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2005-03-10 - 8:23 a.m. Okay, I didn't write yesterday. I think that is the first time I've actually skipped a day. *gasps with shock* could this possibly mean I have a life now?? Alas, no. I just didn't feel like writing about nothing yesterday so I spared you the agony and of listening to my ramblings. Today, however, you shan't be so lucky. So, I went to mutual last night. It pretty much rocked in socks. I apparently am way ahead in the personal progress area. (For all of you non Mormoms that read this which I don't think is a lot, but even so: Personal progress is a program in my church that has the young women accomplish a bunch of goals and jazz like that to make us better human beings.) anywhoo, it turns out that I am almost finished which is good because I can't get my drivers lisence until I get the award. So I was very happy. We played a bunch of games and did one of those snazzy note games where you pass a piece of paper around a circle with your name on it and everyone writes something fabulous about you on it and it makes you fell special. Yay. Apparently I'm funny. Out of nine girls, five of them said I was funny. It got to the point where I did that thing in my mind where I look at the word 'funny' so many times that it looks fake. I don't know if you ever do that, but it's trippy. Take any word (I love doing my own name) and say it over and over and over until finally it doesn't seem like a word anymore. Only do this if you, like me, are freaquently bored and are looking for a fabulous thing to do in your spare time. Haha, I promise I'm not that pathetic. I usually do this in long car rides. Hahaha. Okay, so after the general having fun meeting, I had to go into a one on one meeting with one of my leaders to find out how I was doing in personal progress. Usually, it takes like five minutes, but my leader was feeling particularly slow and perfectionist that night took twenty minutes to finish so by the time I got out, everyone was gone and the building was dark and no Cameron in sight. At first I was upset but now I'm fine with it because I get to call him. Yay phones. But I'm scarred. I don't know why so don't ask me. I have no reason to be scared and yet here I sit, scared. I am so drama deprived!! Eagarner, I'm living vicariously through you. . .(vicariously has been my obsession word for about two months so I use it a lot, if you want you can pretend that I don't. Whatever you don't like about me, pretend I don't do it and you'll once again love me.) I'm so jealous that your stake is doing a play. Ours hasn't done a stake wide play sense 'Young Pioneers of Zion" It was basically a two and a half hour documentary about the pioneers and as far as I know every time we did it, the audience members all fell asleep. I was ten at the time. So I'm very jealous. My school doesn't have theater. And it's that time of year where the local high schools put on their plays so I go and see them and I get incredibaly jealous. Ii'm going to LA for my birthday (There was a change of plan for the party thing once again.) and I get to see Lion King and I'm so excited! But I know I'm going to come home and feel completely restless and sad because of the lack of theater in my life. But that's okay, once I get my driver's lisence, my parents said they don't care what plays I chose to be in. Hooray for driving!! I can't wait! Pemits are nice, but it's getting old now and to be able to drive myself around is going to be so nice! My mom gets tired of taking me everywhere and I don't blame her at all. I'm a busy girl most of the time. I'm getting a job in two months. A real one, not babysitting, even though I'm going to miss the babysitting scene. That was nice. But I dunno what I want to do. I don't want a job actually, I want to be a kid forever. Gah. But I supose I must make money for I must clothe myself. And being as I have no money with which to clothe myself I commit fashoin faux pauxs every day. I'm dressing very 'fall' apparently. I usually don't tak stalk in such things, but this year for some reason I've become very conscious of silly things like that. Ho hum, it's me. Alrighty, I'm going to go now. I hope you've had a jolly time reading about the fabulosity that surrounds me. And now I shall leave you with this last word of advice: P.S. Eagarner, I like the idea of leaving the notes inside the journal entries, it secures the fact that you're actually reading my journal so if you aren't you'll never get these messages that are cleverly being left for you within the twisted pages of my life unless you first read about my life. I apoligize in advance. You rock that you love Fiddler on the Roof. It is the best play ever, I love the movie version, and you rock that you're listening to West Side Story. It makes me hopeful for this generation's male thespians. Ignore that termonology if it sounds too queer and pretend that it was never said if it wigs you out. Good luck with getting a part in "my Servant Joseph" I wish I could see it. And sense I'm leaving notes to people, thansk dream-worlds for always leaving me notes, I love it!
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