Headaches

So when I lived in my old apartment I used to get bad headaches all the time.  This hasn't happened much since I moved.  Until yesterday, when our internet got fixed.  But I'm pretty sure that the internet does not emit headache inducing waves.  It just distracts me from the fact that I don't have much food at the moment.  But friday is payday and I'll be getting a rather larg check.  I'm quite pleased.  Now to survive until Friday.  But I know I will, water is free and a human can survive three weeks with out food, and I have food.

The Tempest

How fitting that I'm working on the set for the Tempest with the crazy weather outside right now.  I just wish that I wasn't, because I love this weather.  It reminds me that there is more to life that struggles, and that the struggles I have will end.  Plus I just love rain, I'm not entirely sure why.  This week has been stressful, I had to quit my favorite job in order take a job that will give me enough hours to pay for rent.  And the Tempest is going to be the death of me I swear.  I have to cut and arrange and glue down all the pieces for the backdrop.  I just hope and pray that it will turn out alright. I'm sure it will, but I worry anyway.  At least I have patterns for the rocks and plants mostly done.

Family

Well, my family came to visit me this past weekend.  We played Killer Bunnies and watched many movies.  Drama and Thing 1 decided that I should marry every one of my FHE brothers.  Farmer in particular.  Drama went as far as to write out the plan for our wedding, including a reception in the common area at the complex we currently live in.  Drama and Thing 1 have a new word for guys they find attractive.  Salt, as in I (unit) am a french fry and I need me some salt to be complete.  After this discussion later that evening Princess turns to my roommate Lingo and asks her if she likes guys.  It was quite amusing, although our laughter caused Princess distress.  Although she's only 8 and was extremely tired and irratable by the time this incedent happened.

Indexing

I was indexing names today.  For fun, and since I have nothing better to do with my life.  Any way, there was one name that I couldn't read, because it was smeared.  Well, actually there were lots of names that were smudged, but most of them I was able to make something out.  This particular name I could read the first two letters and the last letter.  So I looked up what I was supposed to do with this amount of information.  Since there were multiple letters I couldn't make out I was to use the somewhat standard wild card of *.  This did cause me some concern, since what I had to submit turned out looking like this Sh*t.  to the poor family whose named ended up like this, I'm sorry.

New Month, New Post, more problems.

So this summer has been pretty good so far.  I'm out of work, have $29 to live on until I start working again (July 10), have no internet in my apartment.  Fell into like with a kid in my new ward and had a complete emotional breakdown when I found out that said young man is planning on moving in the fall.  Yeah, I'm not even sure why I admitted that.  My family is going to try to come up for the 4th of July, but I don't think that they will.  And instead of looking for work today I spent 3 hours playing Life with my roommate.  But despite it all, I think that this move has been decidedly one of the best moves ever.  I'm practicing my piano and flute skills again, which have long been neglected.  My right shoulder gets a decent workout every Sunday, I'm on the music counsel and have been the chorister every week since I got the call.  And I've made many good friends, we'll see if they last but for here and now it is a very good thing.

More Twilight Information

So, as some of you may know my cousin was in Twilight.  Well, I recently found out that he was the favorite extra.  He got to be on set every day.  They also were seriously considering him for the part of Jacob, but one of the large reasons he didn't was that he had a mission to go on.  He left the week before the film hit theaters.  Oh, and my cousin is on the back of the DVD cover.

Poker

So the other day a group of friends and I were playing Yatzee in the Wilk.   And then we all started to pull out our cash to get Jamba Juice.  Some one thought we were playing poker.  It made me laugh.  But now I almost wish we were.  I need money, I have a job for the next two weeks but after that I'll still have a job, but no hours.  I am planning on starting selling stuff on eBay, but until my new apartment gets the internet fixed I can't really do that.  So I'm just looking for anything that I can do to get money.

