I have hope.

I have hope

I have hope that I am a good person in spite of my mistakes...

I have hope that things are going to be ok...

I have hope that what I have been raised to believe is truth...

I have hope that I can become better every day...

I have hope that those I love most know just how much I truly do love them...

I have hope that broken hearts can mend...

I have hope that I can become closer to my Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ...

I have hope that the scriptures are the truth that I believe them to be...

I believe (there is no hope in this one) prayers are heard and answered...

I have hope that I am deserving of the many blessings I am given everyday...

I have hope that there is still good in the world if we look for it...

I have hope that patience and understanding are possible and will be the things that keep me going...

I have hope that I can finish this phase of life and be successful...

I have hope that time really is a remedy for resolution...

I have hope that example speaks to hearts more than words...

Yes, I have hope.

And the bubble is popped.

You know those moments of temporary euphoria where you think something wonderful is happening, and then in a matter of (usually very little) time that hopeful and excited feeling is quite horribly slaughtered? Well, that moment is now.

This post originally had every intention of going something along the lines of:

"Everyone STOP. Pause. Don't move. Brianne currently has a 3.7 GPA for the semester and is worried that too much excitement on anybody's part may in fact scare it away so please revel in its glory, but try not to make any sudden movements."

You know, something like that.

But.
Yes, there is definitely a but in this story.

And perhaps I should have prefaced with the little tid-bit about how I have never in my life had a 3.7 GPA....ever. Well, this morning as I went to check my grades one more time....my joyful bubble fizzled into a heap of..well, popped bubble. I went down through the list of classes and grades

Ed Psych: A
Special Education: A
Africa: B
Renaissance: B
Civil War: A...wha-what? B?!
Ed principles: A...WHAT! A D?!

Yes, it's true people. 2 A's have become a B and D in a matter of days... DAYS! Really?! Naturally you can imagine that I am completely confused and, well, let's be honest here, pretty heated. Anger isn't going to get me anywhere however, and it's only the middle of the semester so there is every possibility that my beautiful 3.7 can become a reality....likely? Honesty again? Eh, probably not. But we'll aim high I suppose. It was nice while it lasted..

Confessions.

Confession: sometimes I watch the Disney channel and laugh my butt off

Confession: sometimes I come to my own blog just to listen to my music playlist

Confession: sometimes I stay up WAY too late when I know I have to wake up early the next morning because I thought of something I feel is surely too important to wait until the next day

Confession: sometimes I drink water and spill it all down the front of myself, wipe it off, and then do it again about 2 minutes later

Confession: The fact that each of these things happened tonight puts a smile on my face.

Thank you, and goodnight.

The Holidays.

Before I get into this post, I must first preface with Ahhh it feels good to be back to this place that is all mine, writing whatever I feel like talking about, and temporarily escaping the reality of my hectic life. I love this journal...

That being said, there has clearly been an extended absence between my last post and now, and I have a lot of long overdue good times that need to be shared. The first of which would be: The Holidays. I loved every second of my two weeks at home! I must say that two weeks was not enough though seeing as the days were filled with best friends and gingerbread houses, grandparents visiting, baking millions of treats, a fabulous Christmas morning, family games, bowling....ya know, I feel the many pictures are self explanatory, so without further ado...

Now, what you're about to see is what we like to call History (almost) in the making. Yes, that would be a frame of ALL (but one) STRIKES! (Sorry mom, we still love you) :]

Maddie was angry she couldn't play the adult games...

It wouldn't be a McArthur get together without a few attempts at acrobatics

And it wouldn't be Christmas (or Grandpa in general) without a little random snoozing with a book in hand.

Needless to say, it was a fabulous Christmas.
I love my family!