It's that moment when you start closing in.

Sometimes I wish I had a magical who lived in my closet. Turban, shiny getup, crystal ball and all. Sometimes I just don't know what to do, y'know? I also sometimes wish there were a tall, dark and handsome man living in my closet. He'd stay there and read books, and I'd pull him out when I couldn't find a date Saturday nights. But then he'd be in the closet. And he'd be a man. In the closet. Nothing good would come from this.

Decisions are funny things. A lot of them seem so important, and so potentially life changing. And how are you even supposed to handle something like that? It's rough. Other times they're so minute and trivial, but maybe they end up changing major aspects of your life in the long run. Go watch Sliding Doors. It makes you wonder.

I think I'm allergic to almonds. Or, at least, I think that I think I'm allergic to almonds. I'm also into weird shoes, I've never lost a game of air hockey and I can't swim. Fascinating. I know.

For more information, press 7.

Guess whose hot ass was awake at approximately 6:41 this morning. Right. That would be my hot ass. That doesn't give you an excuse to stare at my ass in an attempt to gauge how hot it is. Just know it's hot, and that's that. I'm currently on the phone with the court system, trying to obtain various amounts of information. Guess whose phone isn't cooperating with her. JUST GUESS. YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS. Right. That would be mine. I took my dad to the veteran's affair place this morning so he could catch a bus. To go to another veteran's hospital for a fly fishing class. My dad is old. I'm so confused. The highway patrol is trying to text me? I don't know. I don't get this. I'm never getting a ticket ever again..

Things have been weird lately, and I'm so incredibly reluctant to talk about it, and I don't know that typing things out on a public blog is any better. My house is making me feel strange and something in my chest started fighting its way out around 5:08 Saturday evening.

Free breakfast today!

I like it when my parents e-mail me from the next room and when my best friend calls me and wakes me up. Especially when it's for free breakfast. It turned into such a good day. Free breakfast is really the way to start things out. Breakfast and general restaurant corporations, feel free to give me free breakfast more often. I will gladly endorse you on my blog, which has hundreds of readers. Thousands, even. I think it might actually be approaching the millions. Look into it. Talk things over. Have your people get back to my people. Which, at this point, my cat, mother, and mailman are my current people.

I keep noticing really small things in my life. Mainly that people will stare if you're dancing in public, the more of a rush I am to get out of the store the longer the line takes, and that I'm really great at cutting my own bangs. I'm also noticing that I'm getting older, which should mean that I'm growing up. It's more that I'm watching other people around me get older, and do the whole growing up thing. It's fascinating, to watch people fall in love and get married. I don't know how that's going to work out for me. I think I have a lot of interesting reservations about the idea of marriage.

I'm also noticing the way rocks look. I know. Rocks. What. Even. Uhm. Who does that? Who looks at rocks? Boring people, that's who. Some of them are so strange, and eerie, and fantastic. Who other than God could have made those? Or what about the way the sky looks after a storm? It's been raining a lot here, so I've come rather familiar with that sky. I saw snow earlier, and the way the snowy cloud fog things was draped over the trees made me so excited. First, I thought we were in a horrific land where zombies were going to start crawling out of the dark woods. I was really looking forward to watching other people getting eaten, while I would escape. Second, my testimony grew. A little. Which is still something. Enough to mention, anyways. Which I'm pretty sure anything is worth mentioning, really.

Google "PajamaJeans".

I've never really been one for girly banter and sparkly nail polish. That has changed over the past year, as I often say "CUTE SHOOOOEEES!" and I've got glitter on my digits. But it's just. so. neat. I'm a girl, which I think I sometimes forget. I'm really into fast cars and baseball, they're just really neat, y'know? I overanalyze things like it is my job. This is clearly apparent at this very moment. A comment was made to me, and I immediately thought, "Aw, hahah, how cute. How funny. How endearing..." But now. NOW, it's crawled into my brain and it's dwelling on my every thought. This seems extensive, I know. But maybe you should have someone say this comment to you. Someone, who you are fairly decent friends with. Just friends. Nothing more. I think. How neat.

FHE is tonight and I'm pretty stoked. As usual. In RS they've now started pausing right after their "and tomorrow's FHE at 7..." comments. A pause, for me. To say "YAAAAYYY!!". I do this. Every single Sunday. I'm legit excited though. Tonight we're having the missionaries teach and then we're watching The Singles Ward. I've never seen it, so I'm excited. I'm having a hard time not putting a ton of exclamation points everywhere. I love my calling. So much. I have a ton of fun, I'm learning a lot about myself and how to be more responsible, and it gives me something to look forward to. Which I need, since I'm not in school right now.

I need to do laundry and go get cute. R. CuteR. I'm always adorable. Except for that time when I was 12, and took this picture:

http://www.ostimusic.com/imagefiles/FAMILYsmall.JPG

Kidding. I wish my hair looked that good short. That would be neat.

26 hours and counting of no sleep.

I'm normally not one for short blog entries, but my father just licked his hand and put it on my doorknob.
He denied it, and said he was just putting his fruit-by-the-foot in his mouth.
My father is au fond, a nine year old.

That is all.

Get up on this.

It's late. Like, real late. Like, 3:38 in the morning late. I have girly pains in my abdomen region, I ate nearly half my weight in pina colada starbursts this evening and I'm fairly certain there's peanut butter stuck in my lungs.

Family Home Evening went over really smooth tonight, and I'm incredibly grateful for it. At one point in time, the majority of the group admitted to having a crush on someone who was currently in the room. We immediately took a few moments to sit around and awkwardly look at each other. I just learned "eachother" is not a proper word. I passed around a sheet to see who was interested in signing up to help me for future activities. I was really expecting maybe three or four to sign up but there were at least twenty. Over this next month I'm thinking we'll watch a movie, have a spudwood derby(you have no idea how stoked I am about this), a service project of some sort, and then a service auction on the 1st.

There's a handful of things I'm extra pouty about right now. Sometimes I don't want to be here, and I want to drive really far away and to start new things. It's the peanut butter in my lungs. It makes me think weird things. I want more beards and art and hugs and more loud music and tea and hiding and learning and I want someone to make me a bracelet. But I'm such a lucky girl, you know that? I've got a lot of solid things going right now, and I'm so thrilled with the way that my life is heading and the people I've got around me.

I'll be dancing to the following song until I stop being pouty. But mainly just to work off the pina colada starbursts.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IUw8mZmzNc

Actually. That got old, as I did that this afternoon. Now I'm going to go play my guitar and pretend I'm cool, until that thing Zooey Deschanel says will happen one day.