Just Say Hi Today

Today has not been the best day of my life.
It all started last night, when I was a little low on life because of internal conflict. Usually when I get some sleep I'm much better in the morning. Apparently this did not happen. I woke up to go running with Kayla, to find her on the couch just barely waking up (there was a big moth in her room last night at about 1:30, and she couldn't sleep with it in there with her). So no running(9th day straight). I debated to go running by myself but thought against it since it was dark and we girls are encouraged to not go out by ourselves. So I slept in till 7:30.
Even waking up the second time I wasn't my normal perky self. As I was getting ready, I was mad at myself because I put some homework off till the morning thinking it would be small. It wasn't. After finishing it I now only had 40 minutes to get out the door. As I was rushing I needed to make my lunch. The issue mentioned in my previous post had occurred again, and I had some very choice words in my head as I stared at the mess in the sink. It's a good thing that no one was in the kitchen... So I grabbed one of my plastic disposable knifes, made my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and mumbled under my breath the entire time. It's not that hard to wash a stupid knife after you use it. Seriously.
So I rushed to school (entirely my fault). Got to class with a minute or two to spare. Afterwards, I went outside to find a place to read my scriptures for class and sat in the sun. Thirty minutes later, I was boiling and decided to go sit in the shade. As I sat down, I noticed how cold the granite seat was. I put my hand down next to me and felt something cold and wet. Yes, I sat in a puddle. I laughed sarcastically to myself, since this is just adding to my lovely day.
As I got to my Calculus class, it was hard to keep my mouth shut as some stupid kids were making retarded comments throughout the entire pop quiz (I got 4 out of 5 because a stupid mistake. Like usual). Half way through the class, they were still making their comments and I muttered some sarcastic comment and the kid next to me chuckled under his breath, and i had to apologize for my rudeness. No one deserves to be the rebound of my frustration with life, no matter how moronic they are.
Then for some reason I couldn't even keep my eyes open in my Doctrine and Covenants class. I felt so sorry for the teacher since I was sitting in the front row and he was my previous Bishop. I then went home since I didn't want to stay up on campus anymore. I decided to get out the of the house so I went in search of some nurseries for bulbs and fertilizer. Couldn't find any of the stores till they were closed except for Homedepot which doesn't even have steer manure, just turkey. I drove away empty handed, and just drove slowly home. And now I'm here venting.
All I need is a friend to stop by for me and give me a hug. That is all I ask for.
I have institute tonight, since I promised Kayla I would go. I will try to keep my mouth zipped shut and my eyes still so as not to roll them at ridiculous people. I think I need a dose of spirituality.

Potential Happiness.

First off, I would like to say how random some of my blogs are. And when I say random, I mean within one post. Let me demonstrate.

There has been a new pet peeve of mine that has surfaced it's nasty head. Dishes. Growing up I never did dishes, which is a bad habit and feel for sorry for my mother who put up with it. Now, I've seen the error of my ways and do my dishes almost right after they are used. Mom, you would be proud of me. But my resolve was heightened when during our meeting, the other girls wanted everyone to do their dishes since the ones in the sink that are there for two or three days were disgusting to them (either Kayla or I would just wash them if they got too high). Well, two weeks later, Kayla and I do our dishes after every use, and this is our sink now.

There are no silverware (even after I wash one from the sink, I come home and it has been used and now partying with it's homies back on the bottom of our sink...) In this picture the scenario is as follows. One of the bottom floor girls finally washed their cups, bowls, and other big items, but left the entire collection of silverware in the sink. Why? I have no idea. It's not like it would have taken too much longer to jut wash them too. (I refuse to wash their dishes since they are the ones having dish issues.) But I leave on Friday morning with just the silverware in the sink. And when I get home, behold our sink(above). How can four girls make that much mess in twelve hours. Twelve hours that they are supposedly not home for. Did the dirty dish fairy come and give us a present? Maybe. For now, I will think it's the fairy so as not to write forceful reminders to my fellow house-mates. But Something has to be done.

And on the flip side, I was home last night after my somewhat good test (86% on the multiple choice part of my Calc 2 test. Thank you. Thank you.) But Kayla was out with her boy-toy, and all my other friends were out doing something already. So what does a single, good looking, college girl do? I went grocery shopping. As I was at Maceys there are three different types of people who come in on a Friday night. The singles with no social lives (me), the married young couples who want to rub their livelihood in the faces of the single adults, and the older couples that have finished their date nights and are now bring home food to their quiet abode since all their children have grown up and moved out. I witnessed an older couple having some fun with a Da Vinci pasta display. As I was walking past them, the husband started giggling and grabbed two packages of pasta and put them in the cart. And then the wife started to giggle and grabbed one and placed it directly into the basket. This continued for a couple more turns and they were laughing the entire time. This is what I want in a marriage. A marriage where we are still young and giddy even though grey hair may populate our hair and wrinkles dominate our faces.