Cousins and the Language Barrier

So my three year old cousin got very upset this morning as we got ready for church.  I told her that she had a very pretty dress.  She got mad because it wasn't a dress, it was whatever the spanish word for dress. She understands both languages pretty well, but she doesn't understand that there can be multiple words for one thing.  Plus the primary language at home is Spanish.

Wanted: someone to serve me.

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Living with secrets

So what do you do when you find out something?  Something that could potentially afect the future of your life.  Something that is more sad and horrifiying than one should have to imagine.  And no, I'm not going to tell you what it is.  It's not my place to tell.  But I'm trying to process the information.  And it's difficult.  Really really difficult.  I'm just glad that it's not actually something that affects my family. Just a close friend.  A very close friend.  And I don't know how to deal really. My friend didn't even tell me, I found out from my mom. So if I haven't been acting quite normal lately this information may have something to do with it.  Or it might just be finals.

Summer

So the summer is almost here. And while I don't have any idea of when I'll be able to work or anything, I'm way excited.  I'm moving directly behind the library.  And I have recently purchase the Sims2 computer game.  And I'm loving it.  And it is taking up entirely too much of my time.  Yeah.  I have almost a full neighbor hood, complete with the town hooker.  My roommate was shocked when she found out.  There are two babies and I'm having entirely too much fun with them.  The babies do get annoying and I can't seem to keep their mothers healthy, but that's kind of like real life. 

An additional note on the Sims, I tried to play it during conference this weekend.  I had conference on in my room so I was still paying attention.  Sort of.  Any how, my computer refused to let play during conference.  It completely restarted itself.  My roommates claim it is a sign.

Another Sunday Night

Once again I find myself up far too late on a Sunday evening/Monday morning.  I need to go to sleep, so I will.  But I have to get up at 6:45.  and that's about five hours away.  Which is about the worst amount of sleep ever.  I can function fairly well with four or less hours of sleep, and even better on six to ten.  But between four and six hours of sleep is killer.  I wake up exhausted and can't function worth beans.  Maybe I should just set my alarm an hour earlier than I want to.

What I bought today

So there are three girls in my apartment. 
There are also three tvs.  with cable.
And there are three dvd players.
Three vcrs.
Three computers equipped with the internet and dvd drives.
And we basically only use one.  My small tv. 
not the large tv in the living room.  But my little one.  Especially since I've purchased a cable for the tv.  Oh well.

Late Night Question

At what point does it become too late to go to bed and still wake up in the morning for class?  And is that the same point that it becomes better to stay awake and pull an all nighter?  And does the time you went to bed the previous few days factor into the decision at all?  What about the time you woke up those days?  And does the material that is keeping you awake factor into the deciding point?

Letters

It makes me happy when I get stuff in the mail.  And I got a letter from an old friend this week.  In which he spent a page explaining to me why he took so long to write me back.   And according to my best friends not only do Mish and I look alike, but we have basically the same handwriting.  Any way, as happy as his letter made me, it made me a little sad too.  I mean this kid meant a lot to me once.  And maybe still.  I really don't know how I feel about him right now.  And I don't how I should feel about him.  It felt so right over the break sitting in his living room with his family, playing with his neices and watching the guys play rockband.  Oh they let me play too, but it was more fun to watch.  I feel like maybe he could be the one, but then I'm like wait.  I haven't talked to him much since 2006.  That's like two and a half years.  And now I start thinking I like him again?  I can't like him again.  He's never going to live anywhere near me again. We want completely different things from life.  Or at least we did.  I don't want to move  to Japan so my husband can be a manga artist.  But I do want to be able to sit around with my future husband's family just as comfortably as I can sit around with my own.  And I want someone who has siblings that I can get along with.  Even though I'm the oldest of a large family, I do want a large family.  Not neccesarily my immediate family, but an extended family too.  I want to start really random family traditions.  And to think that all this random thinking was started by getting a letter.  A single letter from an old high school friend.  Who by the way is not much younger than me, despite only recently leaving on a mission.

