i'm in karey's room on her new computer. in the livingroom behind me karey, elicia, heather and sarita are having an interesting conversation about girls they know who look like lesbians but who aren't. it is now morphing into people who get 'the operation' and the complexities of homosexuality. it's a very interesting convo.

today was a very good hair day and it all seems for naught. i wish good hair days would last more than one day.

i was cranky last night and this morning. i wasn't meaning to be cranky and didn't even really know i was until i would interact with other people and see their reactions to me. then i thought, wow, i must be coming across cranky. people never expect me to be that way and they always are like woah at the slightest hint of testiness from me. it was the kind of morning that i was in a hurry but kept dropping things just at the most enfuriating moment. i tried to stay calm. i wanted to have a good fast day. of course i was rushed for time and left late. but i sang hymns to myself in the car and that soothed my testy spirit. i was just coming up the hill to church with few minutes to spare when i saw a gaggle of dark suits at the bottom and walking up. it was the missionaries and two investigators. well one guy i don't know if he's a member or not. i've picked him up before. so i picked them all up and they squished into the car, holding the pot-luck casseroles on their laps. i pulled into the parking lot right at 1:00 and walked to my pew at the front just as pres. lee was giving the announcements. another scrape by accomplished. i would talk all about sunday, and the classes and the people i saw (like the stukkis who don't look at me. i mean today i was inches away from eric's face as i was manuevering by him and no eye contact. either they don't know who i am, or they are uncomfy) and the broadcast and going to scott's after for cake and icecream, not to mention friday and saturday tellings, but i have to go because karey's going to bed and i should too.