I get back from school, and my dear brother has kidnapped all of Buffy and Gilmore Girls to Spain.  All that is left is Angel.

I'd forgotten how much I like that show, I mean, I love Joss Whedon, but Angel wasn't my favorite of the three: Buffy, Firefly (best show ever), and Angel.

But now that all I have to watch from SanCho's stash.  I'm liking it. 

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New testimony.  Nothing in particular sparking this one, I just feel like I should write another one.  I was reading my scriptures and I was just thinking about how relevant they are to my life.  I mean, each time I read them I get another message that seems to just jump out at me and say, "Hey!  Read this one because you're going to need it, I promise."  I like that feeling, it makes me feel as though my Heavenly Father is really looking out for me, that he knew exactly what I'd need to hear at this moment in time.

I just got a new set. 

See, We usually mark important or meaningful passages of scripture, and I've had mine for about...eleven years.  They're kind of...massacred with highlighter, pen, rips; so I finally opened up my new set.    They're so pretty. 

Anyway, I'm excited to start coloring this new set.  I think that since I've matured I'll be making some more...organized markings.  There will be a lot. Because that book speaks to me.

I must sound crazy with al of this natter about the Holy Ghost, personal revelation, and scriptures speaking to me in my day that were written, oh...in 421 AD at the MOST RECENT.

But I'm not.  I'm a believer, and I love it. 

Hame Hovit.