Fear Is The Only Thing Holding Me Back. What Is Your Problem?

Oh my good heavens! Do you know what this is? The 400 post!

Okay, let’s give you some updates on the weekend, as exciting as it was.

If you read Jenny’s blog, you would have read all about how she locked her keys in her car on Friday night. I really should have called AMA when she first told me of her predicament, but we stupidly goofed around with a hanger for much too long. It actually took more time to complete the paperwork for AMA than to get the door unlocked. Lesson learned. Leave the breaking in for the professionals.

I must adamantly insist that you all get AMA or some kind of roadside assistance. Ask for it for Christmas, Hanukah, or any other gift-giving occasion. I cannot mention how many times my membership has saved me, and more times, my friends. So, please take my advice, bite the bullet and look into a membership of your own.

I spent an exciting Friday night at home obsessively fretting over our ward bulletin. I crazily volunteered to put together for the next couple of weeks. Sadly, I have a not so secret love for desktop publishing, and spend way too much time perfecting spacing, finding new fonts, or just the right tagline for each announcement. Personally, I think each bulletin turns out better than the last.

This weekend also marked the Third Annual Denise Garner Apple Taste Test. I do feel bad sometimes that I don’t put more pictures of my going ons on my blog. But I really never remember to take my camera. So I excitedly found a camera so to document this historic event, however, we forgot to take any pictures!

The results of the taste test ended up not unanimous. Usually every year a clear winner emerges, usually the Honeycrisp apple, but this year ended in a three-way tie between the Jazz, Fuji and Honeycrisp apple. Personally, I have declared the Honeycrisp apple the winner again this year.

In terms of horrible apples, we found a new loser in the Sunrise apple. One person thought it tasted like you left an apple by a furnace for a couple of weeks. It was incredibly mushy. I tried my hardest to find a half-decent Red Delicious apple, and I actually didn’t mind it too much, no substitute for a Honeycrisp, but not half bad.

What I am most proud of, and the real purpose of the Denise Garner Apple Taste Test is to show that no two apples are alike. I am proud to say I have developed a new group of apple snobs. Trust me; you will never look at apples the same way again.

The weekend of course went by much too quickly, and I only barely got to sleep in, but we had fun regardless.

Still not knowing what a parfait is.
Debating the Corn Maze, again.

Waiting, Wondering, Wrecking.

Keep Doing What You’re Doing.
As Always,

Important Definitions

Friend—noun
1. A person who is on good terms with another

Good Friend—noun
1. A person who lets you drink all of their low acid apple juice

Great Friend—noun
1. A person who lets you shower at their house until hot water is once again available at your house
2. Denise

Not Mentioning You Once

I keep waiting for ‘What Not To Wear’ to bust into our office and take me away today. I don’t look horribly bad; I just haven’t met the high standard of dress I have set for myself. What was I thinking, an all black ensemble?!? I am not attending a funeral, or one of those people who changes the stage during a play. Tomorrow will be better.

So, last night was the big Sloan concert, but I wasn’t in attendance. Miscommunications held me back this time. However this is the third time in about five years that I have been so close to a Sloan concert, yet so far away. Maybe for some reason I am not meant to see Sloan in concert?

For all of those not familiar, Sloan is a fantastic Canadian, Beatle-esque band. Just like Relient K, Sloan seemed to make it way onto the past three yearly CDs I have complied. Check them out here and here (yes, that is the song on the Future Shop commercials) and if you are really into it, take a listen to their Navy Blues album.

So instead I attended FHE where I helped my team win the big bocce ball tournament. After a whole summer of challenging bocce ball games, it wasn’t difficult to put a stop to our competition. My, somewhat loud mouthed, partner made a point letting the other competitors know we were the oldest ones in attendance.

Maybe I am a little sensitive about my growing age, but this isn’t the first time this guy has outed my age to a large group of people. Although I might be a good 5+ years older than most people in our ward, I still look relatively young. I have had too many experiences in the past little while of people getting scared off after they found out my true age. Besides, I kind of enjoy the look of confusion and bewilderment that comes from revealing my proper age.

