Continually Learning

Ya know, the past few days have really been great! I should post more happy stuff on here more often, but I just don't really get around to it.


The thing I ask myself right now is:

When am I going to learn that she doesn't coddle?

I hope I can learn it soon.

*sigh

(Mission Call next week . . . hopefully . . . . )

Leaving . . .

Within the next week or so, I'll get my mission call. Hopefully I leave sooner than later. 

Then I can live my own life, serving the Lord.

The first two years of my adult life will pass, and I know they'll be tough, and then I can come home, and start my own life, all for me. 

I'm really starting to get tired of this whole "living at home" thing.

Life . . .

 . . . . is all about learning to get used to disappointment. 

I guess, in the past, I was so oblivious to everything that I didn't realize most things are disappointing.

This sounds really cynical, I know, but I'm allowed to be cynical right now, because I've been trying to find a job since before we went to Hawaii, and since then, I've sent out about a bajillion resumes, had three interviews, and been declined thrice. Unless you could the bajillion resumes not contacting me a decline, in which case I'da been declined a bajillion and three times. 

On happier note, my mission papers go in today, maybe, and if not, for sure tomorrow. Maybe as soon as I have my mission call things will be a little more stable. Yet, I highly doubt that for some reason, since the adversary is trying to work on me. He's doing a d*** good job at it too. I wish he'd just leave me alone.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

I wonder how many times I have to type patience before my mission call comes. We could try it!  . . . . Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience.

And now "Don't Stop Believin' " came on. Cool. Good song.

Patience. Patience. Patience. Whoa, I just totally had a flashback from my childhood. I used to ALWAYS do this when I was upset: write the same word that I have having a struggle with over and over. Expect I'd do it on paper. And for some reason, I remember it being pretty effective and therapeutic. Actually, I'm already starting to feel better. 

(5 minutes later)

Okay, I'm done writing this post. :P My diarrhea of the fingers was somewhat successful in helping me feel better. 

Send Me On My Way

I've probably posted this before, but here's a repeat:

On my way ( 12 times)

I would like to reach out my hand
I may see you, I may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young
Well pick me up with golden hands
Oh may see you, Oh may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young

Well I would like to hold my little, hand
I will run I will. I will cry I will.
I would like to hold my little, hand.
I will run I will. I will cry.

Send me on my way, on my way


This is my latest song craze. If you scroll down to the bottom of my blog, you can listen to it in the music player. I love the folk feel it has to it, but there's also something special about this song. Hmmm.

Mission Call

Today, I thought I'd have some fun on facebook, and change my status to "Brayden Santo has been called to serve in the Atlantis, Atlantic Ocean Mission!!!! I knew I had to be scuba certified for a reason!"

Lemme tell you how entertaining it's been: ummmm, if I were to say "extremely," it would be the understatement of the decade.

These are comments I've gotten:

Where in the world do you wet suit that look like church suit?

awesome! congratulations Brayden! :D

Are you serious?!!

well, I guess I was right about you having to learn a language...I don't suppose the speak English there.

COOL!! CONGRATS!!

It's been really funny, 'specially telling people I'm going to have to learn the latest form of Atlantiean Sign Language.

On a more serious note, I'm hoping to have my call within the next month. My papers will go to Salt Lake in about 12 days, and then it's 1-3 weeks after that when my call comes.

Now if only I could find another job, life would start looking up . . . .

I don't try . . .

to be obnoxious, or annoying. Really, I don't. I'm just me.

Am I obsessing unhealthily?

Allergies

Today was my worst day of the year so far. Hopefully it doesn't get this bad again.

Allergies suck, man!

And I'm only going to bed early so that I don't get sick . . . . :-/