old friends. sigh.

i hereby resign from "...and then i found $100 dollars." i am taking my hundred dollars and running.

ah. it's friday. not that this week was hectic, but it's always better knowing that you can sleep in if you so desire the next day. and i soooooo desire that. what did i do at work today?? eh. just looked for apartments. did some accounting. what did i eat for lunch? chili's. my fav. i am just in a grand mood knowing that i only have one hour of work left...and that you are reading along with this nonsense of a post. doooooo. doooooooooooooo. ah. life is good.

hmmmm.

ah. it's good to be back.

here are things that may or may not, or that should or should not occur, but that i desire to do.

-- i want to make wedding cakes for a living.
-- i want to go on tour with a band...just to feel the pace of it.
-- i want to drive from coast to coast...stopping wherever, and staying for however long.
-- i want to make a cd.
-- i want to drive head-on into the car in the opposite lane.
-- i want to steal the furniture that people leave on the front porch.
-- i want to paint rugs on hard wood floors.
-- i want to be able to name something...like a star, or a freak bug that fits into no species.
-- i want a pet penguin that refuses to eat fish.
-- i want to see a volcano erupt.
-- i want to walk into starbucks and have them already know what i want.
-- i want to get married.
-- i want to get an old car, and totally restore it...with the help of a serious mechanic.
-- i want to see the wonders of the world...old and new.
-- i want to see all of my family come to know Christ.
-- i want to be considered a proverbs 31 woman.
-- i want to draw a picture, and actually have it look like what i was drawing.
-- i want to play the mandolin.
-- i want to win willy wonka's chocolate factory...and swim in the chocariver...even though it shouldn't be touched by human hands.
-- i want long hair.
-- i want...

here it comes. tomorrow the spongebob and tweety shirts make their appearance. there is no way to make those things can be made cool. believe me. we tried it all. it cause many memories to come to mind. memories of a nerdy childhood. and therefore, this post is hereby dedicated to my nerdy childhood.

-- second grade. i believed that it was cool to tuck your sweaters in to your pants. my sisters warned me repeatedly, to no avail. i went to school one day. proud as i could be at my sweet outfit. here comes the kicker. a sixth grader walked by me and was making fun of me to her friends. "did you see the second grader with her sweater tucked in to her pants??" oh. don't even think for a minute that i untucked it. no siree. josie grossy wore her shirt like that all day long.

-- a new kid moved in across the street from us, and i had put my arm in splint and made up this huge story about how i broke my arm playing some really cool game...or something. yeah, so this kid saw me later that day without it, and instead of saying that my arm wasn't really broken, i told him that it was my twin.

-- i used to learn my sister's spelling words for fun.

-- i think that at least once a week, i would fake that i had sprained my ankle. i always attended school with one shoe on and then limped around with my sock. a purple sock.

-- i ate lunch with my pre-cal teacher everyday. not because i had to, but because i liked hanging out with him. school gurnk.

-- i had a crush on jerome madrid for the majority of my elementary school years....just a side note. i went to school in sixth grade with a pick still in my hair, and said hi to jerome. and then...then i see it. the pick. no chance in ever getting that one. i think i gave up on that crush at that moment.

-- one time, my sisters told me that if i smelled our cats butt, that they would. and i did. and they didn't.

that is enough for right now....i must pack for wyoming. i don't know if you guys will be able to survive without me for yet another week, but please, do try.

steming from a conversation had with some females last night, would guys be offended if a girl told him that she liked him? From a girls' point of view, we fear that we would be taking the initiative step, but as girls, we need to know if there is a mutual interest. if you haven't noticed as of now, girls are emotional creatures...and we feel that breaking the silence would save not only face, but heart. hearing that we are not wanted would hurt, but also help us to get over it quicker. and sometimes, we as girls feel that there is mutual interest, but feel that the boys are nervous that we are not interested as well...the fear of rejection factor. Most of us girls have been in a situation where we felt that a d.t.r. was called for....but we were left hanging. should we have said something?? let us discuss. guys and girls. girls and guys.