Thanks to everyone for the beginning of a promising week.

Happily looking forward to nothing in particular.

Thanks for the luck.

As Always,

The Songs I Don’t Need Anymore

The weekend came and went, and all without Jenny and I tackling any amount of cleaning, besides just surface dirt, at our house. We are just going to have to tackle various projects on our own, because finding a time when we are at the house together is getting difficult. So, keep you fingers crossed that everything gets cleaned up before next weekend.

Next Sunday just happens to be the 3rd Annual Denise Garner Apple Taste Test! A few years ago, I noticed that there were a huge variety of new apples in the grocery store. Who knew if any of these apples were any good, and wondering how they compared to other favourites, I decided to buy a couple apples of each variety and have a taste test to see which apple is the best.

Over the years the taste test has grown in size and popularity. Last year we sampled 11 varieties with the ever delicious Honeycrisp apple coming out on top. Sadly, the Red Delicious was deceiving in name, and ended up last. Let me know if you are interested in attending our event, or even hosting a branch gathering of your own.

Besides being best friends with ¼ of the Apostles, I am now also best friends with my Bishop. I think we are too alike in nature, and we spent a good hour after church swapping stories. We looked at the wall of pictures of the ward members for someone for me to date. After a long while, the Bishop sadly announced he didn’t think anyone was good enough for me; that I was just too awesome for all of the guys in our ward. He then suggested we both pray for someone awesome to move into the ward.

I am pretty sure this is going to be a fun year, with or without someone to date.

So far it is looking like a pretty good week.
Waiting for Sloan, maybe
Doing okay with what I’ve got.

As Always,

Still Holding My Breath With Every New Message Received

Work is quiet today, maybe a little too quiet. For reason’s unknown, more than half of our office decided to take today off. I only wish I would have thought to take the day off as well. But here I am doing little to no work today. But I am pretty sure that no one is really doing much other than just pushing papers around their desk today.

I told my office of my damage deposit debacle, and they are all up in arms now. RDP drafted a strongly worded letter, and stated he had no objection on going to court to get our money, if he had to. I am fairly confident in our case. It is nice to have a lawyer on retainer and readily on hand.

As last night came and went, I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to be attending Fall Ball this year. I didn’t take the advice of our Bishop’s wife and ask someone to go with me. I adamantly told her that I would do my part at the girl choice, Preference (fingers, of course, crossed behind my back.) but that I wasn’t going to ask a guy to every dance this year.

I kept, foolishly, waiting for the grand gesture. But, unlike cheesy Made-For-TV movies, this never really happens in real life. A friend of mine once wished that his life was a little more movie magic and less reality. But in order for that to occur it requires courage and a willingness to put your heart out there; two things that I am convinced my generation lacks.

So, I will try to hide my disappointment and persuade myself that it is only because the dance was limitedly advertised that I was looked over.

“We’ll get them in the playoffs.” Moving on.

I have no plans this weekend, except to do some major cleaning! It is easy for everywhere to become such a mess if you neglect it. It seems like everywhere from my house, to my room, my car to even my organized office has just become mass chaos.

Usually a promoter of the disposable lifestyle we have all become accustomed to, I have only recently realized that we produce way too much garbage! Everyday there seems to be another bag full of used products, expired food and excess packaging. It is no wonder that the polar bears are all dying! So I am taking the weekend to channel my inner Captain Planet. We will see how long this idea lasts.

Thanks to all of you, for whatever you do. It is duly noted.

Missing Eric.

Still waiting.

As Always,

Please Govern Yourself Accordingly

If you mess with Denise, you get a strongly worded letter. My time working as a legal assistant has really only done one thing for me, given the skill to write fantastic letters stating my disappointment and disapproval of many things.

So when I still hadn’t received my damage deposit from my old house, and after multiple phone calls, I wrote a strongly worded, albeit nice letter to my previous landlords requesting the damage deposit we had agreed on.

Now, Jenny and I moved out of that house at the end of May. And we worked well into the evening cleaning the already disgusting house so that the new tenants could move in.

