Will the fun just NEVER END?! The JLMT adventure CONTINUES!

Mind you, this is JUST Sunday:

The church dance has ended, but we find that the drama has not. Despite warnings advising otherwise, M decided to spend Saturday with T, going shopping and then bowling later in the evening and into Sunday. Naturally, L is not okay with this. Not because she's jealous, no, no, no, but rather because she does not understand why people will not heed her when she truly has their best interest at heart. Never mind that M had been advised that T only pursued him after J had been jokingly approached and that M had acted offended at the news that T would be like that, still, he chose to take her out.
Sunday comes and M was to attend. The pew on which a seat  is reserved is small, so a specific count is done to assure that he will sit there with those that "ought" to surround him. L sat with a space on her left, by the wall. On L's right side sat her roommate Dollface, who had a space reserved to her right for M, with the understanding that when he came, he was actually to sit between the two girls. Further down the bench was AJ and then Dee. This was all planned, of course, because they all wanted M to become better acquainted with L, since she is pretty much the most amazing girl on the planet.
Church starts, but M is late. The doors open, and a fellow squeezes between the wall and the pew to sit in the open space to L's left, leaving now only the open space to Dollface's right. Which is perfect, actually.
Sacrament has been passed and M is still not in the chapel. Dollface goes out into the foyer to find him and in comes T, and sits to L's left, taking Dollface's place and yet still leaving room for M. She leans to L and whispers that M doesn't want to come in late, when in walk M and Dollface and they sit in the pew just in front. (::smirk::)
T looks to L's left and notices Handsome Fellow and across her eyes dart a dark shadow of interest. She lowers her eyes to see that L is holding the hand of Handsome Fellow on her lap and stroking his hand. One could see the mischievous glee light her face as she realizes she's got M in the bag and now she's going to gloat about it. So while L is attending to Handsome Fellow, T writes M a note and tries to pass it up to him, which he brushes away (passing notes in church is obnoxious) and so she drops it in his lap.
L's lip curled into an amused smirk and continued working on the hand of Handsome Fellow. T looked mildly confused that L could be so nonchalant in such a situation, and that her victory did not cause any pain. Until she actually looked at Handsome Fellow and realized that he could easily be an extra in any X-Men movie, due to his bulk, his strength, and his movie-star tough-guy teddy-bear looks. So T's victory wasn't so sweet after all, as L had managed to find herself a superhero.
As people stood to bear their testimonies to one another, L dropped her arm around Handsome Fellow's shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck, which T took jealous notice of. There was not a single thing L did which T did not account. Hmm, not feeling so winner-y now, are ya?
Once the first hour was over and members were standing  to chat with each other, L got M's attention and, indicating the Handsome Fellow, introduced him to her Little Brother. L had actually been massaging an injury Little Brother had acquired during wrestling practice. Whoops T, that little vindictive note passing to certify your championship based on forfeiture was built on unsteady ground. Nice try little lady, but you haven't won.
Hahahahahahahahaha.
It's time for Sunday School and it's been determined that M should accompany Dollface to Gospel Essentials while Dee and Little Brother go to Mission Prep and L'll continue in Gospel Doctrine and join each other again come Break the Fast. Of course, T follows to Gospel Essentials, but that was pretty much a given.
While everyone is gathering in the gym for BtF, L has chosen a seat at a table with Little Brother and Usual Friends, and has confided the situation into another friend, JB (who, as it were, is M's ex and she spoke very highly of him). T was all over M, of course, so L and JB carried on because there were other things to attend to. Managing to get their plates filled at the front of the potluck line, they left their food at the table and went to chat to M, who hadn't noticed JB there. They were chatting well and good, friendly, friendly, while J, from the dance, stood by. Those two had gotten closer and seemed to be a pair, which is good. M needs a dude friend in the church. During the conversation, T has sat down and began eating, with ample seating on either side of her. M and J go to the food while JB and L go to their seats, at a full table, with only one open seat in front of JB and one next to L.
