holy hell.

I am moving across the country . . . TOMORROW!! . . . I have pretty much just been excited up to this point, but I woke up this morning FREAKED OUT. I have this nervous ball which has taken up residence in my stomach . . . just thought I would share.

Boys suck.

For all of you who think that sounds bitter, piss off, this is MY blog and I get to sound however I want. I am young and innocent I have recently come to accept that, but that aside my 22 years have not equipped me with the knowledge to understand or deal well with the opposite sex. Why is it that when things seem to be going well, he's calling, you hang out a lot suddenly there is a weird vibe and instead of cuddling you are on separate couches. *SUCK* What erks me most is that this particular guy has done this to me before, like a month ago, how in holy hell did I get here again?!? The best relationship I have to date is with what has been jokingly termed my "fake boyfriend," a term which kind of makes me sad, but I have learned to cope. I feel frustrated and *insert word here, because I can't think of one that does justice to my true feelings.* I just went for a run to try and vent, I got back at 4am for those who were wondering and I still don't feel calm enough to shower and go to sleep. I hate this feeling, but much more I really dislike the cause of it. I might be taking a break from boys for a while to sort out my position on their worthiness to roam the earth . . . like an hour or two.

Thank you Lord for the Rodeo

I would just like to take this moment to thank God for two of his finest creations, the cowboy and wranglers. You might be wondering what brought on this declaration and the answer is the Pleasant Grove Strawberry days Rodeo. I went on a date to said rodeo this evening and while the guy was nice I am not interested, however should any of tonight contestants want to give me a call sometime . . .. No seriously Rodeos are a great place to admire many great, good-looking expamles of manhood *sigh* someone sign me up, where can I get me one of those!?!

WRANGLER BUTTS DRIVE ME NUTS!!!

Utah sucks, no maybe its just mormons

So I serve at the Olive Garden here in Provo which one would think is not that bad of a gig. And it isn't really, I love the people I work with and most of the time I enjoy my tables. There is one trend however, that I have began to notice about the guests, the majority don't tip. Okay they do, but its like 10%. In California people would be embarrassed to do that here they think its normal. WRONG!!! Maybe I wouldn't mind so much if I made more than $2.13 an hour, which in case you're interested only covers taxes so my checks come with a lovely pattern of VOID decorating every inch of their surface. At least I haven't been stiffed since my first day of training. I guess the tips could be worse, but let's face it not much. And I'm not gonna lie, every time someone orders alcohol I get excited because I know that a decent tip will come off that table. So you see that cheap mormons have led me to a life where I encourage others to drink away their worries, and I recommend it too . . .

the experiment

So I signed up for this solely so I could comment on Shark's blog so this may well be the first and last post, but we will see, time will tell, and all that rot. I should be preparing for the lesson I have to teach tomorrow in Relief Society, but I am doing this instead. I am sure that when I am trapped in my personal version of outer darkness (which involves a trip to Wal-Mart) I will regret that I wasted this time that could have been spent strengthening my spirit and therefore saving my soul. But everythings a trade off now isn't it.

If you think the name of this blog a little odd you are not alone, it is a bit of an inside joke among the roommates and my gmail account. And oddly enough it is always available so I don't have to play the create a name game for an hour before I open a new account. I hate that game.