As of late, I've been feeling rather called.  It's kind of crazy, but I'm going to follow this.  I have to.  Try making peace with yourself if you refuse what you know you should be doing.  It's funny though, growing up in central Illinois, I never thought this is where I would end up.  Feeling like at some point home will be one of the most voilatile spots on the planet.  God has a very ironic sense of humor.

Crazinesses in California.  Things are going really well though.  I've been having a lot of fun.  It's kinda crazy how things work out in the end.  I haven't had any problems whatsoever, in fact it's almost like it never happened at all.  Which isn't neccessarily a bad thing. 

So the other day I managed to buy breyers ice cream for a dollar a box.  I was thrilled, my mother would have been proud.  I'm not sure how much guilt she realizes comparing prices and the like causes me, but most of the time, it's a really good thing because I personally think it is rather stupid to spend more money when you could spend less. 

Then that night we went to Anaheim CA and the next day we went to Disneyland.  I had alot of fun and picked up presents for important people, but the funniest thing was that I saw Dr. Monson on the Tarzan treehouse.  It was so crazy, I heard his voice and then I looked down and saw him and Eric on the bridge below us.  Dr. Monson, I yelled.  And he looked up and we talked, and it was really funny especially since I had just bought him and Dr. Master little shot glasses (arabic teacups) from the Indiana jones store.  It was also really cool because when we were on the Indiana Jones ride it stalled right in front of the giant rock that falls down.  Very scary and Indiana is dangling above our car for like five minutes.  It was hysterical.