Birthday Song

(July 8, 2011)
Am I the only one who sings that song anymore? Probably. Hahaha Happy happy happy happy 20th birthday!!!
You're OLD!!!
Haha I miss you tons, I hope you have a crazy awesome birthday. I'm personally going to spend your birthday driving to Wyoming for my grandparents' sixtieth anniversary. Which kind of sounds like it's going to be lame, but is actually going to be UNBELIEVABLY awesome, as it will definitely involve all of my siblings and a road trip, which is my favorite favorite favorite, and will undoubtedly also involve blowing things up and fire and fireworks and all sorts of other pyromaniacal behavior.
Hmmph. The Google doesn't believe pyromaniacal is a word. Pish, tosh. If I say it's a word, it's a word. Also, in case you were curious, The Google believes in the existence of tosh, but not of pish. Intriguing.

Other things I have to say....Let's see. I'm rereading all of the Harry Potters backwards. Not fully backward, just seventh to first. Probably skipping the second, because my sister has stolen our copy and is refusing to return it. Right rude of her, it is. Anyhow, it's remarkable that considering the number of times I've read each of them (and the discomfiting truth is that that number is distinctly into the double digits for several of them, at this point) they are still wildly entertaining. Not to mention enormously preferable to reading anything that's actually supposed to expand my brain, ha ha.

Updates on Stephen, since I know you love to be informed upon the every detail of my gigantically mundane life, he's been in California since last Saturday. He returns tomorrow, but I'm unfortunately gone until Monday. All of this would be unimportant were it not for the fact that he hasn't talked to me since he left. It might be a bad thing, it might not. He generally calls or texts me when it can be a means to hanging out, and not otherwise. I dunno. The jury is out, and I remain unbelievably blase about the whole thing. Really.

Haha the funny thing is that I'm working rather hard to keep my options open. Somewhat counter-intuitively, I like Stephen far too much not to be smart about the way this whole thing is going down. I rather dislike the idea of putting all of my eggs in a basket with such a very tenuous future. Which means that I've about five other boys in whom I have varying levels of interest sticking around and I'm by no means calling them off until Stephen and I are official. For example, I'm being half set up with a friend of a friend. He's charming and funny and such, and we hung out last night. I'm fairly certain that one's interested. It's hard to say for sure, of course, but I swear that my radar for that is generally pretty healthy. If a little overconfident occasionally. Anyhow, there's also this drummer from my old ward, one of Jackie's friends from high school, etc., etc.... Does this make me a bad person? Probably not. I think it's fair to assume that I'm a free agent until anything to the contrary is official discussed, don't you?

Oh, also, I'm concerned that I'm getting more obnoxious. I know, who would have thought it possible for me to be even more insufferable? But truly. I keep hanging out with new people and catching myself being rather irritatingly brash. Oh, peculiar, related story: So the other night, I hung out with Kaitlin and Cade Garlock and Nate Brown. You probably don't know those kids. But they were probably Matt Palmer's two best friends in high school. I know Cade pretty well, and we hang out all the time, but I'd only seen Nate like once or twice prior to hanging out with him Wednesday. Anyhow, I was flirting with Nate rather significantly...because I just do that. When boys are receptive to my flirting, I can't put a lid on it. Seriously. So, yes, I was being outrageously flirtatious and being surprised that Nate remembers things like my last name, etc., and he says, "Oh, I know all kinds of things about you. Haha, people have warned me about you, you know." Which meant that I spent the rest of the night being abjectly mystified as to who in our entire high school would consider me anywhere near man-eating enough to warn people against. Haha it's almost flattering, really. Oh, and the boy also seemed highly skeptical when I announced that I generally make it a practice not to lead boys on, ever. Rude. Flirtation is not leading people on. Pur-lease.

(Also, your reply would be an excellent time for you to A) be as perplexed as I am as to who would promote such peculiarly flattering censure, or B) offer suspects. I'm just saying)