Holy drama to catch up on--and I'm moving.

So the last time I posted, and said I wanted to move out, I was pretty much irate. I have rarely been that mad in my life. I was mad at what Tisah had just said to me, and more specifically how she said it (the ugly sweater shopping at DI with Ryan Ockey incident). And that was the beginning of a run of events over the last week and a half of the semester that I was misjudged for, but nonetheless resulted in much drama between me and Tisah and Carrie, leading to them pretty much not speaking to me. Amongst it all, after being so fed up with everything and how I was being treated and judged and not trusted, and how things with Tisah and I did not get better after I tried talking to her, and after praying a lot about it and going to the temple, I decided to move out.

I put my contract up for sale at the end of finals week, just about a week ago, and it sold yesterday! On Christmas! This girl, Lindsay, has been interested in it, and went and saw it a few days ago, and liked it, and told me last night on the phone that she's going to buy it. It was a Christmas miracle! I am soo glad, and SO thankful. I fasted last Sunday and have been praying for my contract to sell, and I know that it's a blessing straight from Heavenly Father that it sold so quickly. Fasting works, I tell you what.

So now I just need to find a place to live...:)

I will try to fill in the details about all the drama that has been the reason I'm leaving, later... It's not that fun to think about, I've been trying to not think about it actually. It just brings negative feelings to me towards, well mostly Tisah. I'm trying to let it all go. But for the record, things are great again with Carrie and me. There was just misunderstanding between us, and I knew that, so I met her at her work on campus this last Mon, after the semester was over, and talked to her, and clarified everything, with what she thought I had been doing (she thought I had been going after the boy, our FHE brother, that she's liked for a while--I wasn't, it just looked like it), that I wasn't. I was so grateful that she was willing to listen and talk to me, and be apologetic as well. I love her.

Tonight I want to move out. It might take a lot to make me want to stay after tonight.

I'm thankful for my cold

I have never been so thankful to be sick.

Last week was Thanksgiving and my birthday, and it was so so so nice to have a break from school and TBT and roommates and Provo, and everything. I did NOT want to come back.

But alas, I did, to our apartment with 2 roommates still sick. Tisah and Carrie both had colds before the break, and somehow they still had them, and almost worse. Ironically, the night of the day I came back (Monday), I came down with a cold, and woke up Tuesday morning not feeling so good. I definitely had a cold. Sore throat, stuffed head, the works. Even more ironically, Katie came down with what seemed like the same thing the next day. This thing was contagious! So now there are 4 of us in our apartment that are sick. Carrie was not getting better and got diagnosed with bronchitis a few days ago, and Tisah's cough has not been going away, so she went to the doctor yesterday and got diagnosed with bronchitis too. My cough is getting worse, I just hope it doesn't turn into bronchitis.

As much as I don't love being sick, it's actually been a blessing, and I almost think an answer to prayer. I've been praying pretty much daily for a while now, for Tisah and I to continue becoming closer friends all the time. When she was still sick after the break, I was able to get and bring home some OJ for her, which I was grateful for the opportunity to serve her. And then being sick with her has actually been a very unifying experience for us. Pretty much every day this week, I get up shortly before her, and shower, then she showers, or visa versa, and we both feel yucky and sound awful, and ask each other how we are feeling. It's been like our morning sick report. She's shared some of her OJ she bought with me, she's shared some of her cough drops with me, we cough together (both coughed all through church today), and we feel for each other. We even talk about the color of our snot, and if it's still yellow-ish green or not...:)

But I am very grateful for this cold for that reason alone. It's given us both ways to serve each other and brought Tisah and I a lot closer together in a relatively short amount of time.

Never knew a cold could be such a blessing.:)