Been a while, eh?

My weekends are always insane. But then, I probably wouldn't have remembereed that I had time tonite to come here if Steven hadn't told me. For a person with a photographic memory, I don't remember things very well.

(This is the time when I mention that photographic memory and perfect/total recall are two VERY different things . . .)

In theatre, they say that the worse the dress rehearsal is, the better the first performance will be. Well, I'm in choir at the Institute here in Edmonton, and if that saying was the only indication for how good our choir performance was yesterday compared to our rehearsal Thursday, we should've been translated! As it goes, though, we did a very good job! Our conductor, Sister Landreth, was very happy with us! We followed all the dynamics, did exactly the right inflections and wording... she was all-around pleased! I'm still getting over my nerves of trying my best. That's the thing about me: I get my "battle nerves" AFTER the fact. Call me crazy.

Steven is studying for an exam he has tomorrow night. He's a little stressed out right now, but at least he's not failing this course like he was failing one last year. I'm really proud of him actually. Even the calsses he absolutely hates without question, he's stuck through and finished. More than can be said for me. I was so sick and tired of my classes in Red Deer, I just wanted it over and done with; I didn't care if I passed or not, cuz I already had the skills I wanted out of it.

That bittersweet memory is flanked by a much better one though: Two days after I got home from Red Deer, Steven proposed to me! It was Easter Sunday and my birthday, so I was absolutely over the moon! I was fighting off a cold when he did, so when he got down on one knee, my throat constricted to the point that I couldn't speak! When he asked if I would marry him, I was trying REALLY hard to talk, but he couldn't see me nodding, so I managed to squeak out a faint "Yes!" I literally squeaked! And it took my mom TWO HOURS to notice my ring at supper that evening! When she finally did, she screamed, just like I knew she would. It was funny.

Friday night, Steven and I got to meet up with my parents at the Royal Alberta Museum. We were going to see my little brother perform as Laman in the "Liken The Scriptures" play being put on there that night. It was the story of Nephi and Laban, and how Nephi did what the Lord commanded him to do, even if it was hard. Laman was Nephi's oldest brother, which was kinda funny, because Tristan (my little brother) was actually younger than almost everyone in the play except for the kids! He wasn't allowed to do his own makeup, so he was a little sad about that.

Only in my family will you find the guys know as much about makeup as the girls do, have AND wear their own tights, and are more fastidious with doing their own dressing and makeup than the girls! That was one thing that my parents loved about Steven: We got him dressed up for a "Medieval Feast" we were holding for the New Year, and he STAYED! We didn't have any extra tights to put him in, but we did have some 'peasant pants', and he stayed fot the whole thing! My mom knew he was the guy for me, and I agreed! :D

I'm tired now. I think I'll go play some games to relax before bed. Ciao!