What I'm going to do with my tax refund

Go grocery shopping!
Pay rent :(
Put money in savings
Buy some big bulky plastic drawers. Preferably pink.
Get a cable for my second tv, so that I can watch tv in my room when roommates are out in the living room macking out. This is not directed at any current roommates, but at the fact that I'm going to be living with five other girls again.
Maybe buy a drying rack for my laundry so that I only have to use the washing machines. this will of course remain in my room.

Baby showers and the language barrier

So the highlight of my weekend was going to my Aunt's baby shower.  Her son is due in about a month and it was quite fun to spend time with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin.  What was not so fun was the fact that I had to figure out how to play the games by watching every one else play. It was enjoyable any way, but I was the only guest that is not fluent in spanish.  And since my aunt and many of the guests were from Chile this did cause quite a barrier.  I hung out with the ladies for awhile, but I got bored of not understanding anyone, so I decided to hang out with my uncle.  Which ended up turning into him educating me on conspiracy theories.  Like way intense ones that whether they are true or not have lots of dead bodies piling up around them.  And then I came home to find my roommate gone, having left the computer on playing a movie and a half eaten slice of pizza on my other roommate's bed.  Which whether I believe the conspiracy or not is a rather disconcerting thing to come home to have just talked extensively about the mysterious disappearances of many people reportedly involved in cover ups or exposing cover ups or closely connected to those involved.   Don't worry, all is well.  I rather miss my music intensive uncle, he was more fun than this conspiracy minded uncle that seems to have replaced him.  I feel bad for his kids, they will never know how much fun there dad used to be.  oh, he's still way fun to hang out with, but not as much as he used to be.

I got bored

So I got bored and stole this from a couple friends.

1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
Mish

2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
Um, do unanswered letters to missionaries count? If they do than yes.

3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
The closest thing I've had to an alcoholic beverage was cleaning my glasses or a thermometer with alcohol.

4. What was your FIRST job?
Warehouse Supervisor, it's been downhill since.

5. What was your FIRST car?
That I owned: I have yet to find out. that I drove regularly: a blue and white Ford 15 passenger van.

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
The most recent text that made it through the block was from my bishop's wife. This was a month ago.

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
me.

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
my mom

9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
Toronto, Canada. And they though I was being kidnapped

10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
Mish or Silver. Sort of (see first love) and no. And no, I'm not saying Mish was my first love.

11. Where was your FIRST sleepover?
My cousin's house.

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
The girl at the creamery

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
I've never been in a wedding. I don't remember the first wedding reception I went to either, I was like 3 or 4.

14. What was the FRIST thing you did this morning?
Watched the tv shows from last night.

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
I haven't been. Unless you count my friends high school concert.

16. FIRST tattoo?
A temporary tattoo of the zebra from that fruit flavored gum with the zebra.

17. FIRST piercing?
my right ear, followed closely by my left ear.

18. FIRST foreign country you visited?
Canada

19. FIRST movie you remember seeing?
Home Alone Two

20. When was your FIRST detention?
I never had detention. I got first got grounded in second grade

21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?
California.

22. Who was your FIRST roommate?
My older brother

23. If you had one wish, what would it be?
To have all the memories of single life but skip over actually living them.

24. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?
Genetics

25. Who do you think will be the next person to post this?
no one

And Coming up Next

So I used to think that I don't watch much TV.  But then I realized something.  I watch more TV than most people I know.  And to illustrate this I will now give you my weekly television schedule.  Don't judge, I don't actually spend my entire week watching TV.