Upon filling their plates, J and M come and sit with L and JB. Shock! L turned to M and asked, "Why aren't you sitting with your girlfriend?" His silence then was returned with L stating, "But then, maybe you ARE sitting with your girlfriend! CP [the girl on his other side] is a LUCKY girl indeed." The poor boy could only stammer. (L really needs to find somebody that can keep up. Really.)
Once everyone begins to tear down and clean up, T is back on M faster than a fat kid on candy, completely ignoring J (wouldn't you know?) and being her usual pest self. JB and L are doing all they can to not punch this girl in the face, and express themselves through facial expressions and angry gestures.
M looks like he's fixing to leave, so L asks where he's going. He said he'd like to go anywhere but home, so L invites him to Sunday Dinner. They arrange for him to follow her and they leave the building. As they separate to go to their individual vehicles, T comes out of the church and M asks if she's okay. Well, it looks like her brother left her here, because his car was HERE when they arrived and now it's gone. (While any girl in a similar situation would have actually told her brother to go ahead and go home because she'll get a ride. We know how this works.) So M offers her a ride home. Face lighting up and a new spring in her step, she accepts and jumps in his car. L told M to just meet her at her apartment when he was done.
L later finds out from RavenHaired Roommate that T lives two minutes away from Sunday Dinner and so L called M arranging a meeting at a nearby location so he didn't have to drive all the way back. Because L is kindhearted like that. (Okay, so it was actually RavenHaired's idea.)
M and L meet fine and M hops into L's car and rides to Sunday Dinner. Along the way, they discuss T and her motivation. L reiterates that no attention had been paid to him UNTIL L had playfully hit on J. M wants to know if T cared for him at all, and L assured him that she may NOW, but it was inspired from jealousy and high-school tactics. Well, wouldn't you know, he felt used. Poor thing, hate to say I Told You So, so I'll just say... I Was Right.
Sunday Dinner went well. L had warned M of T and he was beginning to see the light. It wasn't that L was trying to get M for herself, but genuine warning because T is flipping INSANE and few people can tolerate her for very long. She's a very sweet girl, she is, but the need to dominate everything and everyone is obnoxious. Very self-centered... just... very high-school still. Perfect for a Disney attraction, but that's pretty much it. For now.
L introduced M to her adopted family and invited him into her sanctuary. The home in which Sunday Dinner is hosted is truly L's safe place. It's a big deal for L to invite someone to Sunday Dinner. And everything is going well.
Everyone went home and L is watching movies with her BFFdude and M sits beside her. Not only does he sit beside her, but as the evening progresses, he gets snuggly and cuddly. Leaning on her shoulder, holding her hand, kissing her palm, just snuggly, cuddly stuff. And L thinks, "Hey, he got over T pretty fast. Neat."
M tells L that  he'll be telling T what's what and that nothing will be happening between them. Sweet. Apparently, T thinks that someone does not need to define their relationship for them to be official. By merely going out (even once) they are together. So, due to Saturday's activities, they're together, in her mind. So he was going to call her and clarify that that is not so. Fabulous.
When L and M separated for the evening, L made sure to ask M what was going on between the two, so she didn't turn into T and think something was going on when it wasn't. When M answered that he's "just talking to people right now" L understood that she was nothing more than a snugglebuddy and was a little irked. But knowing that is better than not knowing.
M and L made plans to go running Monday morning at 9. Good night, good night.

