"I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar."

I enjoy spending time with Corbin because he is both witty and intelligent but not egotistical or condescending.
Those are good qualities to be surrounded with. I approve.

Yayyyyy 45 minute Skype date with Jennay! Love that girl and the smile she puts on my face when I'm sad and alone! <3

2 minutes and 5 seconds. That's all it takes to end something.

"Can you climb high enough to get above the clouds, look down on the rain from a place in the sun?"
-Ally Condie

"This time maybe I'll be bulletproof"

Good morning world and all that inhabit it!

Skyyyype date with the beautiful Miss Jenny todayyyy!!! :D

I am so grateful for wonderful friends that I can call up and hang out with when my other plans fall through.


I love you, Savannah!

I've only had two "official" relationships and one that would be considered "successful".
Yet, I've gone on an impossible amount of dates and had a lot of options.
This is partly my decision and partly that somehow I attract D-Bags. :(
Cute Boy was cute and very interested in me. While I was not interested in a relationship or anything and hardly knew the guy, I did want to get to know this kid and see where things went. Pretty much the way I go into anything regarding men and relationship crap. Cute Boy texted me non-stop for five days. He was really diggin' me and, not gonna lie, the attention was rather nice, hhaaha. He was actually pretty cool and I was very excited when he enthusiastically suggested us "hanging out" tonight in addition to a potential date tomorrow to Saturday Market. After him not talking to me all day today {didn't bother me but was odd from him as far as I could tell} he called to say he forgot about other things he had planned tonight and was going to have to bail.
Okay.
Almost an identical situation has happened twice before. Once in October and once in high school {fuzzy on those details though...}. In October I met Tyler. Tyler was ROTC and very outgoing. I met him at a Monday-night corn maze fhe and by the end of the night he had my number and plans were made to go on a date the following saturday. He texted me non-stop that week until Friday. Never heard from him again. I hardly knew the guy so I wasn't heartbroken or anything, haha, but still! That is so rude and offensive!
I attract idiots, apparently. This needs to stop happening to me. Once was enough.

Time to go hang out with some girlfriends and forget about every man that has ever been a jerk to me before!

That cute boy asked me to hang out with him {maybe a date? can't tell} tonight a couple days ago.
I just got cancelled on.
This happens to me way too often.
:(

namesake

When my parents got divorced the judge should have written this.
Hearing your own parent bad-talk your other parent is painful and cruel. Believe me.

Hearing my nine year old sister sing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry is slightly disturbing.

"Mmm strawberries. Smells like brownies."
uhhh Morgan ...

I need a day off that consists solely of cleaning and sitting with my family. That is all I want for my next day off. That and sunshine. Unfortunately, after tomorrow I don't know when my next day off will be. :(

I seriously feel like I can't do my job today. Why am I suddenly so overwhelmed?

Hugging is so wonderful. Why don't we do it more often?! MORE HUGS!

3 Nephi 13:34

These are so good.

Especially the blue-machine.

Drink half when you get it and freeze the rest into a smoothie for breakfast.

:D

Wednesday evening

Home from work at 7:38. Bored by 8:00

8:05
me: Grandma, wanna go on a walk with me? Or something? Anything...? I'm feeling woozy and want to do something.
grandma: Woozy? Let's take your blood pressure, it's probably low.
me: ... uh, okay! That's something! *blood pressure thing-y doesn't work after ten minutes of tinkering*
grandma: hm.. that's odd.. let me try.. hmmm.... hmm... 
me: so, wanna do something? I think it'd be kinda fun to do yoga! Wanna do yoga with me, grandma?
grandma: Yoga gives me carsickness. *launches into story about how laying on her back at the end of a yoga exercise class gave her incapacitating carsickness*
me: I don't even... how..?? ......... Well... wanna go to 7/11 with me?
grandma: no, it's late {8:45} and your grandfather won't want me out that late {he doesn't care}.
me: okayyyy *retires to room to clean and doodle and change into pajamas*
9:00
grandma: Are you ready to go??
me: *emerging from room in slippers and sweats to grandma in jogging pants and shoes* what the...?? Grandma??
grandma: I thought we were going on a walk to 7/11!
me: I.. yes. Okay. *rushes to room to change*

Such an odd night with this woman.

