Tuesday, December 19
Finals
I only have 2 left now! And I just finished studying for one of them. Yes, I'm taking a quick mental breath of air before I go take it. And afterwards, there will be only one final left for the redhead. I'm pretty happy about the other final I took today. 93, baby! And though I don't know what I got on the one I took Saturday, I do feel pretty good about it. So, here's hoping I do as well on the two that are left. Wish me luck!
Sunday, December 10
Date
I just got back from my date. It was pretty fun. And not awkward.
So, we (Jamie, Merrill, me and Tim) went up to Salt Lake to see the lights on Temple Square. They were very pretty and of course, the temple was gorgeous. We walked around for a bit; they had all these nativity scenes and luminaries with different Christmasy words in different languages. Tim had to find the one with Norwegian on it, so I helped him find it. Then he explained to me the difference between the Norwegian and the Danish word. He's so funny. So after we walked around for like, an hour, we went to the Pie for pizza. The Pie is this little pizza joint near the University of Utah with pretty good pizza. Tim and I split a chicken alfredo pizza. It was somewhat odd eating a pizza with broccoli on it, but it tasted pretty darn good. I bet that broccoli-flavored ice cream wouldn't taste so good as that pizza. Anyhoo, that was the date. Tim and I got along pretty well, I think. I totally wouldn't mind going out with him again. But I think he should ask me next time. That way, I can get chocolate cake.
So, we (Jamie, Merrill, me and Tim) went up to Salt Lake to see the lights on Temple Square. They were very pretty and of course, the temple was gorgeous. We walked around for a bit; they had all these nativity scenes and luminaries with different Christmasy words in different languages. Tim had to find the one with Norwegian on it, so I helped him find it. Then he explained to me the difference between the Norwegian and the Danish word. He's so funny. So after we walked around for like, an hour, we went to the Pie for pizza. The Pie is this little pizza joint near the University of Utah with pretty good pizza. Tim and I split a chicken alfredo pizza. It was somewhat odd eating a pizza with broccoli on it, but it tasted pretty darn good. I bet that broccoli-flavored ice cream wouldn't taste so good as that pizza. Anyhoo, that was the date. Tim and I got along pretty well, I think. I totally wouldn't mind going out with him again. But I think he should ask me next time. That way, I can get chocolate cake.
Tuesday, December 5
Cynicism
I hate dates. They're horrible, stressful, sleep-depriving, awkward things that make you worry even before you actually ask the other person. And the only time they're fun is when you hear about them from other people. Do I sound bitter and cynical? Well, I am. I've decided to never like another boy again. I'll go live in a nunnery in Prague. That sounds so much better than living with the realization that boys just don't like me. They've never liked me and they never will. I guess I'm just not attractive.
The truth is, I'm scared to death of boys. Always have been. And asking one out scares the pants off me. I just want to crawl into a deep hole and stay there forever. Where there aren't any boys.
The truth is, I'm scared to death of boys. Always have been. And asking one out scares the pants off me. I just want to crawl into a deep hole and stay there forever. Where there aren't any boys.
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