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In the Future, Where Would I Be?
May. 14th, 2006 07:58 pmHas nothing to do with whatever the heck I'm going to write on, but it sounds good (plus, I'm listening to Talk by Coldplay)
Quick Update: Another Sunday night in Logan by myself. It's really not that bad. I like my alone time, especially after church when I try to sound impressive and crap, but it really doesn't work the way I want it to. I think it's better that I just stay the way I am and be the guinea pig/gopher/other-demeaning-rodent for everyone else to have the good life. Besides, there's nobody that would want to spend eternity with me (ref: adapted from a quote I heard in Sacrament Meeting today. It was a cute story; remind me to talk about it later). And it's really nothing a bowl of ice cream would cure, anyway (I blame my insatiable love of ice cream -- ask me about that later, too).
Actually, I'm not as morose as I thought I would be today. I was a little bit this morning after I had a crazy dream about big screen TVs all over Old Farm broadcasting this October's General Conference and me getting kicked out of Old Farm for some unknown, but very serious reason. Plus, everyone else was moving out because Old Farm was building a high dive and people couldn't be living in the apartments because of the machinery and things. I was going to move in with my grandparents, who had relocated to Wellsville, so I could still go to school, but I had to come back to the Farm and get my stuff and everyone was really being mean to me. They would give me dirty looks and say things like "What are you still doing here?" "You're not supposed to be here." and stuff like that. Good thing it was just a dream. It was too strange.
What else did I do? I gave this kid a ride from church, which was awkward, but kinda okay. It only lasted two minutes, so we'll see. He's on my list of "Guys I Like But Nothing Will Ever Happen Because I Have No Spine." Yup, one of those.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
Quick Update: Another Sunday night in Logan by myself. It's really not that bad. I like my alone time, especially after church when I try to sound impressive and crap, but it really doesn't work the way I want it to. I think it's better that I just stay the way I am and be the guinea pig/gopher/other-demeaning-rodent for everyone else to have the good life. Besides, there's nobody that would want to spend eternity with me (ref: adapted from a quote I heard in Sacrament Meeting today. It was a cute story; remind me to talk about it later). And it's really nothing a bowl of ice cream would cure, anyway (I blame my insatiable love of ice cream -- ask me about that later, too).
Actually, I'm not as morose as I thought I would be today. I was a little bit this morning after I had a crazy dream about big screen TVs all over Old Farm broadcasting this October's General Conference and me getting kicked out of Old Farm for some unknown, but very serious reason. Plus, everyone else was moving out because Old Farm was building a high dive and people couldn't be living in the apartments because of the machinery and things. I was going to move in with my grandparents, who had relocated to Wellsville, so I could still go to school, but I had to come back to the Farm and get my stuff and everyone was really being mean to me. They would give me dirty looks and say things like "What are you still doing here?" "You're not supposed to be here." and stuff like that. Good thing it was just a dream. It was too strange.
What else did I do? I gave this kid a ride from church, which was awkward, but kinda okay. It only lasted two minutes, so we'll see. He's on my list of "Guys I Like But Nothing Will Ever Happen Because I Have No Spine." Yup, one of those.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