About half way through our cleaning, our landlord’s son came to our house and told us not to worry about cleaning the carpets, as he was going to clean them. (Our first mistake was believing him.)

We called our landlord’s later that night and had indicated that we had finished moving and the house was now vacant for the new tenants to move in.

The next day, during church, I received a phone call from my landlord’s asking if we had cleaned the carpets. I told them about the conversation we had with their son, and we both agreed to a small deduction in our damage deposit.

We then arranged for them to mail our damage deposit to our new address. I waited for a few weeks, receiving nothing. I called and left multiple messages. After six weeks of waiting, I wrote my first letter requesting our agreed upon damage deposit, and strangely the letter was returned to me. I called again, and strangely, the phone had been disconnected.

After a few weeks of private eye work, I was able to wrangle a new address for my previous landlord where I again mailed a request for my damage deposit.

This morning I received a phone call from our previous landlord stating she had already paid us our damage deposit. I told her we never received it. And she said she would “look into her records” to verify it had been paid.

As our conversation continued, she began to tell me of all the money they spent to fix up the house we apparently had trashed. And that she felt we weren’t owed our damage deposit because of the condition we had left the house.

Usually not one fond of confrontation, I would have let it go; only wishing I had insisted on a final walk through with our landlords. But after a minute or two, I asked our landlord why we were never notified that we would not be receiving a damage deposit, especially after my previous messages requesting the same.

She indicated to me that she had contacted me and told me of the deductions to our damage deposit, or at least she thought she had.

I told her I was not satisfied with her explanation and was still requesting that my damage deposit owed be paid to me. She agreed that we probably didn’t cause all the damage to the house, but felt someone had to pay for it.

I told her I would talk to Jenny and call her back to discuss this matter further. I am pretty sure that my previous landlord forgot I worked for a lawyer. RDP will know what to do.

It really isn’t the money at this point, although, it is nothing to really scoff at. And I really am not one to do things on principle. But our previous landlord were so stupid, not helpful (Remember the whole issue with the fridge) and usually didn’t cash our cheques until the end of the month. I am almost certain that they did not keep good records, or take any photos of the “damage” to the house.

Well, luckily for me I have free legal advice.

I’ll keep you updated.

Good luck to us all.

As Always,

Strangely, Ringo Is Right

Sorry, I know I did questions not that long ago, and I am probably repeating some of them, but that is about all I can do for today. I am hoping next week is better.

Imagine if this really was something real
Still waiting for the grand gesture

Good Luck to us all! Enjoy!

FIRST THINGS FIRST
Nicknames:
None that I actually happily respond to. People have given me a variety of nicknames, from the super sweet to the super crude.
Age:
Scarily, 27. When did I get so old!
Gender:
Female
Where You Live:
In my house in the trees.
Relationship status:
Somewhere between here and there
Siblings:
Two brothers
Pets:
Only my occasional dog, Tawny

APPEARANCE
Hair Color:
Havana Nights (How many people know the exact name of their hair colour?)
Hair length:
A much better length than it was
Eye Color:
Blue
Height:
5’3”
Piercings:
None
Shoe Size:
I fake a size 7, so that I don’t have to wear Dora the Explorer shoes
Make-Up:
Of course! All of you out there who don’t have eyelashes should agree.
Dye Your Hair:
Yes, but everyone thinks this is my natural colour

MY FAVOURITES
Food:
Mac and Cheese, Beans, Chocolate
Drink:
Low Acid Apple Juice (It makes a difference)
Color:
Blue
Store:
Ikea, Gap
Movie:
Dan In Real Life
Book:
Confessions of a Shopaholic
Season:
Fall
Video Game:
Tetris
Ice Cream Flavour:
Nuttin’ Better

DO YOU/ARE YOU
Like Your Handwriting:
Yes
Hate Yourself:
What? Why? I have a mirror at home that says, ‘I love me’
Shy:
I guess it depends on where I am. I am more a big fish in a small pond kind of person.
Have A Journal:
You are reading it. No, I don’t have a real, “Dear Diary” journal
Read the Newspaper:
I use to read the Brook Bulletin every week! I miss it, it isn’t the same online.