Church Dances are funny

 

Last night was the branch dance and I went. Crazy, right? Yeah, I know. And not only did I go, but I actually spent most of the time NOT standing around doing nothing.  It was loads of fun, for reals. And I'm not just saying that, like I usually do about dances.
Today's story involves three other characters, which will only be referred to by letter. There's J, the nerd boy that every girl seems to be falling in love with, T, the girl who is pretty much in love with J, and M, Dee's pal that I think is pretty awesome.
I'm not especially palsy-walsy with T, but she can be fun from time to time, and, it being a dance, I was spending time with her. M had never been to a dance before and due to the fact that he kinda sorta knew me a little bit, was hanging out with me. And, since T is in love with J, and I was hanging out with T, and M was with me, we had a nice little JLTM thing going on. (The L is me, of course.) (Silly.) 
Despite T's attraction to J, nothing is going on between the two and she made it pretty clear that it wasn't her choice. At one point last night, J was doing this absolutely nerd-tastic dance and in complete jest, I begged him to date me. He obviously had never been approached in such a way and didn't really have a response. T pulled me aside and told me not to do that again. I assured her that I was only joking and she still told me to not joke like that. I told her not to worry, since I wasn't into him and if he did ask me out (which he won't) that I would say no (which was probably a bit of a lie) because I don't like him (which is not a lie) and she does, and I don't do that to friends (true story). She could only reply with "Still, don't do it." Okay, okay. Sheesh.
Two minutes later she turns right around and becomes velcro to M. Which I find just too, too funny. Sure, I like M a bit, he's a cool dude, but I hadn't marked him as mine or anything. I hadn't been throwing myself at him
(which I'm actually known to do on occasion, eh #2?) or hanging on him or anything; he and I were just talking to each other more than to anyone else. No big deal, no lines of territory, but that was enough, I suppose, for T.
I find it just so funny that that even happened. I'm not gonna lie, I was annoyed, but not because of "breach of territory" or anything, mostly because T was just being obnoxious about it.
We ended up getting a group together to VI and somehow I ended up across from J and next to T, who had M on her other side. She'd arrived with J, and was wearing the button-up shirt he'd earlier been sporting, but still latched onto M. Mildly rude, I feel.
She began to complain that it was cold, constantly (which it wasn't) until M let her wear his suit jacket. Then at some point it kinda looked like they were holding hands, or close to it. And then he ordered pie, which they shared, no biggie... except for the whole spoon-sharing bit. That... that was a little weird.
So let's get this all together, T likes J and was miffed at me for fake hitting on him, and she was wearing his shirt, but hanging all over M and wearing his coat and sharing his spoon(!!!) and being handsy. Too funny.
When we left, I texted M, "So you and T, eh?" I get a call from him asking, "Who told you?" I relayed to him the signs and wonders of the evening. He informed me that first, she was cold, second, he was being nice, and third, she was hungry. (Hungry enough to share a spooooooon with someone you met four hours ago? I know VI has PLENTY of utensils and there were quite a few clean ones at our table.) I then reminded him that T was mad at me for what I said to J, and she was wearing his shirt, as well. He seemed to not mind until the shirt bit and then he got all offended.

And Dee and Bri are on the verge of murdering T when they see her again, because of the whole thing and how she acted the whole night long.

I love church dances.

3.04.09 | Screaming Cell Phones

 
Things are still gravy out here. Can't complain too much, you know how it goes, of course.
I'm in A&P III now, we've finished studying the Integumentary System, which is the skin, and I got a 96% on it before the extra credit, so I got well over 100% total, which makes me feel better about my complete frustration over the terrible teaching method this mod. Seriously, it's so terrible.
The system we're focusing on now is the Circulatory system, specifically the blood part, we'll get onto the Lymph later. So I can follow a single drop of blood throughout the entire body and tell you where it's going and what it's doing and how it all gets done. Which I promise to forget as soon as the final is over.
I like my teacher and all, she's a fabulous person, I'm sure, but I'm really over her teaching style. We have this massive text book, and a slideshow that basically summarizes the chapter we're studying. No worries. With Julie, a slideshow meant that we didn't have to read the book unless we had to do workbook assignments. But with Barbara it just means we get the same information AGAIN!!!! Yay!!!!
Actually, what happens is we read out loud as a class a few slides, and then turn to the pages in the textbook and read the same information again, just in a little more detail. And then Barbara reads the EXACT SAME SENTENCE after whoever just read it.
I'm over that. I don't really feel like I'm learning anything this way. The other day we finished everything early, so she said we could just read through the textbook (again) to make sure we really understood the information. I asked her if we could just draw a heart on the board and label it and make sure we knew the parts the direction the valves pump and everything. Barbara said that was a great idea, and "let" me draw the heart and have everyone tell me the parts. But it WAS better than reading from that freaking textbook.
Really, I hate textbooks. The entire class hates textbooks. And can you blame us? This is massage and we're pretty hands on, if you can imagine, so the whole "read a book to learn it" schtick doesn't play too well. Granted, how hands on can you be with the circulatory system and heart? But really, just having someone draw the heart on the board and give us a discussion on the thing is SO much better. Gilbert came in and did just that and it was AMAZING. I actually learned something. Imagine, having your teacher teach. I know, crazy, right? But I like Barb as a person...

