An Odd Day

So today started oddly. I was at work chillaxing in the mailroom when my phone rang. It was my older brother, Jason! Why was he calling? He hasn't called since April, when he left for Iraq. So what was up? He was back in the states! OK, so I'm a bad sister. My brother comes home from Iraq after 7 months and I had no idea. Seriously. Who does that?
Then I had a chem recitation to go to, but Isaac, my awesome TA was out of town so we had a substitute. She wasn't nearly as good as Isaac. And after that I went to the chem lab to meet up with Nate and Jeff. Jeff apparently had a date, so it was just Nate and I. We were doing something with dry ice, in which you had to crush it up, put it in a pipet, clamp it closed and submerge it in water. Unfortunately, after half a dozen tries we both gave up. We just could not get it to boil!
After the lab I followed poor Nate around. I feel bad that he gets stuck with me and that he's just too nice to tell me to go away. But I just love being around him. So we went to a computer lab to do our Mastering Chemistry homework. After that was Welsh class, and we played a bunch of games that the class made up. This poor boy was like, "I made a mutation game!". It wasn't a game. Because it wasn't fun. At all. It might have been fun for him because he got to pretend to be the teacher, and scream out "Dyaun!" several times. But it really wasn't fun for anyone else. For the record, teithio softly mutates to deithio. As in, "Mae rhaid i fi deithio", which means, of course, "I need to travel".
After classes I ran home to eat and shave my legs, for Hayley was coming to pick me up to go see Julie Beck! It was way exciting. We sat in the third pew from the front. It was just Boyd's stake relief society, so it was a small group of people. At one point she waved at Hayley from the stand, as if they had been best friends for years. She didn't have a talk prepared, but she had people ask questions instead. At one point she mentioned how we should be with our faith, and compared it to the pioneers. She asked if the Lord would have to push us all the way to the Missouri River before we willingly went forth. I think it's a great question. Often I feel as if I am the most stubborn person on earth, and that the Lord has to push me the entire way. He needs to keep me in line. I don't do anything unless he pushes me to the edge. I should really change that about myself, and I'd like to, but sometimes it's just so hard. I think I'm ready to just let the Lord take control of my life, and guide me rather than push me.