CAN YOU
Sing:
Good enough
Play An Instrument:
Not that I will admit
Write Well:
I like to think so.
Say the Alphabet Backwards:
I can barely say it forwards
Juggle:
No
Do A Split:
I used to be able. But there isn’t real need for someone to do the splits in my adult life.
Draw:
No, I wish I could though

THE FUTURE
Plan On Marriage:
Sure
Kids:
Probably
Where You Want To Live:
Saskatchewan or Manitoba
Do You Want To Live Near People:
Yes! I am not a country girl.
Cars:
Give up my classic ’92 Topaz! Are you crazy!

THIS/THAT
Wal-Mart/Target:
We don’t have Target, but we do have Zellers! I am bored with Wal-Mart, but they do have cheap juice.
Chocolate/Vanilla:
Chocolate
Night/Day:
Night
McDonalds/Burger King:
Burger King is growing on me, they have better customer service.
Cats/Dogs:
Only Tawny

RANDOM
Biggest Fear:
Rational: Heights, Irrational: Clowns
Compliment You Get Often:
Not too long ago, someone told me they could just watch me smile all day. I thought it was cute at the time.
Are You Ticklish:
Just thinking about being tickled is making me squirm
How Much TV Do You Watch:
Probably too much
What color is your bedroom:
My room is such a mess that I seriously don’t spend more than ten minutes in it at a time.
Are you happy:
Enough

Literacy Is Overrated

I am pretty sure there will be mixed reviews from this post, both those cheering to hear the end of the quasi juicy story, those who, like myself, enjoy a good tell all blog. But on the other hand, I am waiting for the barrage of booing from those who wished I used a little more decorum in my blog. So in an effort to appease both parties, I will try and tell this story as classily as I possibly can, and then, no matter the outcome, it is over.

So, remember the guy who stood me up on Monday. He finally called me yesterday. After awkward small talk, he then said, “Sorry we couldn’t meet up on Monday night.” A hundred thought ran through my head. Trying to decide whether to yell, cry or just laugh, I chickened out and said, “Well, you know, those kinds of things happen.”

When I asked what he had been so busy doing, he said, “Trying to catch up on my reading. There are just so many books that I have been putting off reading that I thought I should at least try and start.”

My mouth fell open for a few minutes. Books. Books! You chose reading over me?!? But I instead, through gritted teeth, said, “I understand, I still have to finish Gone With The Wind.”

We talked for only a little longer, and then he suggested we get together this week, and promised to call, “once he got his week a little more organized.” I won’t be surprised if he doesn’t call.

Now, I am sure some of you are defending my literate friend. But I am of the opinion that a real person trumps any TV show, video game, text message or even book. If given the chance to associate with a girl as great as me, shouldn’t you take that chance?

At this point, I am almost wishing he would just forget my phone number.

Moving on.

The rest of the weekend went by much too quickly. We went to Calgary on Saturday to realize that Tawny is no longer our little puppy anymore. Just like cats, surprisingly, time is what turns puppies into dogs. But she is still just as fun; just as crazy, curious and excited.

Sunday, what is now the busiest day of every week, our Ward Counsel ended up at the Bishop’s house where I impressed his four-year-old granddaughter with my French knowledge. This little girl, at the age of four, is already in French Immersion classes, and knows about as much conversational French as I learned in my nine years of French!

It is hard to believe that it is already the middle of September. Time marches on whether I want it to or not. Hoping for spectacular things in October, I guess.

Just keep doing what you’re doing!

As Always,

I'll Be Okay

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,

Pause For Thought

So on the weekend after my new short haircut, I made a spontaneous decision and reached for my own liquid courage and decided to return to my brunette hair. Despite the fact that I am a natural blonde, I love having dark hair. It is a great confidence booster, and my own personal studies have shown men flock to my chocolate tresses. I am sure that eventually I will tire of my luscious locks and return to my golden roots, but for right now I am loving it!

