a class.

Even if some of the girls doing some vital things that are quite important don't like me.

They respect the groom so it will balance out.

Hopefully.

UVU is not my school, I am sorry to say.

I heard words and phrases that would not be up to my standards, and I know that I will encounter that in life, but that doesn't mean I can't fight it.

My choices of colleges are the following:

Julliard

BYU Round-a-bout

BYU

SUU

UVU.

Conference helped me gain spiritual strength that I needed.

EFY gave me a base, and after a few months of going through a school where your senses could be dulled, it helped to sharpen and give me what I needed.

I think the author of To Kill A Mockingbird has some skill in the art of writing.

Why?

I see every image of the wording as a movie.

And it looks divine.

Still waiting for a dance partner.

See, I am rambling now.

Anything you want me to talk about?

Respond back, and I will write.

But remember, I do not blog like other bloggers.