Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day.

The sun is shining brightly, it's not too hot, and I have the swamp cooler on. I'm eating some good lunch, may put on a movie, and will most definitely practice. Life is good.

As of tomorrow, Missionary Brother will have been in the MTC for three weeks. It's pretty awesome. He's starting to get things in his new language, which is good. He's been kind of frustrated. He's already in a leadership position, and from what my mom says, a lot of missionaries look up to him. He's such a good kid.

I think that "snicker boy" got the hint (thank Heaven!) that I'm not interested. He hasn't called since we went out.

I'm moving down to the bedroom on the ground floor this weekend. I'm kind of excited. It's nice to change things up a bit from time to time. I even have a skeleton key for my doors. :)

Cars was very fun, and the company was quite enjoyable.


Snicker....the LAST stand

The picnic was sacked because of inclement weather, which I was very pleased about. We had ham sandwiches in the car and then saw X3. Yes, I liked it just as much the second time. Hugh Jackman is a very attractive man on many different levels. So, even though the date was boring, at least it's over, I got to watch the attractive men in X3, and it wasn't an evening gig. I still have plenty of time to practice.

I'm so tired of boring and/or awkward dates. It's just not worth it. With some people, I can talk with them for hours, and it's not nearly enough time. With other people, it's like pulling teeth to maintain a decent conversation, and I'm so grateful when the previews start. And no, I'm not impressed when you're 23 or 24 and have decided that it's finally time to get serious about school. To each their own, but sorry. Not attractive.


I think I might be allergic to lameness.


snicker, part II

Turns out Ambrosia was right.


Those fingers in my hair....that sly, "come hither" stare that strips my conscience bare, it's witchcraft.

Patience, [Cinderella], patience.

Missionary Brother left yesterday. I can honestly say that Tuesday night was more difficult than Wednesday. Wednesday would have been tougher, but I made myself not cry, and I refused to watch him walk to the other side of the room. I got close. I was choking, but I didn't cry.

I've been more sensitive to life lately. It's good, I think, because I'd rather feel stuff than be dead to the world, but I'm sure it annoys the guys around me. Thank Heaven I've mostly been around family lately.

It amazes me that you can mean so much to some people and other people just brush you aside.

Guy2 is now engaged. He's so happy, and I'm very happy for him. I almost got to meet his fiancee, but she didn't show up while I was at his place. It was really odd last night. I dreamt that he and I were hanging out, and that he kept trying to kiss me. "[Guy2], you're engaged!" "So what?" *shove* "You can't kiss me!" "Why not?" *another attempt to kiss me* *shove* "Hello!! What about J****!?!" "It doesn't matter!" *shove* "Yes it does!! Go away!" *shove* Weird. Funny, but very weird.

I'm starting to get it through my head that Hometown is a completely different world, and that maybe that world is surreal. It's been so nice to be with my family this week, but I think I'm ready to go back to 'real life.'

I think, SC, that fiction vs. reality are very subjective to one's own life. Does optimism necessarily have to be fiction? There are lots of horrible, terrible things in life, but there are also a lot of really good things. Is it worse to ignore the bad things and focus "too heavily" on the good things than it is to overly focus on the bad things while ignoring the good things? I don't think that I'm a terrible person for not being depressed about the starvation that I know exists in the world and being happy that I get to back to work tomorrow (for example). Or maybe I'm missing your point completely?

Sometimes Hometown seems like "reality" and/or "home." It depends on the day, though. Sometimes it feels like someplace to visit and College Place is my "real" home. That's where I work. That's where I go to school. That's where I spend the majority of my time. However, College Place doesn't feel "real" because I live with roommates. It doesn't feel "real," because I know that when school's over, I'll probably move. It's not somewhere I have planted roots. It changes a lot. I'm strung in the middle, I suppose. The people I really care about live in Hometown - my family. I work and live in College Place.

I'm tired and getting rambly. Good night.



There's a kid named J* who took me out a while ago. I can't even remember when. He didn't call me for a long time, which was fine, because I didn't have any interest in going out with him again. He called me about a month ago, and I called him back later, but hung up thinking that he had me mixed up with someone else. He called again tonight while I was at work.

"Hi, Cinderella. This is J*. I met you a few weeks ago at a dance at TS. I meant to call you a few weeks ago, but I've been really busy. Anyway, I'd like to take you out, so how does Tuesday night sound? Anyway, just give me a call back. Here's my number if you don't have it."

I met him at a stake FHE. I have never been dancing at TS. It just made me laugh and I deleted the message. I'm not going to call him back. Were I in his situation, that's probably what I'd prefer. This could potentially be a very embarrassing situation for him, and I really don't want to make more out of it than it needs to be.

I love amusing situations like that. :D They make me smile.

Oh yeah...

I'd forgotten that having relationships "gets in the way" of practicing. How silly of me. Relationships are all fine and dandy in the summer, but what about in the fall when I go back to having no time? Hmmmmmm....


Lunch Dates

Lunch dates, I have decided, make great first dates. Really. There is less money being spent on me, and my date doesn't feel obligated to entertain me for an evening after only having had a conversation or two.

I went with this kid, and only spent an hour in his company. He's nice, but I'm not interested in spending great deals of time with him. He's 24, but you'd almost think that he had just stepped off the plane coming home from his mission. There's nothing inherently wrong with that, but I enjoy people who are a little more mellow. He seems kind of high strung. After his "It'd be really fun to do something again." and my not responding, but waving a smiling goodbye, I'm hoping he'll find someone else to spark his interest and move on. I may not get off that easily, but a girl can hope, can't she?

Guys are SO much easier to interact with, on the whole, when they're "taken."