Sunday

Cold Case
The Simpsons

Monday

One Tree Hill
Rules of Engagement
Big Bang Theory
How I Met Your Mother
House
CSI: Miami
Chuck
Heroes

Tuesday
The Mentalist

Wednesday
CSI: New York
Lie To Me

Thursday
CSI
Eleventh Hour
30 Rock

Friday

Numb3rs

Shows that I've watched in their entirety

Friends
Shark
Charmed
Full House
Doogie Howser, MD
Jericho
Gilmore Girls

Shows I plan on watching in their entirety

JAG

To Mister Right aka Thomas

I know that you are out there somewhere.  And I'm looking.  I really am, I hope you don't think I've given up.  Because I'm too young to give up on you.  And I know that somewhere out there you are looking too.  Or at this exact moment you might not be looking for me, but you are preparing yourself for me.  And if you happen to be someone who follows my rantings on my blog I'm sorry if I come off as a brat.  I don't mean to be.  And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm head over heels for a couple of other guys.  They've just been a major part in getting me to where I am.  And if you happen to be one of them you already know this. I look forward to meeting you and I am trying to be better myself.  Sometimes I feel like giving up, but then I don't.  And don't be too dissappointed if I make the first move.  It's been a year since I've been on a date and I've never been asked.  But I'm not really that bitter. Honestly.  I try to take everything in stride.  And you are out there somewhere.  But you better not be sitting around waitng for me to find you because it ain't happening.  I'm never going to find you if you aren't looking for me.  and i realize that this doesn't work in real life when someone gets lost, one person should stay put.  But this isn't life, this is marriage and we both need to be looking.  Good luck in finding me. ;)
Always,
Unit of Energy

Ha! Miss Inappropriate is better than you

So, I just thought Sam should know that my blog is more family friendly that his is.

Learning to Take

To those of you who know me and have heard my life/wedding/birthday plans, many of which involve ways to get people to give me stuff this post may be a surprise.  While I love people to give me things (who doesn't), I hate having to ask for people to give me things.  Especially important life sustaining things like food.  It is one of the hardest things to realize that you don't have the money to buy a box of sweethearts, my favorite thing about valentines  day.  They were only 30 cents.  That was a very sad day.  So I was surviving on basically an apple a day.  And now I have received food from two different sources.  But you have no idea how hard it is to sit there and have to take advantage of people and their generosity. But I'm getting more hours at work now and will be able to feed myself soon.  But if anyone has an extra VCR I'll take it ;)  Yes I want one, no I don't really expect anyone to give me one and will likely be a tad embarrassed if you get me one.  And I work today and tomorrow so I'm getting fed well today and tomorrow.

Friends

So I have some pretty great friends.  Who apparently worry about whether they should drag me to the hospital or not.  I say not, seeing as an hour of sleep makes even the worst of headaches go away, at least for awhile.  And I have friends that anomously give me food, which is pretty great too.  Seeing as I can't spend any money at all between now and my next paycheck in two weeks if I plan on paying my rent.  Which means that I'm basically stuck at home for the next two to four weeks.  I really need to find someone to ask me on a date.  Because I'm of the school of thought that says that the person who asks is the person that pays.  And I have some food here, and my job feeds me on the days that i work.  So I'm going to be catching up soon.  And someday these insane money troubles will be over.

Another round of tears

Why am I such an emotional person?  I never used to be.  Until...crap.  I just realized that my getting randomly emotional started with Mish.  Oh, it didn't always revolve around him, but it started around the time when we started being really good friends.  So anyhow, this new round was brought on by my recieving his mission address.  I don't know why I care.  I'm young, beautiful and make my roomates jealous by dressing cute for no reason.  And I don't date, I sit at home blogging about a guy that I don't even care about like that anyome and cry.  I hate this.  I really need to get out more.  But it's hard.  And I'm poor.  I watch my friends date, get married, go on missions, have kids, and I fell left out.  What am I doing with my life?  Nothing.  Paying bills to go to school to get a degree that won't even pay that well when I'm done.  And I write papers on marriage.  Yes, I have a strange fascination with the subject.  I can relate pretty much any topic back to marriage and write a convincing arguement.  Movies?  The theme I find always involves love or marriage.  Shakespeare? The many marriage practices evident in one or another of the plays.  Art?  She looks sad, her husband must be away. Family Life? How I'm preparing for marriage. I will admit that I have also had many papers with marriage as the assigned topic.  I once had to write a paper on marriage and preparing for marriage based on a chapter in Genesis.  And one semester I had to write three or four papers on marriage in my various classes.  So I learned so much from researching those that I've just carried that knowledge over. But however much I love marriage, there is no one that I have met that I would marry at this moment.  And there was a point in my life that I was going to possibly wait for Mish to come home from his mission before I got married, but I've given up on that.  I've rather given up on ever being asked out too.  I'm going to be a single, poor, lonely set designer for the rest of my life.  I hate this.  And on being a set designer, I'm going to be assistant scenic designer on another production this season.  I hope it turns out all right.