I love my roommates, by the way, and all the crazy fun we have. I'm sure the neighbors are tired of hearing us scream. Wouldn't be surprised in the least.

Eee PC | Easy to Learn, Work and Play

OMG! I'm totally linking my lappy to blogspot. This is so exciting. I'll probably delete this later, but for now, I'm just figuring out how everything works together here. OH! And I downloaded the zune software to my computer and updated my zune! Yay life!

I pretty much am in love with my laptop. I named it Oblivion. Because that's how we roll.

Eee PC | Easy to Learn, Work and Play

love it

Over the mountain, over the sea,
Back where my heart is longing to be,
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.

I see the moon; the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree.
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.

I hear the lark; the lark hears me,
Singing a song with a melody.
Please let the lark that sings for me
Sing for the one I love.

I kiss a rose; the rose kisses me,
Fragrant as only a rose can be.
Please let the Rose that comforts me
Comfort the one I love.

Oh today, what a day!

So all is well. Life is great as can be right now. A bunch of wonderful things happened all at once and I'm loving it. First, I finally went and bought that netbook I'd been eyeing since October. I love it. Sure, for you computer people out there, it isn't the best piece of equipment out there, but I don't need a lot of programs or memory space, since I really only use the thing for the internet, microsoft word, and solitaire. So this is the perfect thing for me. Some folk say it's got a small keypad. I think it's perfect for my hands. I LOVE THIS COMPUTER! And my mom is pretty much amazing and bought me a case for it, so I'm all of 20% cooler than I was originally. Yay life! I'm loving it.
My little sister is on the girl's track team and she's a thrower. She'd mentioned to me that the boosters don't really treat the throwers like the rest of the team, they don't bring them snacks or drinks or anything. She'd also mentioned that some girls on her team said they needed a massage and she'd dropped that she might have a sweet hookup for everyone. Well, that just opened the door for something amazing.
Completely unknown to my sister, I really want to do athletic massage. I prefer to work on athletes and really, really would actually want to work for UNM or NMSU athletics, working with the football or basketball teams. How awesome that would be! and here comes my little track sister, opening the door for me. So I called her coach and volunteered to work on the throwers. I'd just bring my chair and be there through practice just for them. JUST for them.
I went today and the girls loved it. All the other teams had to run past while girls were being worked on and they just soaked in all the jealousy. Every time someone asked if they could have a massage, my answer was that it was for the girl throwers. They couldn't believe that this was JUST for them. When they had to practice with crappy discuses (sp?) and be forgotten by the boosters, THEY have a massage therapist for them. Personally, I think massage is infinitely better than an apple any day.
I'll be there every Tuesday and Thursday, and the day before a meet. This is all just so exciting! Mary thinks she's got it good, but she did me the bigger favor.
The throwing coach, L, talked with the running coach, C, and while they both agreed that the entire team would benefit from massage, neither of them have a problem with me not working on runners until I'm VERY established with the throwers. Until I AM the thrower's MT, and that's what I'm known as, the runners aren't getting it. When my girls asked how long I would be with them, I said "Until the boosters treat you like the rest of the team." They just laughed.
AND DALLAS WAS SELECTED FOR SPECIAL FORCES TRAINING!!!! He's in Medic and Arabic. The kid is a freaking superhero. Can you believe it?! MY BROTHER IS A FRICKIN' MARVEL MAN. He's been going through this training hell out there, he earned his wings, and he's been selected for training. Less than 2% of the American population joins the Army, of that, less than 2% try for special forces training, and of those that do, less than 1% make it. THAT, my dears, is ELITE. Go figure that Dallas wouldn't choose the easy route. Had to go and be amazing, didn't he?
And Arabic is the hardest language they've got out there. He wanted to do French, but the way they determine what language you should be taught is a test. What they do is they make up a language and test you on how well you learned it. Based on certain points and figures in that test comes the outcome of what the Army will teach you to speak. Amazing. AND he's doing medical. He's got 75 credit hours of pre-med to take before he even gets into the medical side. This kid... really doesn't take the slacker's route. He's amazing.
And I got a 96 on my Integumentary test tonight. Things are just getting better and better. I can believe it. All is well.

