Hmmm, I just got a message to call someone in the High Council in my Stake.
I mean, I haven't done anything wrong--other than what every other guy my age goes through. I've worked everything out with my bishop that I need to, we've already had Stake Conference so they won't be calling me to speak, I heard Salt Lake already issued my mission call so everything should be fine there...
what else could it be?
PS I heard Sufjan Stevens' Chicago on the radio today. it made me feel cool
EDIT: Good news. I haven't been excommunicated :-D. Although I'm conducting the music for Seminary Graduation.
About Me
- AttemptingthePath
- I’m a twenty-nothing who is trying desperately to figure out my seemingly complicated life that includes being a SSA/Homo/Gay/Whatever Mormon that has pathetically little control over my emotions. By day, I sell priestcrafts (“Have you heard of the new John Bytheway fireside on DVD?” It’s 20% off right now) to old women, who, in fact, think I’m quite endearing and buy four of said DVD. I’m going to pretend that the inverse of the previous statement isn’t necessary because I don’t think it’s any of your business what I do by night. I’ve been described as “adorable, yet offensive,” (OriginalMohomie, 2007) and “Immature.” (Master FOB, numerous occasions) I am still in love with Natalie Portman, hooded-sweatshirts, and quoting movies. And just like my last “about me”, this one is going to peter out at the end. Just … like … now.
2 comments:
:) I'm relieved for you.
I always think it's funny that I react negatively to "the good guys". When I see a police officer on the road I usually get chest pain before I slow down. When the bishop wants to see me I wonder whether it will be speaking in church or a new calling--neither really particularly exciting. But then the police officer leaves me alone and pulls over a drunk driver making me safer, and the bishop just wants to chat about life and how I'm doing, and I remember that I'm okay.
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