The girls in Book Club and I have decided to make a concerted effort to attend more ward functions this year. After a year of being a recluse, I figured it was time to escape the safety of my house. So with the new hair suitable backcombed, I attended FHE, and had a fantastic time! I had forgotten how fun FHE can be!

We didn’t do anything overly elaborate, but it was exciting to get to know new people in our ward, and welcome back old friends. And, if you can believe it, have a real life, face-to-face, conversation with the Internet Boyfriend! I know!

But after that, the night really took a turn for the worse. I got stood up.

I rushed home after FHE, and with my premeditated outfit, freshly curled hair and refreshed makeup; I waited for my date to arrive. And waited. And waited. After an hour of waiting, without so much of a phone call, text message, email, or carrier pigeon, the words of The Get Up Kids song ran through my head, “How long is too long when you're waiting by the phone?” He never showed up.

Now, warning bells should have been sounded when I received the invitation for the date. It was a little too enthusiastic, a few too many odd pet names used, but times and places seemed a little too loose.

I don’t know why I am so hurt today, or overly shocked. It seemed about par for the course for the oddness I have been participating.

But it does make a girl wonder, what happened? What did I do wrong?

I know I am going to run into him tonight, and am definitely not looking forward to it. I just hope I can spend the night deep in conversation with the Internet Boyfriend. (Yah, I really doubt that will happen too.)

Please God Speed! Please!

As Always,

One Can Hope

"She had an unequalled gift... of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities. "
--Henry James

But All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Don’t Know It At The Time.

Book Club did exactly what it was suppose to; provide open-minded analysis. And then, we did discuss the book we are reading. I feel like we only have a book because the name of our club is Book Club. I think we would get a lot more participants if we called it by its true name, Girl’s Club, but I guess this weeds out the unwashed masses. Thanks to everyone for their sound advice and listening to the always sad ending stories.

Today marked out first Chinese food staff meeting after our long summer hiatus. Starving this morning, I ate a lot more than I usually would, and now am definitely feeling the attack of the MSG. At our meeting, we discussed the possibility of continuing the practice of our office closing early on Friday thought out the rest of the year.

Now, if given the choice to only work four hours instead of a long eight hours on Friday, wouldn’t you take it up? However, there was one person in the office dead set against this idea. Not because she was interested in the convenience of the clients or the idea of all the work we would be putting off on Friday afternoon, but rather the fact that she would have to wait for her carpool group, who’s offices didn’t close on Friday afternoons.

Boo! Stop messing up this plan for the rest of us! My only motivation for coming to work on Fridays in the summer was the fact that we could have those afternoon naps or early trips to the mall.

I am excitedly looking forward to the weekend, as tonight kicks off the beginning of the new YSA year. Somehow, I was convinced to attend the dance tonight. In all of the years I have been in YSA, I have never met anyone of significance at a dance, only creepy, weight lifting guys. I don’t know what exactly I am expecting from tonight, but with breath held and fingers crossed, am looking forward to changing the fate of 2008.

I am not a dancer, never have been. It just isn’t in my heart. I am not fond of the music that is played, the darkly lit gym or having meaningless, shouted conversations with guys you know you will never see again. At the end of the night, you just end up tired and sweating, not exactly the way to win someone’s heart.

But I am making plans to attend with an optimistic attitude, and low expectations. So bring on the Fashion Friday, and the long awaited haircut!

I love getting my hair cut! Not too long ago, I was debating whether or not to keep my hair at its current length or to grow it out to much longer lengths, when one of my coworkers pointed out that I can really have long hair while I was young, and to take advantage of my youth and grow out my hair.

My hair is currently between where it was and where it should be. And while it doesn’t look overly bad, I am beginning to remember just how annoying long hair is. It seems like the only days that really are good hair days are the days I plan to get my hair cut. So today, I am actually half regretting my decision to loose some of my golden tresses.

Can’t wait for Sunday! Keeping more than my fingers crossed that there are fantastic stories for Monday. After all the opening fireside only comes around once a year, and maybe this year is the year.

Thankful for all that I have.
Hoping to see you.
Trying my best, and looking my best.