A Guide to Unit's insults

If I am in hysterics, I don't actually mean anything by any perceived insult.  I'm too high to care.  And yes I do call this a high.  It is self induced without the aid of any chemical or controlled substance, but it is a high none the less.  I have friends who don't let me drink caffeine because I'm crazy enough without it.

If I throw a fork at you it means that I'm an a slightly angered person looking for a mob to gang up with to drive you out.  The force behind the throw indicates how much I actually mean it.  More force = more meaning.
If I drop a knife at your feet it means I like you and am flustered by your presence.
If I throw a knife at you you should be scared.  This is a sign that I seriously don't like you.  Learn the difference between dropping and throwing.
If I tell you stories about slashing boxes violently, I'm testing you, to see if you still trust me enough not to beg for a room/ward/girlfriend/friend change.
As for spoons, I don't really throw spoons around.  I'm not sure what it would mean

If I refer to Jorge or sad cows I'm in a bad mood, not insulting you.  Jorge cheers me up.

I generally don't insult people.  I promise.  If I refuse to speak to you except through a computer I am not trying to insult you.

And if there is some random thing I do that you think might have some secret meaning, it probably does, and I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.

bitterness

I don't know why people don't pay attention to me when I post tags I recieve.  Because I was tagged again.  And I don't feel like coming up with another seven random things about me.  But I might. But I don't feel like mentioning who tagged me.  Stupid roommate's boyfriend.  You know who you are, and you know that I don't actually hate you, and by now you probably know why I haven't been in the greatest mood this weekend.  Stupid boys and stupid headaches and stupid stomach aches.  So today's random facts about me will revolve around my bitterness this weekend.

1. I don't like to be ignored by people.  I don't really care if they are people who actually don't know me, if I recognize them I feel like they should recognize me.
2. I don't like sending people away.  And I refuse to wait for four years for various missionaries to get home before I get married. I can decide for myself while they are gone.
3. I don't like it when people ask stupid questions.  Honestly you are in college for crying out loud, you should already have some idea about the constitutional process and scientific method.  And you should be able to understand simple instructions about assignments.
4. Money was invented by the Devil so that I would have emotional breakdowns at random times in public places so that I would never get asked on dates.
5. So were scissors.
6. I love my job but and my boss and my co-workers but they get on my nerves sometimes. Honestly, how hard is it to come down and hold the stupid monitor, it's your responsability as floor director, not mine.  I'm the TOC/redhat.
7. I don't really care to solve peoples problems for them.  Under most circumstances any way.  If you've got a problem go find someone who cares.  I have my own problems to deal with, I don't want to worry about if your roommate is doing her chores or not.  Or if her boyfriend should be dumped or not. If you have to ask people if your stupid boyfriend is treating you right when he dates other girls you are an idiot. (and I promise this is not directed at anyone you know, I may be bitter right now, but that doesn't mean I want to drive a wedge between the friends I actually have.  Or think I have)

