Skin Allergies

Well, now Ryan and I have found a place to live that's only about $350 to live plus utilities. It's in a pretty good neighborhood and the guy who owns it is really nice. It was a first deposit first gets the place deal, so we rushed over there. It's a pretty big place. There's a living room, a study/storage area, a bedroom, and a mostly newly remodeled kitchen. However, the toilet is in a different room as the rest of the bathroom. Kind of funny, but I think it could be somewhat amusing to have that experience in a house. It's not furnished, so we'll have to dig around for some temporary furniture since we won't be here too long, at least not together.

I just did a NuSkin dealy at Una Tontaria's house. I scored a lousy 18,000. Apparently that's bad. I don't get enough veggies or something. I should probably eat more of those and take supplements or junk like that. I don't think I get enough Vitamin C either, so I want to fix that.

I'm also using ProActive, which is kind of working. My nose is allergic to it. It's really dry and itchy. Really sucks for me, but Ryan thinks it looks okay, mostly. I was looking at Nuskin stuff. Maybe that will help. The problem is that I'm allergic to a lot of stuff, it gets dry, and itchy. If only I was made of money. That could be fun.

Anyway, I think it's mostly related to stress, most of these issues, so maybe one day I won't have as much and I'll be great or something.

Anxiously engaged in a sweet raise

Finally. Took him long enough. I mean, hurray! I got engaged on Wednesday to my boyfriend, Ryan, and it's exciting business ya'll. He asked me while we were slow dancing and I knew it was coming. I said yes, obviously, since I'm engaged to be marred. I had to tell my whole New Testament class, which was embarrassing and nerve wrecking for me, but now I don't have to do that again.

He's already talked to the folks and has met a few members of the fam. Here's a picture of my ring.

I've also picked out a dress, but I have yet to try it on. As Seth would say, "It's such a great deal!" I'm excited for it. We're planning on December 22 in the Nauvoo Temple, but it's not final yet.

We also just merged phone plans to save us twenty bucks a month from our old plans. And to explain the rest of the title of the blog, I just got a raise in my job just because I've shown that I'm responsible. Pretty much. Now I'm a lead Custodian. Whoo hoo! I guess. Now I'm making $7.58 an hour. That should help me out sufficiently. Hopefully. Yup.

Anyway, I also met Ryan's sisters, which was a mostly good experience. They're nice girls, and it's fun to see the sibling interaction. I also talked to Ryan's dad, Daryl, tonight. We're already on a first name basis. He seems to act a lot like Ryan, so we should be fine there. I also met his mom. They all seem to be really nice and friendly people.

Sorry kids, but I can't get a picture of my dress. It's pretty sweet though. I like it at least. And soon the whole entire ward will know, since Ryan's coming with me to church on Sunday. What a shame he can't come to Relief Society, since I'm singing for the "musical experience" so I'll probably do a hymn or something. It's been a long time since I'v performed a solo, so hopefully it'll all come out right.

BLT Sunglasses

What is up with people and wearing sunglasses inside? I don't get it. Is it a cool thing or something? Does it boost their self-esteem? My Relief Society President wore them recently, but that was because she had been in a car accident and the sunglasses were in place to cover up the huge bruise on her face. Poor girl. Anyway, why should any other normal person feel the need to do that? Apparently I'm having a grand old time venting out that intersting fashion choice. It's different if someone's about to walk outside, or if they're just sitting on their head, not their eyes. But when it's around inside for a long period of time, you'd think they're notice if it was dark inside, but then again, those college students, you never know.



Here's a funny tale for all of you people. I went to the Training Table with Ryan the other day, yesterday actually, after the priesthood session of conference. I ordered a BLT and when we picked it up at the counter, I thought it was looking a bit slim. So I went to our table and sat down, then studied the menu's description of their BLT to what was in front of me. All that was on my sandwich was several slices of bacon, and shredded chedder cheese. Definitely not a BLT. So, I went up to the counter and told them my sandwich was missing some stuff on it. I had never really complained before about food, but this was a bit ridiculous. At the counter, they all started laughing, and informed the person making the sandwiches, about ten feet away from me, that he needed to complete it. I was missing the L and the T part. So they added it, and I was totally fine with their service. I just thought it was really funny.

Blisters the size of my toe. Yummy!

Don't you just love being stressed out with a ton of tests in one week? I really appreciate the teachers synchronizing their schedules to have midterms and tests all in the same week. Total insanity. Yup.

