The Past Months

Its funny how people act sometimes. Im in a boat right now where, I didn't realize how good things were until I left. Yes I left home the end of February. I thought it was a reason to get away from my parents a reason to make something of what I wanted to be for myself of course. Was I ready? No probably not, but my teenage thoughts were thinking that I needed to get away and experience things for myself. Now this was a good thing for me. I randomly told the people that were important to me that I was ready to move out and get ahead start on life. I had applied to UVSC and I was supposed to go to school in the Summer there. I then went to Utah , me rushing into things I could have waited until August to move up there but this was the trip to just take a look around; and get used to things. I had found many Apartment complexes, I didn't like most of them, I had a spoiled state of mind at the time coming from a beautiful home in Las Vegas, I knew what exactly I wanted and most of those were dumps. Now a couple days into my search, I had came across a place called the Branbury. This place was way rad, I loved the surroundings, and it was just a great place to start, that I thought. My mother and I, went to the main office, little to know that there were contracts for sale. We found one that seemed really cool, so we took a look at it.

I knocked on the door, A guy around 20ish opened it and welcomed us in. He was talking to us about our life, and he had told us that he had been working for this company selling systems, and hes just living life strong. Seemed like a really cool guy. Anyways, I take a look at the room. It was completely trashed and a couple of drawers were missing. The roomed smelt a dirty musk, and the balcony door was open. I walked in picked some things up and took then out in the hall way. The bed was way huge, It was a double in a small room, but it could work I thought. I then walked out and met my mother outside. I wanted this room it was really cool. So we bought the contract. I was excited to finally live on my own.

The nex couple of days I was focusing on moving in and just spending time with my mom. Yes it was hard, as any real human bein; saying goodbye to the one who gave birth to you isn't always the easiest thing, even if you aren't always on good terms. But eventually we said goodbye.

The next couple of months went by so FAST! I made a deal with my parents that I was supposes to look for a job and start doing school stuff. Yeah that was on my mind, I searched eagerly for a job had a couple of openings but people just didn' want to hire me. The firts month was really fun. I met alot of great people in my ward, and in my complex. It was harder to meet people out of my complex because school hadn't started yet. But it was good times. From there it just started going down hill. More and more things started happening in my apartment. The guys in this apartmet ranged from 20-23, and I was made sure I knew I was the youngest. Constant messing and harassing with the youngest kid. but this wasn't all. Alcohol in the fridge and the freezer. Girls staying over all night doing who knows what in the rooms, (being private rooms, they each had there own lock on the doors.) Drugs in the kitchen, and people not going to bed til sometimes 4 in the morning daily. It wasn't a healthy lifestyle. Yes sure I could live with it a period of time, Until one of my roomates brought home a taser. My frustration and anger I've kept in this whole time, finally boiled over. I was sick of it, I was sick of the way I was being treated and the way they were treating themselves. It was old.

My brother only lived a 5 minute drive away. I would go visit him alot and just hang out. He was my best friend, and the person that was there for me. So yes I went over there alot. Whenever I went over there, we would just talk about life. What was going on at home and in our personal lives. It was a really awesome time for me, because I would spiritually, physically and emotionally grow from him and his sweet wife. I was planning on telling him all these things but I just couldn't do it that night. I couldn't open up and spill what had really been going on. Then it happend he asked me how my roomates were. I couldnt lie, I just spilled it all. I told him what had really been going on, and what I as in individual was suffering through. He has my own blood, reacted in a way I was pleased with. He called all his friends, which in time grew to be some of my closest friends, to help get me out of there. Now it was about 11 o'clock and yes they were generous enough to take time out of the own busy lives to rescue me from this what seemed like earthly hell.

I moved out and I had to look for another place to live because I already had payed for my schooling. So eventually I found out I actually was accepted into BYU- Idaho. It was in Rexburg Idaho, and I made the move a day later. Classes began that monday which was in a couple days, so I had to move fast! Rexburg and BYU-I, was one of the best things that had happend to me. I constently prayed about getting me out of that horribla apartment complex. I had received the answers to my prayers, it was one of the most significant events that had occured in my life yet.

Now living in Rexburg, two weeks left of school, and about to go home to my splendid home town Las Vegas. I couldn't be more happier, yeah I have had some down times, ok alot of down times in my life. But I can recognize the up times and the good times. I cherish my time up here, and I love everyone I come in contact with. These people have truly changed my life, in a good way. I cant wait untill I go back to Las Vegas, and be around the people who love my unconditionaly.

Moral of the story, Don' take things for advantage, you never know what you have and what truly matters until you lose it. And its all gone!

People and Money, WHY?

In the past couple weeks, I have came about just some cheap people. Why do people get so caught up in money? Why do people enjoy using people for what they have earned or do they not even understand what they are doing when they are doing it. Over this summer people have asked me, hey can you take care of this and Ill pay you right back? Me being the person I am, I lend money to them, accepting and trusting them that they will indeed pay me back. A couple of times this has happend. I then confont the person the next week. They then get into an argument with me, Why do they have to pay me back and why am I being so dang stingy? The thing is I let it go, Wait for another week and then they ask me to help them out again! I simply laugh at them and they then call me a cheap fool, and I would never help anyone out when they really need it. This is all in there eyes because I would help any one as long as I know they can be trusted.

Money is one of the best and worst physical object I have delt with. Yeah sure people will ask haha why are you making a blog about this? You are just taking this way to serious and you need to take it easy. Well if you just think about it. What are most of the wars about in history, POWER! With alot of money comes alot of power; and with power comes a great deal of responsibility. So what it all eventually goes back to is Money. People will anything and everything for money. Its sad to what aspect people will go to, in there life to either save it or get more of it. Why do people strive for this papery stuff. Is it the look of it, or is the POWER it gives?

Do me a favor? Change the world, and dont let this little thing overcome what you are and what you believe in!