Here's the thing. Body language is appx 55% of what we communicate. When flirting you've got to use more than just telepathy.

You'd be astonished at how much cranberry juice I drink.
It's probably breached the healthiness aspects of cranberry juice and gone to being severely unhealthy.
My kidney's can't be happy with me at this point.

Skype date with Jenny friday!

Hey Mitch? I miss you. I can't wait to go to the Nebraska zoo with you! ;)

Goal:

I'm the kind of person that, given the means, would eat my favorite cereal for breakfast and lunch and make a gourmet meal for dinner.

"Do people tell you that you're beautiful? I hope they do so that you can hear it; no words could be more true about you, inside and out."
be still my soul.

I'll give you four guesses

as to what I'm thinking about

right now

I'll take a dozen roses and a flock of balloons, please. :)

Although the title is somewhat hypocritical owing to my human tendency to err, and on a daily basis at that, I have somehow become known amongst my peers as a "grammar nazi". Sure, sure, I cringe when people mistake your with you're and it makes me crinkle my nose when the you and I rule is foolishly misused.. but I am by no means a "grammar nazi" to the level the sister that thought Alaska and Hawaii were right next to each other in the Pacific Ocean makes me out to be.

With that issue cleared up let me say this...

There are few larger turn-offs to me than a guy who appears smart when speaking but can't put together a functioning sentence over text message. That includes unacceptable misspellings, horrific grammatical errors, and improper capitalization.

Also. You know the word you keep spelling definately? It's spelled definitely. You should definitely try and get that right next time, human race.

The sounds of epic musical genius:

• pull up one tab with rainymood.com and turn the volume {at the bottom} to the lowest bar.
• pull up a second tab to youtube and get Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
• Close your eyes and bask in the glory!

I feel like Heathcliff. Brooding and passionate. Also crazy. Because Heathcliff was nuts. Now Rochester might be more accurate... He was the picture of tortured soul manly man.
Mm.

Fast food is so tempting. It's easy, fast, and those pictures look so dang good.
Then I eat it and want to barf all over myself.
Ick :p

I despise cat hair with all of my heart.

It's 10:45. I don't have work until 11:30 tomorrow. My grandparents are in bed.


I
am
so
bored.


What I've been doing the past hour:

 But then out of no where I get really hyper and giggle insanely.

 And then contemplative and a little scared.

 And there's a little bit of this for good measure.

I'm losing my mind...

I long to see the Dorset Coast.

{DISCLAIMER: This does not happen to everybody or at every first-impression-making-encounter, [only about 40% of the time does it happen really] but usually happens, and is not limited to, the following circumstances: in the presence of attractive men, large groups of strangers,  small groups of strangers, those I wish to impress, those I find intimidating, when I'm nervous or overly confident, when the sun is out, on Tuesdays at 3:00 am or pm, every day of my life.}

I'm really great at first impressions.

People meet me and are like,

"wow, she's so cool/pretty/funny/talented!

I sure want to get to know her better!"

See? The first impression worked.

Unfortunately, they're so impressed by that first time that they go back for a second.

Big mistake.

When that whole first impression thing goes down I lay out the best cards.

What you see is the best I get.

That first impression is the climax, the pinnacle of my good characteristics.

By the time you see me next everything will be a downgrade.

It's like false advertising.

But not.

So, basically I'm really great at first impressions.

And... that's about it.

My grandma just asked me if I had the 'munchies'.
She definitely doesn't know what that means to our generation.
What kind of a girl do you think I am, grandmother?!?!

