and she lived happily ever after, the end. That's how I had pictured my life when I was ten, I didn't know what would really happen during the conjunction. Well... I'm still not too sure about what's happening before the happily ever after part, but I'm taking it as it comes. One of my most favorite scents is the scent of the air right before a thunderstorm hits. That smell is full of tension, excitement, uncertainty, but most of all it's full of promise. That's exactly how I feel about my life, it has a scent of promise, hope, excitement, and something is definitely about to happen. The only difference between me and the pre-scent of rain is the fact that I'm not exactly sure I know what is going to happen for me right now. All I know is that with God's majestic hand in it, it will most likely be as amazing as watching a summer thunderstorm in my hometown, St. George: dazzling light shows, spectacular surround-sound, and a chance of flood...