It has begun. On the first night after my decision to become a regular blogger, I laid awake at night with ideas running through my head of what I could write about, new pictures I could add, etc. It's already addictive. Now I just need something interesting to write about.
I went to Institute yesterday. I went to "Teachings of the Living Prophets". The instructor divided us into groups, and as everyone was meeting together, I found this the opportune moment to slip out. Don't think that about me, I did go to another class, D&C. Good class, good thoughts, but the reason I am telling this occured after class. I kid, Langston ("You can remember it better if you write it down" -direct quote) came over to me and started, how should I saw this, started mimicking some sort of growling animal.
Oddly enough, I didn't exactly know how to respond to this. So I just stared at him and followed this wise advice: "just smile and nod". So I did. Some dialogue was exchanged between us.
K: "What are you doing?"
Langston: "Being wierd".
K. "You accomplish this very well. Good to see you again".
He left. I laughed.
This is not the first encounter I have had with this Langston. A little shy of a year ago we both attended the same canoe trip. I was standing on the shore of the river afterwards talking with a friend, when all of the sudden my head was hit aggressively. I looked around, and there was Langston.
"There was a fly in your hair," the owner of the wacking hand said (aka Langston).
"How very thoughtful of you. Thank you Langston". I pleasantly replied with a smile (some people can't help it.
It makes me wonder at times, am I single because I am wierd? Scary thoughts.
5 comments:
You know in the spirit of honesty here, I smacked somebody once. I was so embarrassed. I think we all have a little turrets in us or something, and this was my moment. The kid was kind of dozing off in english class, and so for whatever reason I smacked his arm, pretty hard. Not like a bruise smack, but a sting smack. I'm pretty sure I told him he had a fly on his arm. Well that's a lie, because I know darn well that I told him that, and also that there was no fly. Oy oy oy.
Well if you are wierd, maybe you can go to a group. Like maybe Weirdo's Annoymous. :) And no I don't think that is why you are single. You just haven't found the right one yet. Keep up the blogging! Loved the stories.
be careful, i hear that blogging fever is highly contagious! you may need to stay in for a few days, away from others that may catch it. and you can take advantage of the time to blog some more.
I definitely don't think it's because you're weird, I think it's because guys are weird!
Or... are you single because everyone else is weird??? Something to think about.
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