It was oddly warm for a November day in Utah. I woke up numerous times this morning: first to my alarm, then to a
[loud wind] crashing against the window above my head, then again, over and over again. I slept past my alarm by...almost 45 minutes. I didn't like what I saw in the mirror when I turned on the bathroom light, but sighed and put my nasty hair in a messy bun, slid two bobby pins through my bangs, washed my still-warm-from-bed face, and buried my body underneath some clothes I pulled out of the dresser in our dimly lit hallway.
Then I knelt in
[prayer] against the living room couch. It amazes me how a quiet moment in the morning just to whisper humble gratitude and ask for guidance and protection is all that's needed to make it even more quiet and still. I ended my prayer, stood up from the floor, and smiled at the clock. It was gonna to be a good day. I tiptoed back into the shadowed bedroom, kissed Zac on his still-warm-in-bed face, whispered I loved him, then quickly slipped away and bustled out the door to school.
I smiled at the purple, pink, and hazy blue sky as I rushed to the HFAC. I breathed in the amazing air, feeling light. In my stage combat class, I worked with my partner on our quarter staff fight, got frustrated, then more confident in the choreography. After breaking a sweat in class, I flew back home to take a shower before my next class in an hour. Zac was still sleeping when I stepped inside, making my heart go pitter patter.
[Then he toasted us some Poptarts].
That may not sound very special, but for us it was. Wild Berry poptarts were my favorite as a kid, as well as Zac's. When I was little, my dad used to buy my brother and I certain kind of poptarts when we'd visit over the weekend. I always got the Wild Berry or Chocolate Fudge. For the longest time, I couldn't find Wild Berry poptarts anywhere! But we found some last night at Walmart. I kid you not, I cried when I asked Zac if we could buy them. hahaha I was a little tired and grumpy when we left for Walmart, so that was all it took to send me into hysterics. :)
After eating breakfast with the hubby, I hurried getting ready, needing to be at the HFAC in half an hour. I let my hair do it's own thang. I quickly put on a little makeup and perfume. Then Zac and I left for campus together, hand in hand. We made plans for me to go to his
[Chemistry class], because I had a two hour break after my next class. We parted ways when we got to the HFAC. As I sat in my theatre history class, I took notes while simultaneously brainstorming ideas for [my next play]. Check out my other
blog!
In Zac's Chemistry class, I was
[quite the rascal]. I wrote ridiculous notes to him, whispered secrets to him, and generally caused lots of fun. hehe. After sharing that wonderful hour with him, I went to my last class of the day, Fundamental Lit. Interpretation. We talked about the
[1951 version] of
A Streetcar Named Desire and the play by Tennessee Williams.
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| MARLON BRANDO. OM NOM NOM. |
After lit, Zac and I bought stamps then walked home on our merry way. I was really sleepy, as mentioned earlier, very rascally. I fell down in front of the Heritage Hall dorms and rolled around on the grass, calling out for Zac to play with me. We wrestled, threw grass on each other, kicked up leaves, and laughed a lot. We eventually came up with a game where I'd count to two, run, and on three, [jump in his arms]. Then he'd spin me as fast as he could. Looking up at the gold, red, brown, and orange leaves above me as I'd spin was so breathtaking and the laughing only made it that much more magical. :) Whenever he put me down, I would fall over on the grass, moan, then ask to do it again. On our last spin, I was screaming so loud I thought he lightly touched my face to remind me to be quiet, but then found out it was his glasses hitting me in the face! haha
Then Zac and I took a [long nap] together waking up in our room warm with that afternoon feel of safety and reminiscence.
