(January 23, 2012)
On to more interesting things: I still have stories to tell that I don't know that you want to hear. I'll tell you some of the Grant, at least, because he remains positively the most unusual boy ever.
We hung out last weekend, and I will simply give you a rough transcript of some of the high points.
Grant: Do you want to hear something nice someone said about you?
Kristen [smiling broadly]: Is that a serious question?
Grant: So my roommate Nick saw you walking to school yesterday and came in and was like, "Kristen is so attractive. Like so good-looking."
Kristen: Ha! That is marvelous. On the short list of things I never tire of hearing, that people find me attractive is really really up there.
[Pause, in which Kristen appears to concentrate very hard]
Grant: What is that face?
Kristen: It just became really important that I remember what I was wearing yesterday.
Grant: It's true, though.
Kristen: That I need to remember what I was wearing yesterday? Glad you concur.
Grant: No, you're attractive.
Kristen [cautious, suspicious and skeptical]: uh....huh.....anyway.....
{Conversation proceeds to other topics for a while, and eventually comes around to the madness that was my Christmas break and the week following, and story swapping commences}
Grant: Yeah, and I even kissed a girl the same day I met her.
Kristen: Nice! That's totally on my bucket list. A guy. Eh, well I guess that I've technically done that, if you count dares, but I don't count those.
Grant: You don't count dares?
Kristen: Pfft. Of course not.
Grant: So I could dare you to kiss me right now?
Kristen [who is immediately regarding Grant from one slitted eye]: .....Technically.....but anyway....
[Roommates enter, and Grant and I are unable to talk as candidly as before, and he begins texting me from across the room]
Grant: So my cousin Brady. You should make out with him.
Kristen: Ha. Meh. Might second string him.
Grant: What does that mean?
Kristen: Oh, come on, use that snark for good instead of evil just this once and figure it out.
Grant: So who's first string?
Grant: Say it's me.
Kristen: Oh shut up :P
And then, as he walks me home:
Grant: I was so excited for you to come over so I could talk to you, it's too bad that everyone else had to come.
Kristen: Yeah, I know, I really like just talking to you.
Grant: I was thinking, "Kristen's coming over, this is going to be hot."
Kristen: ...ha....no you weren't.
Grant [In tones of sincerity]: Yeah, I kind of was.
He later texted me that evening and told me that he was hoping we could hook up.
My immediate response to which was: "Oh, you odd person. No, you weren't."
In other news, my brother Dustin called me a skank and told me to stop messing with boys' feelings and then proceeded to give me a really long lecture about how you can't just make out with boys without them caring about you. Sigh. Would that that were true, but excluding notable exceptions such as Spencer (which isn't entirely fair, as he was a substantial part of why we were having this conversation), boys are quite fine if they make out with me and never see me again. Grant certainly would not have been heart broken if we'd taken that particular course. (We didn't).
Anyhow, this should end, as I have enormous homework fixing to do before school tomorrow. Growl. SO do not want to finish homework tomorrow. Oh, and I just decided that I'm going to attach the thought paper I did for mission prep to this email. Am I? huh. Maybe I won't. You're judgy and I wrote it in forty-five minutes or so today. Eh. I'm doing it anyway.
I also want books to read. So badly. When I was sick on MLK, Jr. Day I spent the entire day rereading Hunger Games one. MARVELOUS decision. But now I want more of the candy.
Alright. Have to go to bed.
Give me more to work with this week, and you won't have to endure long letters about things you don't particular care for :)
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