Friends

I'm so glad that I have friends.  And I kind of feel like all of you are friends.   I know that people are reading this, I just wish I knew who.

Tonight I realized that I'm actually pretty good friends with the kids I work with.  I know I'll always have at least one person willing to give me a ride home after work, which is a good thing when it's a half hour walk home.  In the dark.  Although walking home at night is way less creepy  than walking to campus at 6 in the morning.  At night I know that someone is going to be awake to hear me scream if I get attacked.  No one is up at 6 am on a Saturday.  And at my other job I have some fairly good friends as well.  And I can still call Missionary Boy, at least for another month.  And even though I've given up on ever hearing from Falsetto again, I still write him occaisionally. And people love me.  And that's the best thing ever.  Not me loving others, although that is a very good thing too.  People love me.  My brother even told me that he loves me.  Which is a first.  I hardly know him.  And I suppose I should think of something to email back to him and try to start a relationship with him.  Better late than never.

Happiness is...

Two kinds of ice cream, finding your skate key, telling the time.

Well, life is going well.  Wow that sentence looks awkward.  School is going great, I've been completely caught up on homework every day this week.  I'm ahead on the project due in December.  I'm getting enough hours at work.  I've had something to do every weekend this semester.  Life is good.  But I can't help wonder what's in store.  I've never had life go this well.  So I've been pining for Falsetto recently, but hey.  I've dealt with that before.  I just don't know if I can deal with whatever is about to happen.  And I know some thing will happen, and soon too.  Things are just going to well.  But hey, I'll take it while I can.

The 9000 Men Rant

Let's begin with some rough figures. There are approximately 30,000 students on campus. Around 40% of them are married. For the purposes of my rant these students are all married to other students. This leaves about 18,000 single students. (30,000 - 12,000 = 18,000) Now about half of these are male. Granted many of these are pre-mission or engaged, but they are still technically single. So there are about 9000 single men on campus. And the one who has to start pursuing me is 12 years older than I am. I'm not extremely young. Younger than most my year maybe, but still. He's just really old. And he can't even remember my name. 9000 men , and I get stuck with the Creepy Old Man. He called my apartment the other day, and asked for some name other than my own. He then deleted my number because he thought he had it wrong. And then he found me sitting in the quad between classes today and asked me to homecoming. I made up some excuse about not knowing my work schedule that week. Which I don't know yet, but still. The he asked about this weekend. And I am working this weekend. A lot actually. And then, thankfully, he didn't ask me for my number again. And if by some weird creepy chance he actually is one of my readers, I'm sorry. I did not mean to lead you on (if I did) you just caught me off guard the first time.

Goals

Well, I've never been good at new years resolutions, but Semester goals are pretty good. And since reporting is the best way to ensure goals get accomplished I figured that I would post them here. I don't know if any one still reads this, but that doesn't matter.
SCHOOL
I will do all my homework before class.
I will go to all my classes every day...from this point forward.
I will participate in class discussions, rather than just listen.
SOCIAL
I will get out of the house more.
I will not spend my entire weekend in my room wasting time online.
I will wear make-up.
DATING
See social.
I will try to not scare off the guys with stories of past relationships. (Stupid sub-conscious safety net)
I will not scare them off with stories of my sisters escapades.
I will not give my phone number to men 12 years older than me. Anymore
I will pray that Old Man does not call me.
FUN
I will always have a novel to read with me between classes.
I will watch all my TV shows that I follow, but this may involve watching them online a week later.
I will go to the library once a week.
FINANCIAL
I will only buy brownies from the creamery once a day, or when depressed.
I will leave my debit card at home.
I will bring lunch with me to campus.
MAINTAINING RELATIONSHIPS
I will write all my close friends on missions at least once a month.
I will write the brother I hardly know at least once a month.
I will call home and talk to everyone at least once a month.
WRITING
I will keep up with my ICL course.
I will maintain a notebook of ideas.
I will start a conflict notebook (maybe)
SPIRITUAL
I will read my scriptures every day.
I will say my prayers.
I will go to church.

Recovering

So today has been a pleasant change from the rest of the week. Education week sucks. Although you won't catch me complaing about paying rent in one day. But today was spent in recovery mode. Feet up, TV on, pizza delivered. And next week will be quite a change of pace, before school actually starts again. I love not having anything to do. But I will be glad to have classes again. And Teacher will be back next week. And it will have been a year since Falsetto left. And I'll have a clean closet. Which really has nothing to do with anything, just I like being able to use my closet as something other than a monstrous pile that is likely to eat me anytime I open the door.

Home

So tonight was a little strange. There was a stake dance, and they played Numa Numa, and it just made me incredibly homesick. I want Missionary Boy to call me and tell me where he's going. I want to write him as faithfully and much less awkwardly than I write Falsetto (read maybe once a month, in a good month, and with him giving me the address) Mish and I were best friends. I haven't heard from him since I called him on his birthday. And Silver, the third member of my group of highschool friends hasn't really spoken to Mish or myself since she started dating Boyfriend. Granted I had moved by that point, but still I wish she would call sometimes, instead of just asking for a picture from my family when I dye my hair from light golden blonde to midnight black. Yeah, temporary insanity can strike at any time. As can insane fits of homesickness for something that can never exist any more.

Names and stories.

So I heard back from my new instructor at ICL. She wants my next story by early August. Crap that's now. And I don't even have a story. I have a character who has no name, but she does have a 19 year old brother named Eric, a 5 year old brother Isaac and a babysitter named Emily. She is ten years old, blonde hair, green eyes. But actually I need a conflict to be resolved, and then the rest will work itself out. But was never a ten year old. Ok, so when I was ten siblings the same ages. I really just need to start my collection of story ideas again. And I need to write consistently again. I reallydo love to write, I just don't like doing it for academic purposes. Although I would love to re-write my article on names and get it published. I love names. And I should start working on my name books I'm writing again. not that they will ever be published, but still. She has a name. The blonde, green eyed girl is Lilac. Pronounced Lie lick for all you utahns and other readers who may be questioning my naming abilities. My children will have wonderful easy to prounounce names. And Lingo, I do know that I can not name my daughter Anna Mae, no matter how much I love the names. But I can still have my Kyla Beth. And my Heidi Lynn. And no daughter of mine will have an e tacked to the end of her name, at least not the middle names. Anne is all right as a first name, in fact I would say that it needs the e. But Ann is much prefered (by the supreme naming authority who has never even been kissed yet, me) in middle names.