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Day 572: honest truth
Feb. 3rd, 2008 09:22 pmThat's right. I have a one-day turn-around. My friends love me. I love my friends immensely. I don't think I tell them nearly enough, but they are the best friends ever. I felt so lame on Friday night, and Chani called me. We talked for a few moments before it was decided I should call Weber, and he put me on speakerphone, and we all talked together. It was so great to just hear their voices. We laughed. It was good times. I miss them all and can't wait to see them for Spring Break. They really helped me come out of my weird emotional stupor.
And what an emotional rollercoaster it's been. I hate that a lot. Yesterday I essentially started the day with the funeral broadcast. It was a beautiful service, and I'm glad I went, but it made me...weird. I did my grocery shopping right afterward - all in black, and looking a bit strange - and then went home. Cleaned. Did some homework. Took a nap.
I wasn't feeling all that social, but I went out for the fights anyway. Met Adam's girlfriend and spent most of the night avoiding looking at them while they were insanely cute with each other. I'm not ever sure I want to see Adam like that again. But the fights were awesome. I saw a guy get dropped on his head. I felt vindicated when the WWE guy got beaten down. There's some weird adrenaline rush I get when I watch guys fight. I blame it on all the guy friends I've had over the years who have been martial artists and warriors of different varieties.
I came home, chatted to my friends for a bit, and went to sleep.
Sunday is my favorite day of the week; it's official. No matter how awful I feel, I have all day Sunday to get myself back on track. After church I was a bit of a sinner and went to Amber's superbowl party. I'm not into football, and didn't even know who was playing, but Amber is my friend and I don't spend nearly enough time with her, so off I went. She is a great hostess, and her apartment is really cool, and she also makes excellent food. Me, Halley, and Jason caravaned over to her place from church, as I was the only one who really remembered where it was. I talked to Rachel for the first time in a long time, and we girls traded goofy-sweet stories about the men in our lives. Rachel's man is from England, and in a couple of weeks he's coming to visit. Halley's man is from Ireland - she met him when she was on exchange over there. And well...the guy I like is back home. And I'm going to see him over spring break. It makes me smile.
But no, no, no hearing the bells yet. Not for a couple of years. I have school to finish and the bar to pass before I think of settling down. And I'm thinking of being a dorkface and going to movie night with the girls to avoid the valentine's dance. I didn't realize it was stake-wide instead of just an institute dance, and I know some fourteen-year-old kid is going to try to hit on me. So I must stay away.
I'm thinking I'll survive this week, though. I have grand plans for it. I feel better.
And what an emotional rollercoaster it's been. I hate that a lot. Yesterday I essentially started the day with the funeral broadcast. It was a beautiful service, and I'm glad I went, but it made me...weird. I did my grocery shopping right afterward - all in black, and looking a bit strange - and then went home. Cleaned. Did some homework. Took a nap.
I wasn't feeling all that social, but I went out for the fights anyway. Met Adam's girlfriend and spent most of the night avoiding looking at them while they were insanely cute with each other. I'm not ever sure I want to see Adam like that again. But the fights were awesome. I saw a guy get dropped on his head. I felt vindicated when the WWE guy got beaten down. There's some weird adrenaline rush I get when I watch guys fight. I blame it on all the guy friends I've had over the years who have been martial artists and warriors of different varieties.
I came home, chatted to my friends for a bit, and went to sleep.
Sunday is my favorite day of the week; it's official. No matter how awful I feel, I have all day Sunday to get myself back on track. After church I was a bit of a sinner and went to Amber's superbowl party. I'm not into football, and didn't even know who was playing, but Amber is my friend and I don't spend nearly enough time with her, so off I went. She is a great hostess, and her apartment is really cool, and she also makes excellent food. Me, Halley, and Jason caravaned over to her place from church, as I was the only one who really remembered where it was. I talked to Rachel for the first time in a long time, and we girls traded goofy-sweet stories about the men in our lives. Rachel's man is from England, and in a couple of weeks he's coming to visit. Halley's man is from Ireland - she met him when she was on exchange over there. And well...the guy I like is back home. And I'm going to see him over spring break. It makes me smile.
But no, no, no hearing the bells yet. Not for a couple of years. I have school to finish and the bar to pass before I think of settling down. And I'm thinking of being a dorkface and going to movie night with the girls to avoid the valentine's dance. I didn't realize it was stake-wide instead of just an institute dance, and I know some fourteen-year-old kid is going to try to hit on me. So I must stay away.
I'm thinking I'll survive this week, though. I have grand plans for it. I feel better.