Anyway, I've also been busy with my calling, work, homework, Ryan, Ryan again, and roomates. Life is so busy when you're at the school I'm attending. In past experience, the best way to deal with all of this craziness is to just take it a day at a time and to prioritize homework to what is due first, so you do that assignment or paper before reading for another class. At least it's organized stress.

Ryan and I have been dating for a month, and it has just flown by. It's funny to look at my first day back and we started dating. He's been so great to me. Good man, Ryan is. Gee, I sound like Yoda with that kind of a statement. But it's true, somehow even though I'm spending time with him all that time (I just said time twice in the same sentence, how does that make you feel compulsive indecision?), I feel like everything's going to be okay, school-wise and relationship wise.

The other day I wore some heeled sandals that pretty much killed my feet to the Relief Society Broadcast at the Mariott Center, and came home with blistered and cut up feet. You'd think I'd learn after this happening every time I wore those shoes, but apparently not. Anyway, I got this wicked blister on my pinky toe, which Ryan said was really gross, which is definitely saying something. So he pulled out his knife, and with my permission, he poked a hole in the blister and squeezed all of the pus (spelling?) out. I was pretty grossed out as well, you should've seen my face while I was clutching my favorite blue blanket, but I'm glad it's fixed. It was about the size of my toe itself. I hope nobody's eating while they're reading this, because they might become disgusted or something. I'm glad I'm so descriptive. Good for me. Yay!

Anyway, it's almost weekend, and conference, so it should be spiritually edifying, if not entirely busy with Ryan and homework. I guess if I had nothing to do I would be pretty bored, so I guess that'll teach me to have extra time on my hands.

Raise Nosebleeds Jamba Coat Ryan

I got a new coat today! Ryan must really like me or something, he purchased one for me at the Burlington Coat Factory. It was definitely a successful outing, full of me making fun of the most hideous coats I could find. It was great.

I went to bed at two this morning because I was doing a paper while I was half asleep, so it took about ten times as long as it really needed to. I was able to stay rejuvenated by stopping at the neighborhood campus Jamba Juice and asking for an energy boost. It actually worked, surprisingly enough. I ordered the sixteen ounce size, but I ended up with the next size up free of charge because they made too much or something. Yay!

I also got a raise today, a rather substantial one, I might add, of about twenty eight cents, so now I'm making $7.38, so since I've been a Sanitation Engineer, I've experienced a forty eight cent pay increase. Good for me.


I got done with my Humanities class early today by just a few minutes because my professor started getting a nose bleed. So pretty much he said he'd just finish up that slide and let class out early. The worst part was that I was sitting in the front row, so I could see it really clearly. Lovely. I have never had a nosebleed in my life, and think it's kind of funny when others experience such fun. It makes me think of Ralph Wiggim when I hear the word nosebleed. Ralph is going off to camp and his dad leaves him some parting advice of "If your nose is bleedingi Ralphie, you're picking it too much." and then as an after thought, says "Or not enough!"
Gross!

Ryan and I are doing fantastically. We see eachother every day, and talk about any subject that crosses our minds. We have lots of fun together, that's for sure. It's definitely a great learning experience, about relationships and other such things. It makes you realize how much you can appreciate someone. And then it's hard to imagine life without them. So far so good is all I can say. If I said anything else, rumors would be flying. And I hate rumors.

Anyway, I guess I should follow Una Tonaria's lead and tell everyone else to update their blogs. Yup. Make good choices and be nice to dogs!

Schooling My Life

How about I create some conversation, shall I? How was everyone's first week back to school? Exciting new things to learn at work? Anyone trying to race me for a relationship? Homework piled up yet? Get any great, out of the ordinary, fantastic callings?

As for me, I obviously got my extra special friend, meaning a boyfriend, for those of you who don't speak "(fill in my name here)." I still stick with my anonymity, it's much more fun and if you don't know me, my life doesn't mean too much anyway. I got a calling in my ward, yes Compulsive Indecision, I'm a secretary in one of the three relief societys. I like it so far, and I can tell that I'll be learning and growing a lot, as well as making a lot of new friends. I'm excited for it.

I got my old job back, which is good. I pretty much run the joint. I was a little worried that I would have to go and find another job, since I am a lazy gal, this job I currently have is ideal for the college life I desire. I like knowing how and what I have to do, and just doing it. I have a new boss, so that should be fun. She seems like a real nice lady.