Ok, so I'm actually a lot bitter tonight and you get to hear a lot more than seven things.
8. I hate when people think that I'm a happy person when I'm actually struggling a lot.  So I can hide my emotions really well sometimes.  And I'm a generally happy person.  get over it and get to know me so that I can trust you with the real me.
9. My sister is barely 18.  And she'll have a degree in less than a year.  And I've been in college for four years and still there's not much of an end in sight.
10.  I'm still in college.  I was supposed to be graduating this year.  I was going to be gone before Falsetto got back and now he'll be back when my sister gets here.  And I'll still have a year and a half left.  Before my first degree.  Stupid sister. And Falsetto.
11. Morons who don't know how to drive.  And nearly kill me and my roommate while out grocery shopping. Come on, if a car is moving you don't come rushing towards them.  And if people are crossing the street you stop and and let them by.  Idiots.
12.  Laundry.  Come on, why do they build the laundry room so far away from my apartment.  It is the most dumb thing ever.  And making me walk in the cold outdoors. Stupid.
13.Art class.  I really don't care were the vanishing point is. I'm only here because I have to be.  And I think it's kind of dumb that I have to be here.  I'm a theater major and really good at technical drawings.  Why do I have to be good at the artistic ones too?
14. Living on campus sucks.  Just saying. I'm so ready to leave, but I don't think I'll be able to.  Stupid deposits.
15.  Dan never dies.  The stupid evil manipulative man.  Why won't he just go away.  Yes, some may say that I get way to involved in my TV shows.  And yes, I haven't actually caught up to the current season yet.  But still.
16. Research projects.  I hate homework.  Why do I care about who did what with their recent production of Twelfth Night.  Or how current political, social and economical trends affect the production of Twelfth Night. 
17.  Running out of things to be bitter about.  I only wallow once in a while.  Why can't I find more things to be bitter about.  Why do I have to live a life with so much good in it.  It really gets on my nerves when looking to be bitter. 

I didn't think it would be so hard.

Well, he's gone.  He's actually finally gone.  I may see him this next few weeks, but I really hope not.  I don't think that I can deal with it. I'll be fine. I promise.  I just didn't expect to be so emotional at his leaving.  I mean in the past two years I haven't seen him that much.  We only hung out maybe five or six times.  But he was always there.  Just a phone call away if I ever had guy trouble.  Or girl trouble.  Or school trouble.  Or just needed to talk.  And now I don't have that.  I mean sure I can still write him.  And he'll likely write back, unlike some people.  And even if he doesn't his family will let my family know what's going on and they'll tell me.  And I don't even like like this kid anymore.  Why is it so hard to see him go?  Why do I care so much?  I just want him here so I can talk to him one last time.  One last time that isn't interupted by various Christmas Eve traditions.  Why?  Why do I feel like I did last time?  I've been through this before, I know how to deal with it.  But why is it so hard?  Why does he have to be a good young man and leave on a mission?  Not that I want or would accept anything less from him.  But still.  So I guess this is goodbye Mish.  And I know you will never read this, but I'm glad you are going, I really am.  But I'll miss you. I'll call you in two years.

I'm not scandalous

I was informed today that I might scare a missionary.  Not a missionary in general, but a certain missionary whom I have never met.   Now just to clarify I apparently would scare this young man because of my dirtyness, crudeness, or just lack of innocence.  I would like you all to know that I'm perfectly innocent.  I blush at everything, and giggle out of nervousness.  And maybe I make a joke here or there.  But I'm not a dirty uncomfortable person.  I'm just very comfortable in my current surroundings.  Which may or may not be conducive to conversations that would lead someone to think that I would scare this particular missionary.  I promise that I know how to behave myself and am not be scandalous.  Just look at everything you knew about me before you visited my apartment.  I am still quite innocent, honest.   Mish and Silver still make me blush and giggle at awkward subjects.  Actually pretty much anyone can make me do that.  And there are subjects that I try to avoid.  Just because I have something to say on a subject doesn't mean I don't want to avoid it.

Another tag

Ok, first off sorry to miss M&M, I'm feeling lazy today and don't feel like linking to anything.

So on to the 7 things about me.

1) I've only failed one class in my entire life.  I failed social dance.
2) I'm not the quietest girl around.  In fact if you've ever hung out with me you will probably recognized me at a later date due to my unforgetableness.

