I can't rightly say the subjects on these blog postings ever have anything to do with the actual posts, but I'd like to think the interest generated by such bylines pays off. You come for icecream and get pie instead. Fetching world. Well, I guess if you are still reading my blogs it's working. Brilliant. Sorry if any of this sounds too english, I'm reading a british author right now and it's leaking into my everyday vocab.
Anyway, to my cousin D- I've been reading lame girly books and haven't enjoyed them. Instead of just picking out random books, I tried looking up your suggested reading material. Guess what? Juneau doesn't have a single one of them. None of them. I looked up ten of them. Lame-o.
I've also been walking home quite a bit. It's good for me, especially since I haven't been running. Therefore, my snacking on confections is justified. Just so you know. My roomie Peggi just plucked some rhubarb from her garden and we made a delicious strawberry rhubarb pie. We put it into a 13x9 inch pan b/c we didn't have any pie pans and just doubled the recipe. It turned out marvelously, I don't know how. Well, in any case, it was loads better than the one I made in Germany. Figures.
Let me see, I've got some boy news. Not really, because it's not news. I told my sisters and they just declassified it for me, so there it is, but let me fill you in.
I live in a house with three girls and six boys. Or so. Don't tell my mother. It's been great. The girls live on one side of the house in a sort of dorm room and the boys have like four other rooms they sleep in. We've got Paul, Eric, Nick, Brandon, Brian, Ein, Ria, Peggi, Me. I think that's everyone.
Paul has a gf and isn't often here. He looks like a lumberjack and is pretty funny. As you know, I've only lived here for a week, so I'm not sure I've got everyone figured out, but I've sorted it out most of the way. Ria is great. She's a dispatcher and really fun. She loves wearing skirts and has gotten many opportunities in the last couple days. Peggi is great. She's my mom roomie. She reminds me of my mom, in a good way, and is always making food for me and telling me funny stories.
Boys: Eric has a boyfriend, who doesn't live here. He's funny too, but not often home. Nick is quite attractive when he smiles and even when he doesn't, which doesn't often happen, but I don't see him often. He's a cleaning freak and really nice. He's also not very tall. Apparently everyone who lives here does their own thing.
Brandon is attractive in a bad boy sense. I mean, he's attractive, and he smokes and drinks. That doesn't make him attractive, he just is. I had the wrong impression about him when I first got here, someone, maybe Mike, told me he was a ladies man. He told me he hasn't kissed a single girl since he's been here. Interesting. He's also mormon, but not active, obviously.
Ein is also a drinker. Well, they all are, except Brian, since he's the only LDS person in this house besides me. Ein likes to tell me I remind him of old, obnoxious girlfriends and flirts with me in timeless ways. He's very nice, but I don't think I'm mature enough to handle him. I mean, he usually dates young girls and I think my maturity levels are out of his range. Brian told me my star shorts and high voice reminded him of Minnie Mouse yesterday and Ein wishes to call me that from now on. Let's just hope it's a passing phase.
Brian. Well, that just proves it doesn't it? Always a trouble name for me. I can't help, myself. Wow. Mer, really? Seriously? Before I came out here, Mike Evans told me I would get a crush on him. And wow, here it is. Peggi told me too. I was prepared to strike it down in a single blow. With a terrible swoosh of my machete. He waved at me in the Goshen and I lazily waved back, not caring. What happened to those days? Hiking. Horrible activity that it is.
We went hiking around in the mountains. We picked berries, had some good conversation, and he told me he had some trouble with grades in high school. I got hooked when he told me he wanted to create his own business. What the heck? That's never going to be a success! But what if it is a success? The vision! The dream!
I had a great time on our hike. He told me he wasn't dating right now, and wham! I found out he has a girl, who's a friend, who's going on a mission. Is he waiting and dating for her? Yes. Confusing? Yes. Confusing because he pushed me over numerous times on our walk, shook cotton trees on my head, and gave me the juciest berries from our picking.
Confusing because his girlfriend, named Adriana had a dream we went hiking and kissed. He and the new single LDS girl living in his house. Then she gave him permission. Pah. Permission. Like I'd give him my permission. The scoundrel. I found out today Mike told him in advance I'd have a crush on him. WTH!
Why would you ruin my odds like that, Mike? Ridiculous. I'm delectible. I don't need people dropping my stats. Brian thinks we should be facebook friends because he wants Adriana to be able to get on my profile and check me out. She's going on a mission in a month, does any of this really matter to her. Wait! I'M going on a mission in 3 months. Does this really matter to me? I'm crazy. Obviously.
I've also spent a lot of time being self-satisfied and happy with my life. It's been great. However, this little aphid is eating away at my hard candy shell and I'm not sure how to slow the deterioration. What can I do? Help me Obiwan Kanobi! You're my only hope. And my feet stink. All the time. I can't help it. I'm putting socks on. Serves me right to have feet. Serves me right to be walking all the time. I'm getting the sweat glands on my feet disconnected as soon as I can afford it.
He'd better not kiss me. I will punch him in the face.
I walked on the Mendenhall Wetlands yesterday!!! It was amazing! No, wait, I walked on them Monday. I have wanted to do so the last four years and I finally made my dream a reality. I walked and didn't bring my camera b/c I'm dumb. I didn't know I'd be doing it ok.
I was having a serious bout of depression for 5 min after talking to my sister Bonnie about having no friends and this wild idea came to me. What if I walked across the wetlands to my house from the church!! I live right across the channel and it would be completely awesome! And it was.
I walked through silt that felt like snow. It sunk about 6 inches. Mike told me I'd get worms and I took my shoes off anyway b/c people walk the beach all the time without fear of worms. Therefore! He also told me I couldn't do it. Complete rubbish! Of course I can! Anyway, I did. Because I rock.
I talked to my branch Pres. about the mission interviews. He said it was possible and I'm stoked. Someone called me tonight to see if I could work and I couldn't get down there w/o walking, so I told him I couldn't b/c I have no car. It's true, but I still wish I could have found a way. Darn Douglas Island house that's a 1.25 hour walk. Boo. Tonight I'm going to figure out how to watch the Bachelorette. I need to be updated. I've waited to long and need to know what's going on.
I suppose that's all my news. Sorry I've been lax. I've got a lot on my plate and I need to eat. I'm starving! Literally and figuratively.