I've got tons of homework, mostly reading, but I'm still working on it. Good for me.

Guess what? I got a printer! It's kind of funny, because earlier yesterday, before I got it, I had a Relief Society meeting, where since I'm the secretary I have to type things up and send them out. It also doesn't hurt to have a hard copy, but I don't really feel like going to the library and figuring out their new system for a few copies. Thus far, I have been using notebook paper, instead of printer paper, since I just got it yesterday. I was even smart enough to hook it up myself. How impressive.

Funny story. Today while Ryan and I were walking home from Stake/Regional Conference, I was looking around to see if there was anyone I knew. I asked Ryan if he knew anyone in the crowd around us, and he pointed to a blond girl in front of us and said, "I know her from work a few years ago." I had noticed the girl myself, and thought she looked kind of like someone I had met before at the beginning of the previous school year, but I thought she was somewhere else beside college. Ryan calls her name and she turns around and she recognizes him and asks how he's doing and then turns to me and I'm smiling. It's the girl I had met before, Susan, one of Compulsive Indecision's friend that used to live with Blue Adagio, unless I miss my guess. I thought it was amusing that out of a huge crowd, Ryan and I found the one person that knew both of us on completely different occasions. Weird, huh?

That's plenty for now. I should be watching the CES Fireside with Elder Eyring. Oh, and you guys you talk to Dancing Queen. She asked a guy out to Homecoming from church, and she said yes. She's super excited, but was wondering how it works now, whether it is considered a date or what. Yay!

Adios!

And more from a life in the peanut gallery

I'm back! And most of you have had the chance to see me in the flesh, which can't be too much of a bad thing I suppose. I have gone shopping, so now I can live, especially on that two percent milk that I love. Good stuff. Don't know what I'd do without it. I bought some of my books, so far the total is a hundred dollars. At least for Russian Choir, it's an easy class, and I don't really need books for that. Whoop dee do.

I have also acquired a boyfriend in my first day back, which must be a record somewhere, it was funny because when I was introducing him to my friends, they asked, "How do you know (my name here)?" and I said, "Well, he's my boyfriend. That's how I know him." and one of them said, "That was fast." At least I can say that at least we know each other more than we might have if we had just been dating. We were able to work on an emotional relationship before we ever engaged in any part of the physical, which I think is kind of a rare thing at this college. That's just my humble opinion and general assumption. I don't know how happy my mother will feel about this, but, there's not really much she can do at this point, though I do respect her opinions and am willing to take her advice. If they weren't concerned, they wouldn't be very good parents. They just want the best for me, and most of all, they want me to be happy and do what's right. Ah. I miss them. They're great.

I'm already all moved in, pretty much. My winter things are still in boxes, but since it's supposed to be a high of 89 today, I don't think I'll need them too much. Although, as most of you know, I do get cold pretty easily. I do eat, I promise. It just doesn't go to providing fat or warmth for me. I'm sure one day it will catch up to me or something. Probably. Well, that was a great post, don't you think? Anyway, back to another lovely Saturday, the last one before school starts. Lucky me.

Second Chances (and coincidentally, my first post as a nineteen year old)

No one has been nagging or I guess, reminding me to update my blog at all. Right. Anyway, I figure now is as good a time as any to inform you all of an extra-special friend I have that will be picking me up from the airport. We dated before, and we're on the "second try." I think it's only fair to give everyone a second chance. Anyway, I like him, obviously, so you should all give him a chance and get to know him. If this sounds cryptic at all, it's okay, because all will be explained when I get back on Thursday! Hurray! I'm nineteen! I'm going to be going through my second year of college! That's scary! Anyway, so Ryan (sorry, I couldn't think of a great pseudonym)and I have been communicating, rather well I might add, over the summer, and I have realized how much he has begun to mean to me, and this has been good, because we've been able to get to know eachother a lot better than I would've back at school, especially since I kind of made the decision to not date him so much, as most of you might know. So here's to second chances.

I took Dancing Queen to seminary today, and am actually sitting in my car typing this. This is the first time I have been able to get internet on this baby for months. It's so great. I'm leeching off some unsuspecting unsecured network. It's great! I'm not too tired yet, but since I'm doing this today and tomorrow, this may very well catch up to me, pretty fast. Makes me glad that I'm done with high school.