3) I've never been asked out on a date. I've been on a few dates, but always I did the asking.  One date the guy claims to have asked, but he didn't. He asked why I hadn't asked anyone to see the play with me and I asked him if he wanted to come with me to the next one. 
4) I have been hit on by complete strangers before.  And every single one of them had the same first initial as me.
5) I play a lot of online games, and get bored pretty easily, so if you know of any good ones let me know.
6) I have the ability to laugh and cry at the same time.  Not one and then the other a second later, but actually at the same time. It is a great gift when I don't want people to know I'm crying.  But sometimes I really want someone to notice and care enough to say something.  But not really my roommates, because they probably already know.
7) I collect movies.  Mostly VHS tapes from DI.  I currently own 141 movies on either DVD or VHS.

Sleep

So I haven't gotten a lot of sleep this week. So I'm going to bed early and hoping that no one wakes me up, but if they do they better be doing something fun.  Because I'm also bored.
See you all in the morning,  or around ten pm, depending on when I wake up.

Irreparable Mistakes

So I made one today.  Yes I, Unit Of Energy (insert my real full name in place of unit of energy) have made the first irreparable mistake of my life that I can remember today.  Ok, so it's really not that bad, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't fix it.  As some of you may know, and others are just finding out, I'm assistant set designer on one of the productions this season.  And with this responsibility I need to put in hours helping to manufacture the set.  My job was simple enough.  Hem the curtain.  Measure the curtain to the right height and cut and hem.  And I measured and measured and drew a straight line and thought about measuring again and decided not to and cut.  And cut six inches more than I should have.  And I got so stressed out because once you cut there is no clean way to reattach.  And the stupid thing needs to be done by  tomorrow.  And I started crying and then felt stupid for crying which then made me cry even more and sheesh that made feel even more stupid etcetera etcetera etcetera.  I hate it when I get stuck in such a rut.  But oh well, I'm sure we'll find a way to make it work, even if it ends up being six inches shorter than the final plan, which was six inches taller that the original plan.

Drama

So I'm a theater major.  I should be used to drama.  Especially drama that doesn't directly affect my life.  And yet I feel like I'm involved in far too much drama.  Online drama and real life drama and fictional drama and me drama.  But the online drama really isn't mine to tell, except that I feel like I'm somehow caught in the middle, even though I'm not.  And real life drama is the drama of sisters.  So Thing 1, who once planned on how to take the boy in her primary class to the temple for a forced marriage and at another point planned a wedding between her and a boy twice her age (he was 12), now has about half her seminary class liking her.  And she doesn't know how to deal with it.  She thinks it's weird and wishes they would stop.  Not that she actually asks my advice, especially since I have no experience in the department of having too many guys liking me.  Yeah Falsetto and Mish are out of the picture, and I doubt either of them harbor any feelings they once had for me.  And to be quite honest I don't have the same feelings for them either.  Which is why I think that I should stop writing about them.  But I probably won't.  I was asked tonight why I talk about them so often if we never even dated.  Here's why, Mish was my best friend in high school.  And he's my only friend left back home that is remotely close to my age.  His younger siblings are also good friends of mine.  And as for Falsetto, he's the closest I've ever come to dating someone.  And he doesn't even write me.  I haven't heard from since I woke him up at ten in the morning one saturday a year and a half ago.  But I'm scared to let go of them.  I don't like to lose friends and I've already lost too many.  Silver and I never even speak anymore.  I tried to hang out with her over the break and ended up talking to kids that are still in the community college and have been since my Junior year.  Of high school.  I'm a Junior in College now.  So yeah that didn't turn out quite as planned.  And I suppose that's part of the reason I feel like I'm caught in the drama.  I have friends on both sides and won't choose, but can't quite be there for both sides. Even though I somewhat understand and support both sides.  Stupid drama.  Why must life be so complicated?

I'm glad I didn't see.