Today work was great. I really enjoyed it. It was tough though. There was a lot going on and a lot to do. I did it and my boss was impressed but it was a challenge.
Near the end of my shift one of my co-workers came in and was talking about how easy our job is. She said, "people always say 'wow, your job must be so hard!' but I think they're idiots because this is the easiest job out there. If you can't do this then you should be in this home as a resident, not an employee."
First of all, I don't think that's an appropriate comment to make. Second, ouch. I don't think it's easy; I'm having a hard time with it.. :(

I've been working here for almost a month. I love it, but my head hurts SO badly from trying to remember so much. meds, protocols, conditions, schedules... agh.

I hate straws.

I don't believe in soulmates.

It always slips my mind how much of an unpleasant jerk I am until I do something stupid and remind myself. Gee, Kenz, nice job. Why don't you go suck at something else now?

Lately, I constantly find myself hungry, yet nothing sounds appetizing.
I should probably just hook up to an IV.

That moment when you're just chillin' at church. Bein' your cool self. And the hottest guy in the entire congregation decides to come and sit by you.


There's something about super insanely attractive people that makes me completely freeze up. I start shaking and smiling awkwardly and blushing and sweating and am rendered totally incapable of uttering a coherent sentence. I could be the most calm, cool, and collected person in the whole world until a hot guy that I don't know very well turns his attention to me and then I turn into that awkward, babbling idiot of a thirteen-year-old girl with braces and acne. It's a curse.


Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice that I turned into said dork and chatted comfortably with me - probably out of pity. Until he asked for my number!!!?!! Yeah, holy crap, right? Right. What is this world coming to...

I believe in Christ
He is my King

Rockfish. Scary crap.

Rest stops with ten disabled adults are somethin' else. Holy crap. Only four staff too.

There's a house and farm on a hill outside Hillsboro on highway 26 that I want. It's my dream home. Gosh, so perfect. <3

Beachward bound!

Some think recognizing there isn't a higher power is intelligent. I think believing your race is the most superior is not only unintelligent but self-centered.

"Past and present and reality - there's no difference."

Alzheimer's cat sittin' on my lap.

Still haven't seen Sherlock Holmes 2.
A boy once promised he'd take me to it. And then he left. He totally owes me. Little brat.

Breakfast

Fun Fact About Me.


I can't decide if I'm a morning person or not.
Because, on the one hand, I always have this insatiable urge to wake up early in the fear of wasting the day. I love getting up early, working out, doing some scripture study, and watching the sunrise. I really, really like that.
But, on the other hand, I hate people in the morning. Oh my gosh I will be so angry with you if you look at me, let alone talk to me, in the first hour after I wake up. No, not "good morning". Shut up. Don't talk to me. There's a reason I woke up early and I promise it is not to talk to you.


So.. does that make me a morning person that's a jerk or an early-rising jerk that isn't a morning person?

The point of this story was that I think breakfast is not fair.

I love eating and breakfast is definitely one of the best meals to eat. There are so many different things I want to eat when I wake up. Mmm, waffles, pancakes, cereal, orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, omelets, smoothies... I want it all. Unfortunately, as an early-rising non-morning-person jerk I have zero patience to make myself any of that. Just like I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to make food. I need to do one of three things. Either hire someone to cook for me, move in with a chef that doesn't talk, or marry a hot man that loves me so much that he makes me a delicious meal every morning.

Why is it getting up so hard?

so.

bored.

someone come save me.

Found a coupon for free ice cream at Krispy Kreme and took li'l Avery out to get it. She's fascinated by the donut maker assembly line thing. :)

What if "the one that got away" came back and you had a second chance?
What would you do?

Theoretically, of course. Theoretically.

So many questions, so much knowledge to garner, too little time.

reward for my 100 sit-ups: pizza.

Look at them leaves.

So many reasons to love...

