I always need my cohorts. My comrades, my friends, my darlings. Pompeii is number one, being that he's my child. But Sydney is pretty great too. And Todd, my darling home teacher. And then that other guy with the glasses and bunny pee is my new friend Jefferson. So basically, life is good, when I have my cohorts.
I bore my testimony for the second time, ever, in sacrament meeting today. I'm a mess of nerves when I do things such as that. It's not because I'm necessarily scared of the people around me, or scared of their reactions to what I'm saying. More like, I'm terrified of revealing such scary and vulnerable things about my life to other people. There's nothing scarier than baring ones soul to the rest of the world. But it made me feel fantastic. Plus this means that Diana will sing in church with me. Which is just a great and wonderful little development. She's by far one of the greatest people I know. And she's getting me through the rough patches, just like a soul sister should.
Unfortunately, I miss Nancy a great lot right now. We talked today about how sad we are that we never get to see one another. It's awful, and we just want to be able to hang out every single day, or at least have time for a daily phone call or something. Except, life is ridiculously busy. So that just never happens. I wish it did though.
Why am I being such a whiney child right now? I don't understand... My life is perfectly wonderful! I have a bunny that loves me, and people who feel as strongly about me as my bunny does...
Also, I made a pumpkin pie today, and I don't know if it's even that good, because I never eat pumpkin. Everyone else in the world thoroughly enjoys it. But I, do not.
I promise you all I do get dressed in the mornings. And actually wear cute things. In fact, my wonderful Aunt just bought me some gorgeous t-strap heels that I had been lusting over. How much greater can life get with little surprises like that?
Anyway, I guess I should update everyone on why I haven't been blogging (other than i'm just lame). First of all, the only camera I have right now is my phone. Second of all, i'm living in Boise with my grandparents until Christmas to help them out a bit. My grandma just got out of a two month hospital stay after a surgery gone wrong, and my gramps has alzheimers so they need a little extra help and i've got the time being out of school until January and all... It's quite the little adventure though. I can give shots now, hook up feeding tubes, flush drains, and talk about medical things like I really know what's going on (which I don't).
Since I don't have any pictures, here's a video that I really love! So great!
Now that Diana is back from Georgia, my life is so much better. Basically, the moment she came home, everything picked back up where it left off. Oreos were eaten, nonstop. She's a darling like that. And that's pretty much all I have to say about that little reunion.
In other news, I apologize for the lack of blogging. I've been a bit wound up, trying to get my life all set up, and in order. Things just get a little crazy up in silly old Provo... An interesting phenomenon currently, is that I've been asked on more than one date within the last week. This is insane, guys. More than one. Usually, I don't get asked on one date, let alone multiple. My mind may have been slightly blown by this. But, it has been a fun week for dating, that's for sure. My crazy brain doesn't know how to handle all of these romantic entanglements...
Something else that is interesting. I took Pompeii to the store with me last night. I thought it would be a crazy thing, but really, it was just great fun. He seemed to be a little nervous, but the sweet baby didn't try to run away. Which I'm grateful for. Would I be able to survive without him? I don't want to entertain the possibility...
I know it's a complete photo overload. Just bear with me on this...
As I've said before, I hate waiting. I hate not knowing. And right now I'm in a bit of a bind. I don't want to be pathetic, and throw myself out there, becoming an open target, opening myself to the potential humiliation, and the almost certain heartache. Yet I also don't want to be done. I don't want to be the one waiting, the one who sits by the phone, hoping that this time, this one time, I was right about someone. That's not a very fun person to be. So all I want to know, is could it be done? Could this be it?
I'm so dramatic, it's almost painful even for me to read what I just wrote...
Welp, anyway, please enjoy the beautiful bunnies that are so perfectly a part of my life right now. I think all I need is Diana, Pompeii, Iroh, and Grey's Anatomy. And Nancy. The end.
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