Thanks everyone for the occasional phone call and time online, I appreciate it, especially since you are all great and fantastic people. I love having family nearby, it makes life very much more pleasanter. Yup.

So, the moral of the story is, never say never, be open to new relationships, take time for family, and of course, always make good choices!

One Week Til My Birthday!

I've got a job. I've got a job. I've got a job hey hey hey hey. From the movie "The Little Rascals" in case ya'll were curious.

The job is as a prep cook for a week at the Chicago Mariott. I get $10 an hour (whoo hoo!) and it's from 8-4:30. However, I will be working on my birthday, and the fam will be out of town in old Nauvoo. Yea! I get the house all to myself! Maybe I'll eat out while they're gone. I haven't done that for a while. And I owe this job all to my loving and wish that I would get a job mother. She knows someone who works at a temp agency, and so the job was pretty much mine. All the paperwork is done and I am going to start Monday. Party! Or not. We shall see what I do with my time.

Una Tontaria, remember when we went to Tacano's when your brother and your parents were in Utah? I filled out the birthday thing, but since it's for the month of August, and I won't be there any of August, I was curious if you would like me to send it to you so that you guys could use it. If not, perhaps Compulsive Indecision or other blog readers would enjoy it. I would use it if I were there, but since I am not, then, I might as well make others happy.

That is all.

Laundry Systems

Dancing Queen has the most fascinating way to store her laundry. Her clean clothes end up in a laundry basket in the basement, where she goes down to get her clothes from there every day. And then she throws her dirty clothes in a corner in her room, defeating the purpose of the laundry basket. Interesting.

My system is to do the laundry, then hang up the shirts that I don't want to shrink on hangers to air dry. Then my clean clothes end up back in the drawers and my dirty ones in the hamper where they belong. Does that make sense to anyone or not? So, I guess to each his own system.

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G B-E-E

Does anyone remember the last time they were in a spelling bee? I was one with the YSA's at FHE on Mondee (the Utah way to say Monday). I didn't win but I did make it to the top 5, out of fifteen to twenty people. I misspelled aborigine. I had never actually written the word before, or really seen it written so that made a difference. It could've been worse. Somebody had to spell thoracic vertebrae and another Tchaikovsky. Fun stuff, I tell you. These guys can sure get creative, that's all I can say about that.

Vacation Birthday

Well, another birthday on vacation everyone. It seems like that will be the plan for that lovely holiday. I don't mind too much, I'm pretty used to it, and was not planning on a party anyway, I'm still gonna be a teenager, nothing too exciting of course. We have tentative plans to go to Nauvoo the day before and on my birthday. I just hope we're going to stay in a hotel. It's always fun to do, and is a rare occurrance for me. My lovely niece is also going to be having the same fond memories of a vacation birthday. I also remember turning eight on vacation, so it definitely creates some memories. So, happy birthday to me everyone. Nauvoo is one of my favorite places to be, with the cool historic sites, the newly reconstructed temple, and being with family is the best thing ever. Always make the most of it. That's my optimism. I would have included pictures, but the picture button doesn't really seem to work on this old machine. That's okay, it makes you use your imagination.

You brush your teeth, chchchchchchch

Brushing your teeth is important to do. I try to do it at least twice a day. However, everytime I do it, I get the toothpaste all over myself. It's like some life skill everyone is good at but me. Well, it doesn't get all over myself, but on my hand, my toothbrush, and my lips are covered in paste. I just wish there were a less messy way to keep your teeth all nice and sparkly. Is there a way to do it with your mouth closed or something? That just doesn't make sense to me, to be able to do that and get all 31 of my teeth clean with your mouth closed. Enough of that nonsense, everyone have a wonderful day!

What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?

Funny story. My social security card is back at school. I am in the process of getting a new one, one that has my middle name on it hopefully, since it is part of my name after all, not just an "M." I would ask someone to find it, but as I keep telling everyone, I would never wish that task on anyone, to dig through all of my boxes to try and find that little card necessary for employment.

A couple weeks ago on Sunday, my dad was in the other room while my mom, my sister, and I were busy covering a vacuum box for a humanitarian aid project my sister was doing. My mom commented on my shirt, that it was low cut, but I proclaimed loud and clear, "I'm looking straight down and I can't see a thing!" and then we proceeded to work on the box. Then, my mom and sister were discussing where to put the hole in the box to put the granola bars in, and my sister Dancing Queen was thinking of the side, while others, meaning my mother and myself, were heading more towards the top. My mother was telling her that the top would be better, because, "What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?" My dad comes into the living room where we were working and says, "Ladies! I don't know what you're talking about but I want to hear it!" He thought that my mother was still referring to my shirt. Do you see the humor? Kind of like O.Henry's works on irony.