Hillsboro.        AKA          Hillsburrito. {There are an abundance of Mexicans.}
- cranberry juice. My grandparents have kept it in stock since I was a child because they know that I will down an entire bottle if it is available.
- best backyard in the world. I guess this is less Hillsboro-specific than my grandparents' home-specific but.. yeah..
- cute small-town yet also large-town feel. population of 92,000-ish but it seems so small. Main street is so adorable. I love it.
Basically, you should come see Hillsboro. And when I say "you" I mostly mean Jenny. Yes, Jenny, I'd appreciate if you drove the 12 hours here so I can wander you through Hillsboro.
See you tomorrow morning! ;)

One of my favorite novels?

The Book Thief.


Haven't read it? Do. Have read it? Good. Read it and loved it? I love you.

Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but, my lesbian sister-house co-worker is seriously the best and my favorite. {I didn't actually know she was female until she took off her jacket and started talking.. if you get my drift.} Today we worked together for five hours and she was just so chill. I work with five disabled women and five female co-workers. There are a lot of hormones. Drama, gossip, and backstabbing run rampant. It's ridiculous and terribly obnoxious. It was such a relief to talk to someone like her. Also, she's pulling some strings to get me to the beach trip on Saturday! I'd have to work a few more hours but it'd be worth it. :)

So, on Tuesday I burnt my finger pretty bad. At least, as bad as I've ever been burnt. It was all white and swollen, I couldn't feel anything on that spot and I was pretty sure amputation would be my best bet. Low pain tolerance at its finest. Of course, it couldn't have just gone away like a normal burn or whatever, it had to cut itself open somehow. This wouldn't be the biggest deal if it didn't now hurt like the dickens or I didn't work in an environment where there are multiple diseases that I come in contact with just waiting to enter my bloodstream. I had a bandaid, tape, and a glove over it yesterday and it still got wet from showering different residents.

Basically..

I'm going to die.

I do not want to get up. Agh.

Also, this has been stuck in my head for days.

Lessons learned from experience:

• if he's leaving - don't get attached.
• if you're trying too hard and he's not - it isn't real.
• if he makes a move on the first date - he's in it for one thing.
• if you don't feel right about it - don't do it.
• if he'll be sweet and attentive with you but neglects you otherwise - it's not worth it.
• if you sense you're being manipulated - you probably are.
• if he wanted to talk to you - he would.

Woooo! Done with work for today! Now to power through the next three days. -_-

I love my full name; Mackenzie. But I really love when those close to me use Kenz or Kenzie.

Moral of the story: Don't fall in love.

You won't get your heart broken.

I have to work the next four days.
I'm seriously dreading this.

Confession time: My job is so much harder and emotionally taxing than you'd think.

Also... this is my 1,000 post on this blog. Yeah. :)

2 am and feeling torn. Time to sleep and figure things out tomorrow.

Going on a date with a gentleman is so much better than the alternative.
Day trip to the beach with Corbin! I had tons and tons of fun and am completely exhausted now. We strolled the streets of Cannon Beach, waded a little river, ate at Mo's, laughed, dove headfirst into the waves {neck first for me - I'm a pansy} in the cold, sunny weather, people-watched, laughed, watched the sun set into the ocean, built a fire, talked about life, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company.


Definitely a worthwhile excursion for my only day off.

words of absolute truth

"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

EEEEEEE. The word "sweetheart" will forever make me swoon.

Especially coming from Peeta's perfect mouth.

Timing is everything, isn't it dear?

The last five minutes of the shift go by SO SLOWLY.
And my co-worker will not shut the heck up bad talking our boss. Ohhh obnoxious.

I'm craving Domino's pizza. And Subway.

It is a good thing tomorrow is my day off. Work has gone very sourly all day. I'd run screaming if it weren't for tomorrow's welcome break.

"In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die. 

Where you invest your love, you invest your life."

I hate when my mom and sister fight. Which is pretty much every day.
They both over-react about everything and neither ever backs down.
It's fairly interesting because both complain to me about the way the other acts.
But also intensely annoying and painful.

