Today the first two sessions of the General Conference were broadcast. It was normal. Speakers, music, and prayers. I suppose i didnt listen to it with the right spirit or a soft heart because it didn't touch me like I was hoping it would. I feel that this is the closest I've been to God since I was 14, but I just didnt feel inspired. They were good talks, but I didn't feel that they particularly pertained to me. I must disfunctional.
Its funny how these college Mormons act around General conference time. It's like Christmas for them. They all organize potlucks and breakfasts, and sleepovers. It's pretty funny.
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