So really, this week has been rather hectic and crazy with the many different things that have happened. Between work, dance, and my new ward, I've come to understand when some of my friends stare at me baffled and say [in awe] "She's got so much energy!". I've had two friends say that over the past month now - Mike Henderson, in Petra, while we were on some subject I was so very passionate about and Daniel Derricott one night this week in the apartment when I was just being me. Energy, I figure, is partially a mental thing. Trust me, I've tried the energy drinks and they really do squat for me except screw with my body's mellowing system (I can still fall asleep on them though). Energy is positive, mental energy one lives in. Really, it's so much easier when we don't complain about those spilled strawberry shakes of life. Now, for an explanation why energy and me shouldn't really be synonymous most of the time (regardless the fact that I'm resting my sore, weary feet on the coach arm as I type):

1) Work is awesome. Work is never steady hours both in duration nor in beginning of time. I applied for a new position in work and got it, started it, and have been working as the closer this past week for 3 of the 6 days out of the week. This means that I get to explore all the dark recesses I never knew catering had before. Also.... the pOwEr - muahhahahahaha... no, not really. I'm not all that power hungry but it's fun for effect. We get to eat awesome food which is a plus (and if the boys in my ward don't fatten me up this summer with all of our ice cream escapades then catering might do the job). I get to end with everything all neat and orderly clean which is a love love love of mine - all clean and orderly when I leave or go to bed (or at least preferably). But this means that on top of school (which I'm only going part-time right now but soon....), being a social butterfly, and regular shift hours, I know spend another 10 hours in closing (but don't get me wrong - this is great constant hours that I can have through fall as well. I love it because it means a small constant steady income). So, this affords no reprieve in life (but did I mention a pay raise?) to recoup energy but it's wonderful the same.

2) I love dance. Dance is a way to express yourself. It is a form of communication in which energy is given and taken between you, the dance, the floor, and your partner. It is a way to constantly move and explore different muscles in the body not normally used. It's an art which can make a girl truly feel like a princess; an art that can look ultimately elegant, graceful, and fluid while simultaneously being rather fast-paced. I've begun dancing with a few people in my class late at night after my night class. With a little bit of music, a lot of medical tape, and a constantly running water fountain, we dance. Perfecting an art that is trying to be taught to us while thoroughly enjoying each other's company and the possibilities of friendships that can possibly arise. No, I am not ever resting due to dancing but I'm enjoying life to the brim, drinking to the lees!

3) Why do all summer wards just really seem to rock my socks off?! Truly my prayers have been answered. Not only am I living with wonderful roommates but with people that I am beginning to love for their humor they're bringing into my life and their insights to how life can really be enjoyed. We watched My Fair Lady, Singing in the Rain, and the Sound of Music this past week along with playing games last Sunday night and a great scripture study. I respect those people so much and love them for their examples and friendships. Jonathon Drysdale, Dustin Briscoe, Daniel Derricott, Veronica Benavides, and Mary Linford (and today, Daniel's sister Sarah). There's more as well such as Ashley Burton, Kelly Steinbeigle, David Ross, and others. They really are a great social network. Really, if anybody were to ever know anybody amazing - it'd be these people right here.