-part one-
the ocelot called from the warm land of sand and sun. i hate that fweakin' marshmallow. no, not really. i really love her guts and miss her bodatious personality. as much as i adore the geek, i don't fit in with the band. Anyway, the cat was frazzled and got me mildly so myself. BEATNIK IS SATURDAY! we still need to plaster flyers, dance for tigerline, talk to people, make sure that there is someone to open the door to set up, make sure that there are people TO set up and run everything, clarify with the advisor, make brownies, and write a stupid intro. mavis, bring your camera, cause it's either going to be fabulous, or we'll want to have documentation as my brain explodes and oozes out my eyeballs. help me obi-wan. OliveR...
-part two-
why am i the funnest person to set up in the world? i'm afraid to count how many marriages are being arranged for me. i can think of three that have come into play in the last week. lets start with the weekend shall we? so, there's this guy in smiley's ward that goes to a private school. after i met him, i foolishly expressed interest in smiley's general vicinity. since then i don't see him without the undertone of Him present. friday we went on a double date around the byu and then stargazing on the roof of the car (it was FrEEzing by the way). He's okay, but not really as much of my type as i thought. problem is, He's interested now, and smiley's set on picking out curtains and carpet. i'm going to His basketball game wednesday. what do i do?! arg!
but it gets better! on another circle, there was a stake dance last saturday, and this boy that used to be in my ward came. his mom has been planning our wedding since before i can remember. he's homeschooled, so he doesn't have a lot of friends and i tried to make him feel welcome and comfortable, and failed miserably. it was so awkward sometimes. On instance was as the band there started to play "white dresses" he came up and asked me to dance, probably the only girl that he had or would ask. NO! i promised the tomcat that i wouldn't dance to the song (he wrote it, that's another story). i had to say no, and when i looked for him after to dance with him the next slow song, i could find him. he'd left. i'm such a jerk, what do i do?
arg! why do these problems hunt me down? i don't do anything. help me obi-wan! oh wait...
9 comments:
sorry for the super long posts.
That's ok! So ya While we were "shopping" i tryed on these like really high heeled school and my mom was like no your not getting those.... that totally ruined the fun of it! So ya next time I do something like that I'll be sure to take a friend and not my mom! ya well my brother just turned the bass up again to annoy me and If my neighors come over oh boy i'll slap him silly!
-Nicole
If you want help ask and ye shall receive.
As one fellow being says to another.
I'm sorry for abandoning you...but I'm not sorry for leaving.
I think all the planned weddings are hilarious.
Did you try to explain why you said no? I can't really help you. For your point of view, it's not very jerkish, I just don't know if you got that across. But you can't dance to "White Dresses". That would be worse than you dancing to "With or Without You".
you forget however, that i'm not a fellow.
yes, this is what happens when you leave. you think they're funny, i have to deal with them and my mom greeting 4 boys at the door, expecting me to go to a basketball game, while i was spelunking with another. missed that boat. I'm such a Jerk! and now my aunt knows too! i'm going to be a hermit. hand me a bango and point me to the swamp. oh wait, that's kermit. uhg, either way.
You couldn't be a kermit, bluebird. You're more of a gonzo.
yeah, you're right. i need to find a chicken. penguins and parrots don't work.
Ya so I did an audio blog again! Ok since 9c and everyone else has a picture you need to get one!!!!!!!!!
Ya well did you get the bad news collin is taking a long break from commenting!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
-Nicole
nah, i'm too wishy-washy to commit myself to a single picture. or did you mean of me? ha! that's silly.
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