My Thirty-third Post

So I was all alone in my apartment for a significant period of time tonight. So I do what I always do in this situation: I put on a DVD and proceded to do some cleaning. Among other things, I found myself straightening all of the towels on the racks in the hallway. They are now all lined up and perfect looking. When my roommate, B, came home she walked down the hallway, and then did a double take when she noticed the towels. She just looked at them for a moment, looked over at me, and said "I think you have OCD." Then she went off to the kitchen without another word.

Hee.

My Thirty-second Post

So I went to the lake on Saturday. It was wonderful. I went with a bunch of fun people. We came home and made fajitas and then we watched a movie. It was a wonderful, social experice. I don't care that I only know ten people in my entire ward. I have friends and I have fun. So there.

My Thirty-first Post

A converstaion recorded on the back of my sacrament program on January 8, 2006:

H: You maketh me feel irreverent

Me: I ameth irreverent. Cool pen!

H: All my pens are cool. I see no J [ex boyfriend].

Me: Poor baby. Maybe you broke his heart.

H: He said I did. The new D, I believe, is the cutest in the ward—too short though.

Me: Just what we need—another D. We should bring him baked goods and then you could ask him out.

H: Um. No. Too short. And what do you mean another D?

Me: There are 4 or 5 in our ward already. How about we set him up with C?

H: Maybe, but we should find out if he’s taller than her first. How about R?

Me: Well, he’s definitely taller than her—but I wouldn’t want to subject him to her right away… just kidding, R is great.

H: Haha! I half want to call J and see why he’s not here but also I think it might be better if I act as mean as I can so he gets over me?

Me: Well, if he’s mad at you already, I think that’s a small step to “getting over” you. Maybe. I don’t know. I want to walk to B’s after church.

H: No! Roommate council first!

Me: Uhhh… okay. Anyway, I have to clean my room before I do anything. I just feel like going for a walk.

H: So… walk home.

Me: Well, I was gonna use my helicopter, but I guess I could walk…

A converstaion recorded on the inside of my sacrament program on January 8, 2006:

Me: Did you just say "Nice solo, you cheap whore"?!?

L: No, I said "Nice solo, you church whore."