It's a bit Touch & Go

Our stolen internet connection, I mean.

"All is well in the world," I say with a lopsided grin and eyes tinted with panic.

Friday and Saturday was the 8-stake Snow Activity in Los Alamos. I was grateful to be driving my ugly PT Cruiser mini-hearse mini-mommy-mobile (and I LOVE IT that way!) because it fit 4 girls so much better than my Beetle did last year. I believe we made to LA in record time, but that tends to happen when you are consistantly going 80 mph on a 55 mph road. Kelly and I were playing leapfrog the whole time (stupid boys -- I was the caravan leader! You don't drive in front of the caravan leader! That's why they're called the LEADER).
But Friday night was a great deal of fun. Everyone signed in and got their room assignments, I was with the girls I drove up with plus 1. Dinner was enchiladas, which I thought were amazing, but seemed to be a bit hot for everyone else. Then we had an ugly sweater contest (and I never thought I'd see the horrors...) and played tug-o-war.
The Tug-o-War was the highlight of the indoor stuff. First it was University Branch v. West Mesa, then University v. Everyone Else. Then WM girls v. University girls, then Girls v. Guys. University did well in each round (and I say that as a good loser) except for the fact they CHEATED with the girls, because there were some dudes pulling that rope! ...Unless they have very hairy women in their branch. Which would explain why the marriage rate in that branch is so very low, as opposed to the great West Mesa Branch's numbers.
When it came to Girls v Guys, we were all set to go. I was at the end and had the rope tight around my butt (secret weapon) and all the girls had a firm grip. As soon as the whistle was blown and the guys yelled, "PULL!" the girls let go. There was a huge *THUD* as guys fell against the wall. It was pretty sweet. I don't mind losing for that. I wish it was YouTubed... Oh well.
Then we went to the outdoor ice skating rink and it was lovely. It was a bit warmer this year than last, so there were less folks trying to "warm each other up," which also meant less relationships began this year, but that's alright. I don't care. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for one fella, "Mic" who seemed downright miserable. I would have gone up and asked him what was wrong, except for the fact everything I do that is anything above Ignoring is interpreted as Head Over Heels In Love.
Other'n that, ice skating was a blast. A few people from WM branch said that we ought to do this as a branch activity sometime, since it's OH SO FUN. We'll let the FHE committee do something about it.
We went to the hotel around 12:15 and I was asleep by 12:45. I hear there were some idiots running up and down the halls banging on doors, and my roommmate chewed them out (good for her). I hope that other guests didn't have a hard time sleeping that night and there weren't any complaints. This is a good activity, but I wouldn't blame the hotel for not renting to us again next year with the shenanigans pulled this year and last.
And some brilliant kids decided to go dancing at a bar. Fabulous! Except for the part where they brought an UNDERAGE person with them, and got the whole lot kicked out. Seriously, Mormons at a bar?! What were you thinking?! Or should I ask, WERE you thinking?
Saturday morning was fine, as far I could tell. Breakfast was a fabulous buffet, so no complaints there. Until they ran out of forks, which was awkward for Melon Girl, since she had to eat with a knife. Mic was mad-dogging me the whole time, which I just didn't get.