Treu "Orange Julius"

blend: 12 ice cubes,  3/4 cup of sugar, cup milk, cup water, 3/4 tb vanilla, 8 oz frozen oj

Thank goodness we still have memories despite what else we've lost.

Little to no desire to work today.
Let's just skip that, mmk?

Ways to my heart:
-strings & pianos
-pet stores
-playing w/li'l kids
-pretty words
-taco bell
-swinging
-dancing
-singing loud
-recognizing the little details

Piano and violin\strings.
These are the instruments that WILL make me spiral into a blind infatuation very swiftly. You play those well for me?

I'm yours.

I love quotes.

I have a quote book with literally hundreds of quotes.

I have a Pinterest board with over 200 quotes.

I have over 500 quotes saved to a document folder on my computer.

It's an addiction I'm okay with not quitting.

Gosh, I'm so tired of people.

frustrations

"I don't know. I've known a lot of Mormon kids that weren't that great. I don't think I like your church all that much."

So. Frustrating.


Especially coming from a Catholic. You're saying that my principles and beliefs aren't valid or correct because some people who profess to follow them erred, as all humans do? Let's turn this around. Catholics don't exactly have the best track record as far as behavior goes, huh? But that doesn't make you believe Catholicism any less, right? Why should that not apply to my belief system?


I guess what frustrates me the most though is that because some people made some silly choices your mind is forever closed, you are hardened against my beliefs. Let me tell you something - the people in the Church are not perfect. Those who follow the teachings of Jesus Christ as outlined in the restored gospel through the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are human. Not perfect. That being said, the gospel is perfect. The teachings of the church are perfect. Christ is perfect. The Atonement is perfect. The Plan is perfect. How absurd of you to decide whether or not our church has the correct teachings by looking at the mistakes of those who are members of it. Yes, its teachings largely influence how we live and who we are but only recognizing our flaws is not fair.

What my Mommy said to me.

That brought me here.

That changed everything.

Dead raccoons make me sad.

I found the most amazing weather.

It lasted for twenty minutes.

It went like this:

Sunny and in the high 70's and then suddenly BOOM! Clouds. Cloudy, windy, still high 70's, and sun peeking through on the horizon.

Holy moley me oh my it was beautiful.

'hi, I'll take sixteen sno cones.'
Uh... Gimme a minute... Or two...

Someone needs to give me a hug. Preferably someone male. An attractive male someone. That is tall. Who has really nice abs. And smells like volunteer work at a soup kitchen. And has a perfect smile and deep laugh. And has a beard. And wears flannel shirts. And is hopelessly in love with me! He needs to exist and then give me a hug.

Can you tell that I have an odd taste in men? Hahhaa, I'm going to end up a crazy cat lady.

I hate when I'm given the option of leaving a tip on receipts. I feel obligated to and subsequently judged based on how much I wrote. No tips for anyone!!! agh!

*Gasp*
I WANT BROWNIES.

I just wanna go home. Hillsboro is so lonely when I'm alone.
wow, that was very redundant.

Mah favorite

Shows on the telly

1. X-Files. Nothing will ever top this show for me. I will admit that the last two seasons were a sad attempt at keeping the show alive without Mulder.. but the first seven were glorious.
2. Arrested Development. Words can't really describe how much I love this show. The perfect cast, the perfect humor, the perfect story-line. I really love Jason Bateman.
3. Downton Abbey. I swore I would never watch it and then two minutes in I was hooked. And I am not ashamed! The next season comes out in November and I cannot wait.

Close runners-up include

• Parks and Rec. If you don't love Ron Swanson then you are not capable of love and I will not associate with you any more.
• Modern Family. I like that it portrays family life in an accurate {accurate to Hollywood of course. take that with a grain of salt} way. And family life is very important to me. I identify with it pretty well.
• Once Upon A Time. K, I'm a little ashamed that I like that one. The acting is horrible, the story-line too drawn out, and the special effects CRAP. Something about it so addictive though! Agh, that's embarrassing.

