Monday, Monday, Monday (insert bright bright and peppy fanfare here)

Today I was awoken by the quiet voice of my father.

"Get up, son."

I stayed in for a minute or two, then I slided off of the bed like a lump of smoothe poured out of a pitcher. That usual voice kept yelling in my head things like, "Get to bed earlier! Stop wasting time! Come on, Keenan!" as I fumbled around in the dark, getting ready for the day.

My father drove me to seminary in his little white Metro we like to call "the tin can". The previous night, I had filled my mother's mp3 player with general conference talks and some tunes. I brought it with me, and listened to the words of the speakers on the way home and back. It felt so missionary-like, and I felt really spiritually pumped by the time I got home. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir's performance of We Thank Thee O God For A Prophet brought a tear to my eye as Sis. Brinkerhoff drove me to my starting point after learning about receiving revelation in seminary. It was quite a coincidence that the fireside from yesterday was on the same topic!

Anyways, I got home and got started on school. Today I had planned to tackle Health and English. Health was a breeze, and English wasn't so bad either. As I studied the final chapters of Huck Finn, I felt inspired to write a song. I said to myself, "You know what, Keenan, you oughta write one school song per year!" And so I will do. Today I wrote a song called Huck's Song. It is sung from Huck's perspective and each verse is his take on a certain character from the book. Will be presented at the Honors English LL tomorrow; so excited! :)

Have you ever had a day in which you were just singin' all day long? That was today for me. I had a lot of fun singing with Gretel this after noon, and when dad got home, we both had fun singin' some Josh Groban tunes together. While my day was fun, it is true that I could've gotten more work done. Stick to the program, ya moron! I think it'll take me awhile to adapt to an organized life. But I WILL adapt to it.