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2005-03-17 - 8:06 a.m. Happy Saint Patty's Day and my Grandpa's birthday. I'm wearing green, so no virtual pinches!! So because I'm so on top of everything, I have time to write because I have absolutely nothing else to do. (Yes I already groomed the dog) So, last night was a combined mutual. (Meaning the boys and the girls together) It was so much fun! We played glow in the dark volley ball and despite my sport retardation, I had a good time. I mean, sure, hand me a racquet and put up a net and I can play some mean tennis, but other then that (especially when the sport involves a ball flying towards my head) I'm pretty much the epitome of a girl in sports. I hate that. I wish I could be one of those girls that has no fear of being pumpled by the ball and just goes straight for it like there's no tomorrow and thwaps (yes thwaps, it's onomatopoeia people!) the ball to the other side so hard that it hits the other loser girl that's afraid of the ball right in the face. But alas I'm at the other end of that sad analogy and there I'm afraid, I shall stay. Hey, I hit the ball like four times. It usually went backwards or straight down. Which I found out is NOT the point of the game. And there's Cameron on the other side rocking at volley ball. Dang it. Oh well, at least he was on the other side so I could say I pitied him and let him win. He wore Mickey Mouse gloves all night. It was kind of funny because the rest of him was darker colors so you couldn’t really see anything other then that and the quote on his shirt from Napoleon Dynamite. So there’s these words and Mickey Mouse gloves floating in the air. Teehee, it was cute. But then everything he does is cute. (Egarner, maybe the reason you don’t talk about your love life is because you’re a guy and guys don’t usually think about that kind of stuff, whereas girls (like me) are constantly thinking about that kind of stuff. Just a thought. Especially sense you don’t really have one at the moment. But I think it’s funny that you even thought about it enough to put it down. Lol.) Okay, one more thing about Cameron, hang in there and I’ll move on I promise. This is cute though: So there’s a little girl, Calli who is new to the Young Women’s and she was trying to find a ride home. So she asked me who I was going with and I had arranged a ride with Davin. He’s a really cool guy in my ward. He’s really nice and fun to talk to. He owns a beat up orange bug that is his pride and joy and in order to start it, he has to rev the engine, so it’s funny because there’s this tiny orange bug revving it up in the parking lot. It makes me laugh. Anyway, so I asked him if he’d give me a ride home and he said sure. Cameron was standing with me while I was talking to Calli and heard me say I was riding with Davin. He told me he was riding with Joey so I was bummed because I knew that Joey was leaving soon because his mom was in a particular hurry that night. And I knew that I couldn’t switch rides because that would look way obvious. So I left that conversation and was hanging out with other people and talking and laughing and stuff and then I hear Davin calling for me to come and Cameron was standing by him going, “Yeah Alicia, hurry up.” And I looked at him and he was like, “Yeah, I’m coming with you guys.” Tee hee. I guess he had a good excuse because Joey’s mom was in such a hurry, but I think there may have been a little under sided reason there. I don’t know, I hate reading things into stuff like this because then I just end up disappointed when it turns into nothing. But it would be awesome if it could happen. I like him a lot. Okay, I swore something more interesting, when in truth, I got nothing. I have to baby-sit tonight for my mom’s church meeting. Fondly called Enrichment. It’s supposed to be the biggest whatever of the year which means the plethora of children there will be insane and I fear for my life because it may just only be me by myself which is suicide. I keep forgetting to call Aimee to ask her to do it with me so now it’s probably way too short notice. To give you an idea, last time I bay-sat for Enrichment, there were twenty kids there. That wasn’t the biggest whatever of the year. This is. We’re expecting somewhere around forty kids. There is no way. If you don’t hear from in a long, long time, I’m dead. Murder by Children. The California Toddler Massacre. Anywhoo, it could be interesting and if I’m NOT murdered, I’ll write tomorrow. *Kisses*
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