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...