Ex-girlfriends

black jettas

Yeah...I know you don't get that...unless you're Megan. And even then, I'm not sure. It might be one of those memories that only I have. So it should be written down before I forget it. But it's probably no use, because it's not like it's an important memory like oh yeah, bullets hit JFK from two directions, or even a personally identifiable memory like and then we had sex, so it probably isn't worth the time to type out a paragraph or anything about it.

*rimshot*

Wednesday was a bad day, ex-girlfriend-wise. Jamie (ex) always wore this very strong vanilla scent. I associated it with her, because, well, I hadn't known anyone that wore that before. Well, come to find out, my sister has decided to wear that same vanilla scent. It's very annoying, grr. It's not like I miss her, I just don't want to think about Jamie that much. Anyway, I drove my sister to fencing. It was at east lyme. So, all the ride, I was reminded of Jamie. That wasn't nice. Then, of course, Katie was there. Whee! Oh yes, and her brother. And I don't get along with either. So that was another night of uncomfortableness. I didn't end up getting to referee any matches. Oh well. It was ok.

sigh.

my grandmother's here. up from florida, and such. Not too much fun. Had to go to Temple tonight. I don't quite feel like I have to anymore. My beliefs don't require me to go to temple, because I'm comfortable with what I believe. But I guess that doesn't fly. Not that I tried to convince anyone.

Sigh. I don't want to have an Eagle court of freaking honor on sunday. or ever. I don't want that much attention focused on me. I don't like it, and I don't want it. stupid shit. And I still have to finish up my speech thingy. Which I don't know what I'm going to say, other than to thank a long list of people for stuff they did. gah.

Anyway, I'd like to thank the two people who have commented on here. cystema and Megan. So thank you two.

Everyone else, start commenting. Or maybe no one else is reading this. Yeah, I'd bet that.