Can't You Just Let Me Be?

Hey everyone, it’s March! Aren’t you excited? Only a few months until another glorious summer. Here’s hoping that we won’t have to sleep on our lawn this year, well, unless we want to.

The weekend was over much too quickly, and sadly, we got into hardly any trouble this weekend, even with the stupid Leap Year Day. Here is the weekend in a little nutshell:

Talked on my phone
Went to the mall
Ate delicious food
Laughed
Realized I don’t quite “get” Wes Anderson films
Stayed up late
Slept in
Talked on my phone
Got my car washed
Talked on my phone
Laughed
Ate food…not overly delicious
Stayed up late
Wished I could have slept in
Laughed
Ate waffles
Talked on the phone
Had a nap
Talked on the phone
Laughed
Actually made delicious food
Stayed up too late

Don’t you feel like you were there?

The waffles went just as I had dreamed that they would have. It really was a funny idea, and everyone seemed to enjoy them. Yes, we did blow a fuse or two (Jenny called it.) and we have enough butter and syrup to last us a while. Thanks for the credit, you know it wasn’t all me though. And look at us working like an awesome team again! Kinda looking forward to next month.

During Break the Fast yesterday, I had the ultimate privilege of learning about the inner psyche of males in YSA.

Three of the four guys that happen to be at my table started bragging about already going to three Sacrament Meeting to “look for prime real estate”. Now, I am not overly supportive of ward deserters, thinking there are plenty of times and places you can meet YSA not in your own ward, however I do understand where the idea to hit up several meetings would seem like something beneficial. But this wasn’t really the part that ruffled my feathers.

First of all, the fact that I would be compared to a house, or some other piece of property seemed pretty lame. I wasn’t offended in a Girl Power, “I ain’t no property of yours”*snap, snap* kinda way, but more the idea that someone would say that to sound cool, sounded, well, anything but cool.

Secondly, the boys proceeded to give a list of all the wards that produced hot girls. Sadly, my ward wasn’t on the list. However, the most amazing part is that these guys were, at the very, very best, average looking people. Did they really think they were going to win over some hot girl with their mediocre looks and lame one-liners?

Lastly, the idea that they had this quasi-braggy conversation in front of girls was brainless. Am I suppose to be impressed with your stupidity? Am I suppose to pine for you to one day put me on your “hot list”? Am I suppose to be wowed by your inability to attend a whole meeting block of church?

But mostly I was just sad that I was still single. Is this what my future may be? And if I don’t go along with these lame people, is that it, am a stuck in singleness forever?

Now, yes, before some of guys get all defensive, I realize that not all of you are like this and some of you actually might have a brain. And if you did feel the same way as the lame boys, you would be at least smart enough to not brag about it in front of girls. But why does it seem like the only people willing to make some sort of move, or any move, is the lame people?

Good luck to all of us. I am still laughing at the funniest break up story I have heard in a while, and wishing luck to all of my ladies with their various conquests. Someday there will be happiness in Nottingham. (I just wish I knew when.)

Lots of love.