We seem to have an endless supply of chocolate chips in our house. My sister Dancing Queen has been trying to pay back my mother for some time, so she has been doing some fundraising of making cookie jars, with all the ingredients for a batch of cookies, including chocolate chips, so there's about ten bags lying around. My family seems to be addicted to chocolate, and they're dragging me down with them, not like I have a problem with that.

Well, I had better get to the lovely list on the board my mother has left me and my sister. That's what happens when you don't have a day job. I'm working on it though, so you can't say that I've been a complete slacker. All of those wonderful siblings of mine know about the lists on the board, and are probably smiling at this now as they read it, glad they aren't experiencing the same level of fun that I am.

License Plates

I never thought I would be so happy to see an Illinois license plate. Well, I knew I was a huge fan and all of license plates from my home state while I was at school, but here, it is extremely commonplace. Everytime I see one, I think of a phone number, you know, three digits, and then four. Just like a phone number. My mind just amazes me, doesn't it do the same to you? You don't have to answer that.

I don't know why I should be so surprised, but there you go. I like license plates that have Illinois on them. I just have to admit that, and now my conscience is clear.

Can you tell that I'm bored out here yet? I get the impression that my mom wants me to get a job, since in every prayer, she prays that I might find one. I would also like to get a job, but it never seems like it's the right day to find one. It's too stormy, I'm going shopping instead, I want to watch a movie, that kind of thing, but I know that I need a job. I had the option of having two jobs already, either as a nanny, which would really be a mom in my opinion, and to work at my old job at the Disney Store, getting $6.50 an hour, with about ten to fifteen hours a week total. That pretty much sucked, which is all that I have to say.

I did go to Young Single Adults, which was fun on Sunday, to be with people my age again. There's more guys than girls, and I don't know what's going to happen to the branch once all of the guys here for the summer working for ADT are gone back to school, as well as the rest of us yay-whoos. Is that even a word? That's never really bothered me before to make up my own word, I guess I'll just be better friends with Dr. Seuss.

That's pretty much all of the excitement my life has been thus far. My poor roomate at school has been pretty much all by herself, since one of my roomates just got married on Compulsive Indecisions's birthday, to be exact, and my other one works afternoons, so they barely see eachother. I'll just have to bother Camille more often, I guess.

Happy 50th Post!

I can't believe I have fifty posts. That's pretty crazy, if you ask me, that I had enough funny stories or entertaing things that would eventually add up to fifty. For those Spainiards out there, I hope you like the fifty I chose.


Here's another one that involves Compulsion Indecision. I was at his intermural soccer game last Saturday, and while he was taking a little break, meaning he had just been subbed out, we heard these two guys talking behind us, one of them said, "Do you ever see a girl so hot you don't know what to do?" That made me laugh, and then my brother said that the other guy said, "Those are good days." I don't know what they were referencing, but I thought that it was a really funny thing to say, so I laughed and have told my roomates about it.


I was talking to my little sister yesterday on the phone at about eleven, noon her time, and she had just gotten up. She was telling me about these earrings that she got that were really long, about to her shoulders or something, and my mom wouldn't let her wear them to church because they were too extreme. They might have been, but come on, it's church. I guess they might have been distracting, so I suppose I should make sure that my earrings are modest the next time I go to church. Right.


I can't believe I'm going home in two weeks. Only one more Friday at work taking care of recycling, only a couple of weeks until I get to sleep in my own room, in my own bed. I kind of wish it would be stormy when I get home. I don't know why, maybe it's because I like storms, especially in the summer out there. Home. Everytime I think of it, I smile. All of those memories, Mom cooking dinner over the stove, watching my brothers put their ties on on Sunday, I won't get that at home anymore since they're all gone, reading the comics on Sundays with my dad, frozen pizzas, the humidity, man, there are so many wonderful things I love about my home. Hurray!

