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.