August, why'd you go so fast?

I don't know how it is today. I mean I do. The sun rises and falls, or at least the earth keeps rotating. But I didn't seem to realize it was happening.

I got an interview for a job I hope I get. Better pay, benefits, and probably not people who make me want to cry or scream there. I really hope I get it.

My friends moved to Logan, got married, are getting married, or stayed in the City of T, as they call it when they don't want to say the city's actual name. I wish I could combine Logan and the City of T. That would literally be the best place on the earth. They practically belong together anyway.

I was going to go to Sounds of the Sabbath at 9 this morning, but my mom and sisters are sleeping in, and even though I could go back to sleep, I can't really, because I already woke up and going back to sleep is difficult for me. So now I have time to blog!

For those curious, 21 feels like 20, but it's an odd number, so that might throw you off balance if you are an even-tempered person. I'm just a tempered person, like metal, so it doesn't really affect me, but just be aware, alright? I've seen it catch people off guard.

That's my lame attempt at humor. My brain isn't functioning too well this early.

I'm joining another editing/writing group, and this one seems to be specific to scifi/alternate reality/techie/GEEKsquadWORTHY stories, so I'll have a place to go for that side of my creativity. It'll be pretty epic.

And my sister gave me an audrey hepburn journal with quotes in it and audrey on every other page. YAYERS! My mom gave me an AMAZING fossil watch. I love watches so much. I finally saved up enough money to get new glasses and contacts. Kim is letting me read her copy of Mockingjay first--sweet right? She's also taking me to the SLC library, one I have dreamed of going to but never have. And Doug is planning on moving to Utah, so that's an exciting idea.

Also I have a new diet. It is called the free dinner diet of Utah Noodle. I get beef chow mein, a hamburger, or chicken salad every night, and I get a free soda, only I gave up soda entirely once I decided not to drink DP anymore (because if you don't have DP, what's the point of soda?), so I just get a soda for one of my sisters or ReAnne or my parents or someone who's doing me a favor.

People still think I look 15 or 25. I have no clue how that's possible, but it's happened repeatedly. Some customers get shocked faces to discover I'm a college graduate, and some guys get shocked faces to discover I'm probably making them look like a pedafile. I dated another guy who was 33. Don't ask why. He thought I was older than 25 and I didn't think he broke 30 yet.

In the last month, I got ideas for 7 more books. I need to get busy or my brain might explode. But I also want to play sims because I love designing houses and rooms and making people and outfits. It's another type of creativity, but I'm aware it's a complete waste of time.

And I'm running out of new books to read. If anyone has suggestions, say them now...

And that's all the typing my wrists can take today. I'll post some funny moments later I guess.

Almost at its finest

I think I was just involved with stupidity in one of its finer moments.

So remember that guy who told me to be nice when we didn't see each other for a while?

Remember how there's been nothing going on since then?

Well guys are stupid! Wednesday morning, I got a text from Jared man saying that he was at lagoon with his family. He knew I had a passport, so would there be any chance I could meet him there?

I was eating breakfast in west jordan with some friends. UH DUH! wasn't expecting a text from HIM that day. I told him I had already made plans, was in west jordan, and had to work at 3, so I don't think so.

If he wants to continue thinking something is going on, good for him, because it's hard to think something could still be there when we haven't communicated in how long. it's hard work to pretend you have a relationship when you don't.

Geez. what a moron. get some pants dude.

okay, he's not a moron. he just needs pants. i'm just mad because he has all the potential to be the coolest guy ever, but he's a clueless idiot. what a waste

Jaycey's Hobo

My little sister has been so wonderful lately, driving me to work while my car goes nuts trying to figure out if it wants to die or not. I hope it decides to stick with me for a few more years. I love my boat car so much.

Anyway, Jaycey noticed a guy who's always on a street corner on her way home from dropping me off at work. She really loves hobos, wants to help them out as much as she can. So one day she had a few bucks, and she was stopped at his corner due to a red light. She rolled down her window and said I have a few dollars if you want them.

The man got up and crossed the lanes to where she was holding the money out for him, and she could tell it hurt him to walk, and she could see he was almost crying when he said "thank you."

The light turned green after he got off the road. Perfect timing for a guy moving slow and painfully. My sister of course shares her life events with everyone and calls my mom. She tells me when she picks me up from work.

And my first thoughts were "that could've been dangerous, and you don't know when you are getting a paycheck next," and then I cringed inside because I imagined him trying not to cry. Maybe he was in pain and that's what the tears were for, but I don't think so.

I've discovered that lots of things in life are a mixture, emotions particularly. I think that man's teary eyes were due to a mixture of pain, gratitude, hope, humbleness...such and such. This man used to be different. I'm sure he grew up dreaming the impossible just like every other child, and here he was on the street. What kind of rotten luck is that? Maybe it was due to the choices he made, but I don't think people willingly choose to put themselves on the street, no matter what they've done in the past. And some people are just unlucky. It doesn't work out for them.

It made me appreciate what I have a lot more, and it made me admire my sister's get up and go serve attitude.

So when my grandma came to town yesterday and we had half of an ice cream cake leftover, Jaycey said we should bring an extra spoon with us and give it to the man. She was sure he'd be in his spot because he was there every day.

We went past his spot, ready to give him a delicious treat, but he wasn't there. Jaycey was sad, but I think the willingness to give will still bless her. At least she could give it to our cousins. I bet they enjoyed it.