Uh... I want to go to the beach. Really, really bad.
I also want to go back in time and make more friends. Because, let's face it, I'm a little lacking in the friend department. Sad taco. :\

There's this girl.
That I adore. And struggle not to despise.
Something happened that shouldn't have. Anyone would understand if I hated her. I try not to.
She posted on Facebook about "the waiting game".
A boy she was dating left on his mission and she's in that awkward phase of having just graduated high school, her boyfriend left for two years, college hasn't quite started yet.. and it's all taking so much patience and adjustment.
I feel bad for her because I remember that feeling. Parts of it vividly because they're fresh but other parts of the memories are stale from happening just over a year ago.
So here's my advice for her:

At first, the "waiting game" is inevitable. You're used to your old life and these new changes are scary - they'll have you waiting on those bits of the old life like a dog waiting for scraps at dinner. The good news is that this game gets easier. You'll get to a point where you realize that waiting on someone or something else to live your life isn't worth it. The time to live is now; you can't wait on that. Leaping into the unknown is scary but necessary. And only possible if you don't have anything pulling you back. No hesitations, no reservations. As long as you don't hold yourself back, it will get easier.

..it will never be the same again..

your heart will understand.

Graveyard update

Wednesday night I stayed up as late as I could and woke up as early as I could - getting about six hours of sleep total. Around two I darkened my room, turned on my favorite rainymood.com sound, and fell asleep for maybe four hours. I went to work at ten and slept on the couch for about two hours before starting the day at five. At eight I got home and slept for two and a half-ish hours before jumping out of bed, showering, and running off to my other job at the concession stand. Holy dang I was tired but still going! Yeah, adrenaline, yeah! It really wasn't that bad, I was highly functional, I just wanted to be in bed more than anything else. I got home way earlier than expected, just after three, since there was no business, and I crashed on the couch for an hour and a half before Mike came over! Mike's great because not only is he pretty much always down to hang out, but he thinks I'm cool. So, because I needed someone to keep me company and make sure I didn't fall asleep and further screw up my sleep schedule, I called him up. :) We sat outside under the trees with summer sunshine leaking through the leaves onto us and he played guitar for me. We talked about our jobs and lives and then went and got dinner. Actually.. I'm not sure what exactly we did most of the time he was here, haha. I get to talking with that kid and time just flies. So now I'm here. I work tomorrow at noon again and then get to go home!!!
It's been an insane 48 hours.

A friend told me that Oscar Wilde quotes are a good pick-me-up when feeling down.

Didn't believe him at first.

Now I'm recognizing that I have dozens of Wilde quotes scattered around.

He was totally right. :)

STOP TRYING TO PROVE SOMETHING

Change of plans!
Off at three and then hanging out with Mike!

I get off work at seven.. Who wants to bring me dinner?? Eh? Any takers? Mom? Hey? You know you wanna ;)

I think I'm hilarious. :)

I just got home.
O_O
And now for a three hour nap before going to work at the concession stand. Come on adrenaline!

Mitch got his mission call!
Hungary :)

Graveyard shift consists of...
cleaning and crap until 11 and then sleeping until 5. Dude. This is so chill. Granted, I'll actually have to do stuff from 5-8.

Just a little bump on my arm.

That I am soooooo proud of. :)

I try to avoid awkward situations but it's like some people in my life intentionally hunt them down and smother me in them.
I just adore that. *Tight smile*

"your time will come, if you wait for it"

I have this irrational fear of people I know viewing my blog. It's practically a journal; a direct viewpoint into my mind. That's terrifying!!!

So.. I kinda took a walk through a wheat field today.
I love wheat/grain fields.
These pictures make me really, ridiculously happy.

Intentionally making myself tired is not a cool game. :(

Working graveyard tomorrow.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh holy swear word.