This Aint No Womens Barbecue

Today my roomates and I had planned to interview one of the guy's apartments in our ward for ward prayer spotlight. We had set up an appointment with one of the members of the apartment, and so we set off to find out their deepest darkest secrets. However, we also saw a flyer earlier that day for an Elder's Quorum Barbecue, which had the title of this post at the bottom. The time of the barbecue also conflicted with the time we had planned to meet with the apartment, but we hoped the guys had remembered our appointment. We got there, knocked on their door, and then in the stairway above us, we hear several male voices asking, "Can we help you?" Some of the guys in our ward were barbecuing above us with little propane dealies, making shiskabobs. Then the hilarity began. We walked up the stairs asking where the guys form the apartment we were going to interview were, and some of them were at the barbecue. Imagine that. And then, they began offering us food, to make us some themselves. They wouldn't hardly let us leave without some. And then we questioned them about the last line of their flyer, about it not being a women's barbecue, and they kind of implied that it would not be your average cook-out of burgers and hot dogs, but I don't know how that makes it a women's barbecue. The whole time there, I was asking myself, "What am I doing at the Elder's Quorum Party?" It was crazy hilarity the whole time. We were there for about a half of an hour, but it was tons of fun. I guess we got to know the guys better, if nothing else.

For all those Special people who like the Olympics

Today I volunteered to conduct the music in Sacrament Meeting again today, just so that I would have the opportunity to serve and stuff, and as I stood up there today, I felt like my mother so much. It was a really strange feeling for me, since I know that I'm turning into her, but it was just the mannerisms I was using and the style of my conducting that I felt like her. We also sang "Abide with Me" as the closing song, and we had sung it together before in sacrament meeting back home, and I could just hear her voice singing the words of her solo on one of the verses. I believe I may already be reverting back to my childlike state that I was in at home, a completely lost innocence out here in "the world" or at least at college.

It's weird to think that I will be here only two more Sundays, I love my ward so much already and am so sad to be leaaving it. Every time I tell someone else when I will be leaving, it makes me kind of wish I could stay here forever, scary thought I know, to stay in this campus town with all of them Mormons, but it's such a great environment to be in. Everyone cares about everyone else, and there are so many service opportunities. It's just great. Actually, my ward is going to be helping in the Special Olympics on Saturday, so that should be a great chance to get to know the ward members better and to especially feel the spirit.

Helga saved my life dude

I decided that my last day of work will be June 23rd, so goodbye window washing and picking up after other people, oh wait, that's probably what I'll be doing at home. I've been looking at flights for Saturday, to get home in time for Finger Sucker's musical debut and solo performance, but little luck so far for anything great under $200. I also realized that I have to pay the rent today. Great. That'll teach me to spend money frivilously. Dang. I called my oldest sister Audrey yesterday for the first time, not that we don't hear about eachother's lives, but it's so rare that it's one on one, since she's eleven years older than me. I called her to figure out when she, the hubby, and the kiddies are coming out here in order to decide when to blow this joint and such. I think it will be interesting to interact with her, since I think she's the sister that I am most similar to, besides my mom, but my mom is obviously not my sister.

My internet has been retarded lately, all I can get is this random low signal with the name Helga or something, but my own connection with shows strong signal strength, is not working at all. Supposedly, it has something to do with the people who live across the way and need to plug something in. That's the lovely stress I am going through. Not very much, thankfully.

Heart and Soul

Well, I did it. I feel so freakin' relieved. However, this guy still thinks that there is a chance, in hinting, "we should do this sometime" and "let's try it again maybe in a few weeks" and that is where I told him I would call him if I felt that it would be right. Personally, I doubt it. That's the plain and simple truth folks. Wow, I feel so much better. This may sound mean and all, but I don't really care about him at all. I'm serious. Maybe it's because I don't like him anymore. I'd like to blame it on that so that I don't feel so terrible. I feel so FREE! It's kind of sad, but it's almost like I feel like I have permission to smile. I can be happy again. This guy is great and all, but it felt like there was a huge weight over me the whole time, like I had to be someone else, even though I was myself. It was as if I was waiting to slip up, to be someone else. I don't know if that makes any sense to any of my readers, but that's my emotion after this break-up. Geez, it was hard enough to break-up with someone who I had only dated for three or four days, I can't imagine loving someone and being in a serious relationship and doing that. We'll see how this works in our ward together. I just wonder how many people know about our relationship initially, but in truth, everyone has a history, someone that they've dated that others know about, so I will simply join the rest of that group, in being part of the ward gossip. Whoop dee do.