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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Well Everyone is Sleeping

My head is driving me crazy.  I need to run.  Hard.  I need loud music.  But the gym closed an hour ago.  And mother would kill me if I ran alone at midnight.  So alas the blogging world gets a vent sesh and my legs don't get to feel happy.

Thoughts that are keeping me awake:

  • 26 days
  • Do I really need flat sheets?  Who is hating on the fitted kind?
  • Why do sister missionaries have to wear ugly shoes?
  • I won't see the life size photo of me as a bridesmaid that will hang on the wall until I get married.  I might hate it, and there it will be.
  • I have to say good bye to my sister for a year and a half at her wedding reception.  Not ideal.
  • I will never live in this house again, because I would have to live with marrieds.
  • I have to remember to send my driving record to the vehicle coordinator.
  • Sooo sick of shopping, and so much more to do.
  • I didn't realize I had a bad attitude, but yes H&M I teared up in you. 
  • Ugh I hate crying!  
  • I think Doc Clay ruined my hand.  Because it tingles and sometimes goes numb.  Which I don't think is normal.
  • That black brace is not my favorite accessory.
  • Dad.  I love my dad.
  • My heart aches for the Chands.
  • I keep saying 18 months isn't a long time, but actually it really kind of is.
  • Sarah and Zach?  What the heck is going on!  
  • That boy, that beautiful boy.  
  • When he says he thinks too much, and distractions mess him up more, what does that even mean?
  • Does he miss me?  Because I miss him, and I'm not as good as he is about not liking each other anymore.
  • Which, by the way, is stupid!  Why do we have to not like each other anymore?  Why can't we just be best friends, who write, while he dates all the wrong girls, and misses me a lot, and we'll both be real happy when I get home?  No not liking involved.
  • I am going to look really good at Laurie's reception.  Like really good.
  • I need to talk to Kinsey about our yurt expedition.
I could keep going.  Believe me, it is hyper-speed up there, and sleep is just not coming.  I commend you, if you read all of that.  My brain.  I need to run!

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