basically all i've eaten lately is ramen and noodles of other varieties. i just am out of lunch ideas. and sick of shopping.
seriously i feel like i grocery shop 4 times a week. i feel like i do a good job of meal planning but then breakfast comes around and all there is is cereal, or i can't think of something different to make for lunch. i am starting to hate the grocery store.
why are teenage girls so dramatic?
why are women so dramatic?
i have nothing to wear and a closet full of clothing.
people really annoy me sometimes, and i probably shouldn't get so annoyed, and usually do a pretty good job of just minding my own business- but i just want to scream sometimes.
i almost miss pcs. mostly just the coworkers part of it. hanging out with other people all day. the girls i hate. but the social interaction with others my age on a daily basis... i miss it.
i feel like i've been to church more in the last month than in the last few years. having a calling in young men's/young women's is like having an instant list of calendar events. lessons on sunday and presidency meetings and planning meetings and mutual every wednesday night and any activity that the young women are in charge of/in attenence/even think about, i have to be there. it's fun, but holy cow, it feels like it's been a lot lately. add regular sunday church hours and visiting teaching/damon leaving to do home teaching, and wow. i love this quote from elder maxwell though, on why we don't have any paid clergy (or paid anything) in the church:
(thanks for the intro, pat)
my husband looks really hot when he wears his glasses.
since we moved in here we had a lot of boxelder bugs in the apartment. (ok, i'd find like 4 a day crawling around) which is gross. and apparently you can't do anything about. but i haven't seen a live one in days now, i hope they're gone for good.
not having a washer and dryer is really sucky. having an old washer and dryer down the hall that barely clean and also costs $2 for one little load of laundry is probably worse than having to go to a laundromat. it's going to be hell with a newborn.
i almost bought a baby crested gecko today.
i miss utah. and the people in utah. and the restaurants and even (never thought i'd say this) the mountains a little bit.
a week ago today people i care about had the worst day of their lives. and this week i watched ellen and loaded the diswasher and made a purse out of duct tape. how does that happen? how is it that time can move so relentlessly forward when it feels like maybe at least 10 seconds should feel like 20, or 2 hours should feel like half a day? i have a picture of rod surrounded by us youth from almost a decade ago, on the front steps of our church, about to start a missionary activity. i need to find a scanner.