As Always,

Calm And Collected

Hey everyone,

Sorry about the last couple of posts, I was just stuck in my head, which proved to not be beneficial to anyone, myself included. I have since calmed down and am trying my best to be normal. Sorry though. Thankfully, my horoscope didn’t seem all that telling today.

So today is my exciting two year anniversary at the office! I still have yet to announce this fact to my coworkers, but surprisingly no elaborate party has been arranged in my honour. Short of the three years I worked at A&W in high school, this is the longest I have ever had any job. But seeing as everyone else in the office has been here for 20+ years, it isn’t that much of an accomplishment. Only another 18 years to go! Can you imagine?

I keep forgetting to mention my love of September. So here is my list of reasons to love September:

1. It always seems to be a buzz with excitement. It really is the YSA New Year. Old friends returning from the long summer, new people excited to in the ward. There are plenty of activities and new situations. It is a chance for even us, ward old-timers, to start over.

2. Despite the fact that I have been out of school for quite a while, I still have a love for school supplies. Jenny and I have mournfully walked through the rows of new binders, markers and agendas, wishing we could come up with some excuse to purchase these products.

3. Thanksgiving is a short month away! I know it sounds weird to my American counterparts to celebrate Thanksgiving in October, but by the time the end of November rolls around, so too has winter.

4. A return to jackets, sweaters and other accessories. I don’t know if it is just me, or the fact that I am Canadian, but I really don’t have that much in terms of summer clothing. It is difficult to still look professional and stay cool in the summer with a whole wardrobe of wool pants and sweater vests.

Thanks to all of you for your understanding.

Looking forward to book club, the weekend and finally sleeping in!

Thanks to God for all of the speed.

As Always,

Now’s The Right Time For A Good Song

There are good vibes in the air, dear Gemini, making you feel energized and optimistic about your future. But don't go out and celebrate just yet. Enjoy your day, but remember not to put all of your eggs into one basket!

Another day, another true horoscope. I am waiting for book club analysis to gauge the amount of celebration that should be appropriate.

That’s it for today. Scarlett has it right, “I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.”

I promise I will be less cryptic tomorrow.

Trying to forget the lyrics to “Let’s Not Be Awkward”
Going to bed early tonight
Realizing things were easier with you.

Struggling to decide if I need good luck or God to speed.

As Always,

Please Give Me Something

Are you getting the feeling that perhaps things are too good to be true, dear Gemini? Stay grounded, my friend! It's real, and it's happening to you. Don't let your insecurities create resistance; otherwise you might unconsciously sabotage one of the best times of your life. Believe in yourself!

I seriously believe in horoscopes more every day. How could they not be true?

Oh my good heavens, I don’t even know where to begin today. I once believed I had quite a talent to string sentences together to sound half intelligent, but over the past couple of days I am really being to wonder if English really is my first language.

On Friday night our Book Club got together to finally put Gone With The Wind to rest and watch the movie. (Don’t tell them I haven’t finished reading it.) Surprisingly, after reading the very detailed book, the movie is absolutely atrocious. Even with a running time of four hours, the movie seems to show only small snippets of the story, and has little to no character development. I think it is time a remake is done; however, it would have to be a mini-series to cover all of the important events thoroughly enough. We did have a fun time watching it together and stayed up much too late tell tales of absolute horror.

We did pick a new book, “The Five People You Will Meet In Heaven”, none of us had ever read it, so we thought it would fun to experience something new together. From the few pages I have read, it seems okay despite the fact it is written in a very odd style. But strangely, I miss Scarlett already.

The rest of the weekend is too much a blur. I stayed up much too late, and got up earlier than I really would have ever wanted, ate a lot of Mexican food and was unable to make any sort of intelligent conversation.

I am trying to keep my head still with me, and am not so patiently waiting to see what will happen the rest of the week and hopefully month.

One day I will tell the whole story. Just wait until it is in the not so recent past.

Grateful for everything I have but don’t deserve.
Learning how to take a compliment.
Finally stopped waiting for the bus.
Wishing, I could have come up with something, anything more intelligent.
Delightfully amazed.
Trying to keep it all together.
Trying my best not to throw up.

As Always,