Keep the Old...

In the last two days, I have had two reunions with two old friends.

Two hugs,

two deep, meaningful chats about life, the universe, and everything,

memories of two different times of my life,

And two more "life lessons":

1. Don't spend your whole life thinking that you have to be best friends with Barbie.

2. Don't EVER let good people fall out of your life.

P.S. Katie, What the heck that I couldn't find a picture with both of us in it, so this is what you get (I freaking love this, btw.) We need to remedy that. Stat.

Jimmy, you are awesome. And this picture is old. Lets take a new one sometime, yeah?

Another List.

Two things I'd like to be:

1) Funny

2) Done with finals

Yeah, that'd be cool.

I watched a couple of fabulous Sandra Bullock movies that were on TV while "studying" tonight. She is gorgeous. And hilarious. And... done with finals? Maybe not. Its gotta be pretty tough to have a crappy, cheating husband, let alone the media all over you. I guess I probably wouldn't like that too much. Third thing I want:

3) A nice husband. One day. Gimme a good LONG while, but one day.

Girls, "Boys", and Life-Affirming Truths

If you would've asked me this morning what I would write a blog post about today, I would have laughed at you. Blog? Me? Today? Ha.

But, if I had to, I would tell you that I would probably write about being pseudo-mom the past few days, maybe, if I had time, which I didn't/won't/still don't.

But here I am, and I am not writing about being pseudo-mom. That was interesting, maybe I'll write about it another time, but no, I'm writing about what a 20 year old BYU co-ed should be writing about. BOYS. Yup. Are you proud of me? You should be.

I just spent the last two hours sitting with 5 or 6 girls from my major, and despite classes now officially over, and the start of finals beginning, we talked nothing about school. We talked BOYS. I'm talking "I was engaged before," "How many relationships have you been in," "How'd you meet," SERIOUS girl talk, about boys. And it made me realize a couple of things.

1. I need to go to my own ward, and you know, like actually TALK to a boy or two that is in the same "place" as me. That would probably be a good idea.

2. I am inexperienced. I think thats okay, though.

I don't know what it all means, or if its important, or if I need to go purge the potato chips I had for dinner (don't worry, I wouldn't actually do that. I mean the purge part. I definitely did the potato chips part.) so that I could feel a little more confident physically or whatever, but I forgot to mention one more thing I learned/remembered/reinforced.

3. I like myself. I am at a place in my life where I like myself! If I am okay with who I am, it doesn't matter if I have a date every weekend, or if I have a date this year; I'm happy with who I am, and I think thats pretty cool.

See, this is how okay with myself I am. I was layin' on a dolphin at a park. You know. Whatevs. :)