The Wafer

My family has a dog.  I use the term loosely, since I don't think that chihuahuas count.  But this dog get easily excited and pees everywhere.  And because of this the dog is not allowed in the house.  And this dog loves to be around me.  And I am terrified that the creature will pee on me.  So when he sneaks into the house I run into a room with a working door and shut it while calming informing the rest of the family that the dog is in the house at the top of my lungs.  This animal's name is Wafer, but I just call it the Wafer.  It really is a rather cute creature, but the only animals I really like are fish, because they don't actually do anything except sit where you put them.  Dogs and cats are cute and all, but they require too much work.  And I have woken up to too many piles of poop to ever allow one into my house when I grow up.  And trust me, getting out of bed and stepping in a pile of poop is the least fun thing that I have ever done.  Except maybe discovering the dried piles of poop that were under my bed from the kitten that hated people.  That was pretty bad too.

I'm old

Just so you all know I am incredibly old.  My baby sister is getting baptised today.  Not Baby Sis, but the sister just older than her.  Princess.  Princess is now 8, and I'm old.  How can my second to youngest sibling be getting baptized?  I don't like this, not one bit.  I can't be that old.  And by the time Baby Sis gets baptized I'm going be out of school.  Do you know how scary that is?  It is the most horrifying thing ever.  I can not possibly be done with school.  Ever, not ever.  I mean I've been going to school my whole entire life.  What on earth will I do without it.  And on top of that I recently learned that Mish's mom and my mom have discussed a possible marriage between our families.  And that can only mean a possible marriage between Mish and myself, since Drama (my sister) and Geek (his brother) were never as close and me and Mish.  And Thing 1 (another sister of mine) and Thing 2 (his younger sister) obviously can't be getting married. 

Life this week

Well, things are just kind of going.  I've been getting enough sleep this week, finally.  And Christmas went well.  I got Fiddler on the Roof the movie, Great Expectations the book, Rummikub the game, a picture of a pink flamingo and a few other things.  It's been nice being home.  I got to hang out with Mish on Christmas Eve, we went to Hometown Buffet with one of Mish's friends.  Mish paid, but that was just because I was all that excited about spending any money.  Not because it was a date, which it most certainly was not.  And I got to play with Mish's nieces. They were so adorable.  One was only a month old, and she didn't quite know what to do when I was holding her, after all I'm a new face.  But the ten month old was just so cute and enjoyed playing peek-a-boo with me.  And I got to talk to Mish's two older sisters that I am also pretty good friends with, but they both were in college before I had a chance to get really close to them.  I've also been able to spend a couple nights at my cousin's house, although Baby Sis has been extremely upset both times I left.  Although she woke up this morning and the first thing she said was "Unit's gone, so we don't have to save a plate for her anymore." I then sat up and told her that I was not leaving until next week sometime.

Sisters

Sister 1:Boy's hands smell bad.  And at dances the boy's armpits - I mean the boy's hands touch your armpits.  So then you have to take a bath tomorrow. Right?
Sister 2: Yes I do.  Why else do you think going to a dance would need a shower afterwards?
Sister 1: Food gets in your armpits.
Sister 2: Food does?
Sister 1: Yes!
Sister 2:Okay well then... What about the fact I that I might get sweaty dancing?
Sister 1: (long pause)  There's air conditioning.

Who needs sleep?

So I'm sitting here awake at 3:30 am. Working on my final that is due in less than twelve hours.  But not to worry, I'm almost done.  And then I'll be going to sleep, until 8:30 when I have to get up and go to work.  And then I will turn in my final, and then I'll come back to my apartment and sleep.  And then on Tuesday I'll go and take two finals, then I'll take my last final on Wednesday and then I'll be done.  And then on Thursday I'll be heading home.  So I'm happy.  And just have like a billion more pages to write until then.  So I must take leave.

The Cougareat

So I went to turn in my uniform today. They have terminated my employment and never told me.  I could have used the $20 deposit back.

My names

I have many nicknames.  And I have decided to give them to you now, at least those that I can without giving away my real name, which as far as I know, you all know any way.  But whatever.
Unit of Energy, the name I most often go by online.  Comes out my lack of creativity and a real life nickname.
Tootrue4u, tootrue4you, other online names.  Not commonly used, but good standbys where I don't want people to know Unit of Energy, as Unit of Energy is easier to trace back to the real me.
Frenchy, and not because of Grease.  I didn't even see Grease until I was at BYU.  No, frenchy is a result of my French background.  Well French-Canadian, but my ancestors were among the original French colonists.  And the first people to settle Quebec.  So I am French.  And I blame the French for all my problems. This nickname was given by a seminary teacher in my stake. It was kept there, until one day Mish and Silver heard the seminary teacher call me frenchy.  And then it stuck with me for the rest of High School.  Mostly because I hated being called frenchy.
The Girl,  my least favorite nickname, this is what my parents and brother called me when I was little, like baby little, until about two.
Twiglt, twiggy, twigs Twiglt was the first of this series of names.  It was Halloween and there was a pumpkin carving contest.  I was trying to carve "twilight" into the pumpkin.  Yeah, I left a few letters out.  And the resulting word has been my name ever since.