Just One More Reason...

I am amazing, I know, I know.

Spin around in your highest heels...

I'm not tired, but I should be. So I think I'll ramble to myself here and put myself to sleep. I'm pretty good at doing that. So, Dashboard Confessional had a new CD come out a few weeks ago. I really like a couple of the songs, but overall I was disappointed. Sad day. Good thing I got a student discount when I bought it, so I don't feel like I lost a bunch of money. David and I are going laptop shopping tomorrow. Yay! I had a weird dream when I was sleeping earlier today...yes, I fell asleep after work. Why do you think I can't sleep now? Yup. So it was a funny dream. I vaguely remember running from Ginny Weasley and slapping Harry Potter so hard he got a handprint on his face and I had to go to jail for it. I think. (It's sehr vague.) Maybe there is a deeper meaning there...My boss is leaving us secretaries in-charge for the rest of the week. This is a little worrysome. You would be astonished if I told you how crazy helping run a private owned business owned by a bishop is. All I ate today was ice cream and other sweet types of food (ie chocolate milk, rice krispies treats, strawberries) so I am hungry for something really un-sweet now. But I'm not hungry. Lovely, isn't it? Karina and I went on a little run. She's so funny. My sisters are awesome. As are my brothers. And parents. I guess that explains my awesomeness, huh? You wouldn't believe the fun we had at FHE last night. We slid down the stairs in a mummy bag. SO FUN. At the branch FHE I went to before the family one we played red-rover and missionary tag. That was also really fun, but I got a HUGE bruise on the side of my knee from being the ultimate klutz. I was slipping and tripping all over. I even maganged to fall on some guys foot. So I'm a little sore from that. Pathetic, I know. Sore from red-rover? What does red-rover mean, anyway? It's an odd game. I'd never played before. Something else I did yesterday worthy of note: I drove all the way from work to my bosses house with the parking break on. I didn't realize it was on (it was his wife's van) and I just thought it was a difficult car. So I was like, cruising on the freeway with it on all la-dee-dah like. So embarrassing. How do I even show my face in public anymore with all these stories?