I guess I thought it was important

to go grocery shopping at almost midnight.
to clean my portion of the pantry at midnight.
to check blogs/facebook/ksl at half past midnight.

I wonder at what point cleaning my room will become important.

good news

The boy came over.
We had dinner. We cleaned up dinner. I realized I left the stove on.
We watched the game.
We played Connect Four. I won. BYU didn't :(

No first aid kit required.

Today I gave him a bloody nose.

please

make sure if you have something to say about this post you make sure you are one of the first two to do so. As you can see I seem to have a think for 2 comment posts.

Awkward story of the day. I have a fatty crush on a man in my ward. Today we were sitting together at a mingle. We were talking and he looks down and realizes my hands are shaking. Okay it was more like quaking... I couldn't come up with a reason to explain the shaking, so he flat out asks me if he makes me nervous. (*uh... ya think?) A few minutes later we both rounded the same corner going different directions. Consequently I made an embarrassing surprised noise.

He must think I am insane.

I have fallen in front of him-more than once. I visibly shake because he makes me so nervous. Sometimes I get lost going to ward activities, and I can't navigate the hallways at church.

But.

The good news is he is coming over to watch the game with me on Thursday.

noted

I want to buy a motorcycle. No really, I am serious. I have been told that no one would want to marry me if I do. Well, at this point I am not sure I will be able to tell the difference.

I got a new phone number. It was kind of by accident. I am bummed. I wanted to keep that one...

I am going to Tridell this weekend. I haven't been there since New Years. It is about time. As a plus I got out of a date I didn't really want to go on.

I folded some laundry and am kind of proud of myself.

"You look happy"

I went to the Ford store today. Bob asked me how I was doing. I answered positively and he responded, "You look happy." I am.

Life is good. I am going to Idaho in the morning. I got to see my mom for a few minutes today while she was running errands. I have a full gallon of milk in the refrigerator. Its payday. Mary said I was funny.

I got to spend some time tonight with a boy I have a thing for.

Life is good.

two posts in a week!

There once was story about two best friends. They were roommates and went to the almost all of the BYU Men's Basketball games together. And they got cake after 80+ point games. Then one friend moved away. It was sad. The next year she came back for the season opener and for cake. Over the course of the season boys came and went, and they discovered that going to the games together was way better than going with ANY of these guys. To make matters worse, NONE of the games they went to were high enough scoring to merit cake. The regular season wore down and they decided to go to the last game. 

They were not disappointed.

What a good day to be a cougar fan! 

I wish

that my posts were more exciting. But then I remembered: only 3 people read them. And those 3 people already like me. 

I think it is hard for me to be a girl. 

I don't have fake eyelashes. I am not sure how to properly apply root lifter. I love eating a cheesesteak--all 503954309034 calories of it. I am not sure why someone's girlfriend is jealous of me. I don't know how to fix that. I don't want to small talk with my roommate in the morning. I get impatient waiting for a fella to make a move. I love BYU Basketball and get a little too emotionally invested in it. I have a hard time know how to talk on the phone to anyone I am not really close to. I don't know how to tiptoe around a guy's pride when I know more than he does cars, current events or sports. Sometimes I don't want to. 

Being a girl is hard. And I haven't even come close to the part where I have to give birth.

oh. and every time I leave the room one of my roommates needs to send me off with multiple variations of a farewell greeting. As I am sitting here in my room with the door closed she came up to her room and said told me again through the door to have a good night. Were the last three goodnights not enough? So if she asks me for the third time tonight how my day was, how do I respond? 

For the record. I don't have a hard time being female. It's just "being a girl."

I started to write down a funny event tonight where I got stuck in a subdivision that spanned  about a square mile with apparently no other entrance or exit than the one I came in. Then I discovered it was a funny event, not so much of a funny story...