So this blog is called You Should Have Seen.  This is because of a song that you can listen to a clip of to the right and if you want to here the whole song I have it. But anyway, this song was one of my favorites when I was in High School and had a major crush on Genius.  Genius was basically the only LDS kid I knew that was homeschooled other than my family and was the tied for smartest kid  in seminary.  The other person in that position was myself.  Yeah, I'll admit that I was super smart in high school.  I've lost it all now. But the title of this blog is still just as applicable today.  I think I'm falling in like with this kid from work.  I shall call him Curses here, because at work we use this kid's name instead of swearing.  And I'm mentally cursing myself for allowing myself to like any one else right now.  Or ever.  Although I do need to get over Mish and Falsetto.  But anyway Curse's has given me a ride home from work twice this week.  Ok, both times I actually had work this week.  But I kinda sorta liked him before.  But whatever, on to the title of this post.  So tonight, or last night or whatever night it was/is, I had two offers of rides home.  One from a girl I'm pretty good friends with at work and one from Curses.  Well, I accepted the ride from Curses, because a) I wanted to get a ride home with a guy and b) he lives in the complex across the street from mine and the girl lives on the other side of campus from me.  But I'm glad I did, because we ended up leaving about five minutes later that the girl left.  And I apparently missed my roommate's boyfriend of sorts by five minutes.  And I hear tell there was some slightly awkward things going on.  Not inappropriate, but things that I'm glad was not the first thing I saw upon walking into my apartment.  And while I'm happy for her I only have one thing to say.  How'd you get a date?  I think I made need some advice here.  Although not thinking about Mish and Falsetto all the time is probably a good first step.

So Guess What!!!

I write my stories of my life at a college undergrad level.



So Ha!  Although I will admit that this entry will likely take that level down.  Oh well. 

Blogging

So I have something like five blogs.  Although this is the only one that links to my profile.  One is closed because the spam bots decided it was spam.  this was a year ago, and it is still in my list of blogs.  Honestly, either unblock it or delete it I don't really care which.  It's just a stupid story that I've been writing in various forms since my freshman year in high school.  I think it's going to be my novel this year.  Either that or my novel will be from one of the stories I have going on over on my writing blog.  Which I had planned on updating daily, but haven't gotten around to for a week or so.  Although that blog is updated far more than my dream blog.  But honestly I don't have that many dreams that I actually remember when I wake up.  Although nothing can possibly beat the never published entries of my oldest blog.  Which I still have great plans for, but I don't know how to approach it.  It's a name blog, but I'm still trying to figure out what format to use and what I'm going to concentrate on with it.  I mean come on, there are dozens of name websites and blogs out there, what can a single, childless, BYU twenty year old contribute uniquely to these sources? 

Headaches

Well, life has been going fairly well.  I've been getting headaches less often, and less severe, but that doesn't mean I feel like doing anything productive while i have one.  I've been going to bed earlier than I used to.  It's been kind of nice actually.  This  morning I had to force myself to stay in bed until my alarm went off the appropriate number of times.  Because if I don't stay in bed long enough I can't stay awake  for everything I need to for the day.  So yeah, just an update for those of you who care.

HAPPY 2009!!!!

Well, it's a new year.  And I spent it with a headache and finally going to bed at 11:30.  And yes I realise that I often stay up that late any way and half an hour is not that hard to stay up for.  But I wasn't feeling that great.  My nose is still clogged and I woke up with a sore throat, but hey.  That's life and that's a cold for ya. But I did play Settlers with my parents, and watched National Treasure 2 with my family.  It was fun.  And Baby Sis was happy.  It was her first year staying up till midnight.  But with Princess and Brother staying up how could we but Baby Sis to bed?  She just wouldn't have stayed if we had tried.  Never mind I was 12 before I was allowed to stay up.  But honestly, why bother staying up?  Just so you can jump up in one year and come down in the next. Which is a family tradition of ours. But the kids woke me up when they finally came to bed.  I don't think Baby Sis found it all that exciting to stay up.