You Didn’t Promise Me Any Type Of Rose Garden

So me and my car made it to our seventh anniversary! Thanks car for still going despite my neglect. Maybe I will treat you to an automatic car wash tonight, and who knows, maybe even new windshield wipers! I love you; it’s not your fault your paint is pealing.

So, yes, for those who are keeping count, it has been three days without any communication from the guy I previously mentioned, leading me to believe that it is over much sooner than it began. Onwards and upwards, I guess. But a little advice for guys out there reading this, if there are any, don’t lead a girl on if you have no intention of following through. Some girls won’t take the fact that you just back away without explanation as nice as I have.

Anyways, enough about that. Sorry.

Another Thursday, another letter from Eric. (It’s letter time! It’s letter time!) He is doing well, although more and more unable to speak English, or at least write English. It always takes me a couple read throughs to understand exactly what he is trying to say. It has only been about six weeks since he left, but it feels more like six months. I miss him a lot at church, playing trains, or playing certain songs on my iPod. I always think this is what normal life would have been like if Eric would have never been born, boring. Keep doing what you’re doing, Elder Garner. We are proud.

Still debating whether or not I should go to the Corn Maze on Friday night. I hate the Corn Maze! I hate it during the day, I hate it even more at night. I don’t like the feeling of being lost, I don’t like all of the fighting that comes from trying to decide a way out, and I don’t like the claustrophobic-ness in the maze. Besides, every one of my attempts to “get lost” has always ended badly. Very badly. But, after the little time I was able to spend at the BBQ this year, I had better make an appearance to try and procure a date to Fall Ball.

I know, can you believe it is coming up already, Fall Ball! It seems too long ago since I last attended, and despite my trepidation of attending a dance, especially one I have to wear heels to all night, I have realized it is much more of an honor to be nominated, than to be forgotten. So everyone, please keep your fingers crossed.

Thanks to everyone for all of your support.
Keeping my breath held and my fingers crossed.

Waiting for the good luck to finally come.

As Always,