Tonight is the first church activity that I'll be in charge of, and I'm kind of freaking out a little bit. I have all the stuff for dinner, and have made the desserts. I can't start making the food yet because it's pasta, but I should probably prepare the garlic bread soon.
Everything about this makes me nervous. I would much prefer to be hiding in the kitchen all night, but unfortunately I neglected to enlist the help of my committee members. I really wish I was one of the committee members instead of a co-chair. I'm sure this will help me grow, but I really don't like being in charge of things and having to delegate and be the public face of something.
I hope hardly anyone shows up. Not only do I want leftovers, I also want to be embarrassed in front of only a small group of people.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
And today I was asked out on Facebook by someone I don't know.
Him: Hi, this is (insert name here). Can I ask you something?
Me: Go right ahead.
Him: Can I take you to dinner?
Me: Do I know you?
Him: No.
Me: I don't feel comfortable going out with someone I've never met.
Him: Ok.
The End. And that's not even much of an exaggeration, it really was that abrupt.
Despite being a little weirded out, I'm actually kind of offended he gave up that easily. But at least he's not 21.
The other day I went with my roommate to get the water jugs refilled. After filling them we put them in the back of her truck for the short drive home, but one of the caps came loose after ten seconds and started splurting water everywhere while we were stopped at the light. I jumped out, climbed in the back to fix it, and we went home that way, cool night air blowing through my hair. I love that that's legal here. It wasn't in California, so after awhile we weren't allowed to even hop in the back of Mr. Garwood's truck and ride down the street with him. One of many simple childhood joys outlawed.
So the other night, in defiance of justifiably-curtailed childhood joys, I turned to face the air and spread my arms wide. And I pretended I was a Quidditch player speeding around on a broomstick.
Him: Hi, this is (insert name here). Can I ask you something?
Me: Go right ahead.
Him: Can I take you to dinner?
Me: Do I know you?
Him: No.
Me: I don't feel comfortable going out with someone I've never met.
Him: Ok.
The End. And that's not even much of an exaggeration, it really was that abrupt.
Despite being a little weirded out, I'm actually kind of offended he gave up that easily. But at least he's not 21.
The other day I went with my roommate to get the water jugs refilled. After filling them we put them in the back of her truck for the short drive home, but one of the caps came loose after ten seconds and started splurting water everywhere while we were stopped at the light. I jumped out, climbed in the back to fix it, and we went home that way, cool night air blowing through my hair. I love that that's legal here. It wasn't in California, so after awhile we weren't allowed to even hop in the back of Mr. Garwood's truck and ride down the street with him. One of many simple childhood joys outlawed.
So the other night, in defiance of justifiably-curtailed childhood joys, I turned to face the air and spread my arms wide. And I pretended I was a Quidditch player speeding around on a broomstick.
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