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."