Spent an entire ten hours with the one, the only, Corbin Muck.

That was time well spent, I can assure you. :)

Don't you know?

3 Nephi 4:33
Even the manliest of men cry "unto the gushing out of many tears" sometimes. It doesn't make you weak to cry, boys. It means you have a heart. It means you're human.

One of the individuals I support doesn't speak but we know when he's excited because he'll sporadically shake.
I do the same thing. :) I love this.

Heading to the zoo with the ladies I support. :) Love this job!

Awesome awesome song.
Reminds me of Jenny for some reason!

This.

This is perfection.

http://mormonheygirl.tumblr.com/

Oh my gosh my outfit today is so cute. You are missing out.

I have a hard time making friends. It scares me when I start to lose them. Don't go. :(

1. the sound of rain.
2. pretty vintage pictures.
3. chocolate.
4. ice cream.
5. sit-ups
6. discovering new books
7. the library
8. doing my hair cute-sy.
9. the gospel of Jesus Christ
10. snuggling
11. studying for tests
12. learning
13. sunshine
14. sleep
15. cozy blankets and pillows
16. first kisses
17. loud music in the car
18. my siblings
19. summer sun
20. daydreams
21. sweet texts from long lost friends
22. maps
23. history
24. sheep and lambs
25. prayer
26. lilacs and poppies
27. accomplishing things
28. men in tailored suits
29. taking something dirty and making it clean
30. helping people

Both Stadd and my grandmother are talking of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. WHAT THE HECK. You people do not need children from me!!! Not yet!!! Stop pressuring me!!!

Alex. This feels so true.

And now I've met another guy. The wrong one, that I know, but at a really good time.
His name's Jake. He works at Bethesda too, though out in Forest Grove. I met him last Friday at a training meeting and he wouldn't stop looking at me. Normally such activity would instigate flirting and blushing and what have you but he was seriously the most obnoxious person alive and I refused to even acknowledge him. Yeah, he was pretty cute but I was like.. no. I don't go for people as ridiculously egotistical and immature as you. I mean, he was being ridiculous. Massive eye roll. We had another training together on Monday and he ended up on the same MAX home. I was not particularly happy about that but talked to him anyway and he ended up being totally normal! Still not my type but he wasn't acting so stupidly obnoxious. Today was our last training together and I talked to him a bunch. Then on the MAX home the trains got delayed for half an hour so we sat and talked for a whole hour. As we got to my stop he asked for my number so we could hang out sometime. I'm bad at saying no to things like that so I gave it to him. No harm done with phone numbers anyway.
He's interested. That is pretty darn clear. Am I interested? No. Not like that. I would like to pursue a friendship though. That'd be okay with me.
Point being that a summer fling is very appealing to me. And he's not too shabby. But it'd just be me using him. That's not fair. I want to get over Alex.. but using a nice boy to do that is not okay.
*eye roll* life. :p

So exhausted. By the end of tomorrow I'll have worked about 100 hours in two weeks. That might not mean much to you but it's KILLING ME.

Best lunch I've ever made: fry green beans and chicken together with a dash of garlic and pepper. make some quinoa. mix it up. bask in the glory of good food.

Grandma and Grandpa Treu.

My grandfather is such a stud. Look out how handsome he is!! All six feet and somethin' inches of his sweet self is filled with love and kindness. He was a basketball playing hottie back in his day and my grandma was a Cougarette! That little woman, what is she.. five one? five foot square?.. that woman is one of the most determined, talented, organized, driven people I've ever ever ever known. Or will ever know! Opinionated, knowledgeable, and fiercely faithful, she's a great example of a woman who knows how to get things taken care of!
They have an odd relationship, one I don't understand, but I guess no one can ever understand others' relationships. They've made it over fifty years and I'm immensely grateful they have. And especially grateful they had a child named Eric that had a child named Mackenzie!
Love these people. This picture is too cute not to post.

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