As my roommate and I were about to get on the elevator to go, I saw Mic and I told him about the dream I'd had the night before, where he and I lived in El Salvador and he was eating soup. (I didn't tell him about the gun fight.) And he just cut me off and walked away. Obviously angry at me. Oh well. No skin off my nose. As my roommie and I were getting off the elevator, Mic comes up to me and says, "I stopped having dreams about you when you said you didn't want to see me except at church." Like it was supposed to hurt me, or sting, or something! Ha, nice try kid, you aren't equipped to play that game. So I cheerfully replied with, "I KNOW! That's what made it so crazy! Have a good day!"
Oh, and the snap back fired. Sorry dude, you can't make me feel bad for doing that, it just won't happen. Partly due to the fact that I am an android and completely unable to feel sorrow or regret, but mostly due to the fact that I am annoyed by you.
So. Yes. Saturday breakfast was great. As my roommate and I were walking down the hall, I leaned to her and asked, "He dreamed about me?" She laughed, since she's in the same boat as I am when it comes to Mic. Better me than her, I suppose.
She and I came home after breakfast, rather than go sledding with the group. And I'm glad. It was amazing, the drive up took half a tank of gas, but the drive home only took not even a quarter. ...God loves me.
So on Saturday, my roommates decided to help me and do a good deed for me and assist with stripping the black out of my hair so we could dye it brown. It didn't go well AT ALL. The stripping product only stripped a blob on the top of my head and lightened some of my tips. So I had a big white/blonde/orange THING on the top of my otherwise raven-black head, with some red/orange tips. I'm quietly freaking out (because this is my HAIR!) but assuring my girls that "it's okay, it's only hair, i've had worse than this done to me before...". Except it WASN'T okay. I was on the verge of Hulking out and smashing things while I scream. (The only thing that stopped me was the fact that the last time I did that they had to bring in the military and it was a big mess.)
We get the dark brown dye and color my hair, only to find that "we" have missed a few spots. Fabulous. I have black/brown/ORANGE hair! They take me out to dinner and buy me another box of hairdye and when we get home, color my hair again. My new nickname should be TwoTone, because THAT'S WHAT MY HAIR IS! But the girls assured me that you couldn't tell and that it looked okay, and only in the light could you notice a difference if you were looking for it. Yeah, I still didn't feel better.
I texted my bff Jim and on Sunday he said he couldn't tell. But he's a boy, so that didn't help. Even though he's a pro at color matching, he's still a BOY and just doesn't get it. After church he and I went to a superbowl party where my friend Iwalani was, and she's going to school for cosmetology, so if anyone could help me with my hair, it'd be her. She said she couldn't tell the difference either. I felt a lot better. Almost, almost, almost on the verge of letting it go.
Then I get home. And I'm brushing my hair, checking it out in the light to see what Nani and Jim saw. Oh, I saw a lot more than they did. I saw... ORANGE. Yeah. A good chunk of my hair is brown, but I still have orange spots.
I'm officially freaking out again. I'm just going to let it go for a couple weeks, then I'm going to buy two boxes of blonde and start over. AAAAAAAAAUGH!

yep yep and how

Things are going pretty decently, I feel. Work's only got me scheduled one night a week, so I'm definitely turning in applications everywhere. And by "everywhere" I mean "where ever doesn't suck... when I remember."

School's going well. We're finishing up deep tissue massage and the other night I was the demo for back work. That's right, she worked on my back for 20 minutes and then handed (ha) me over to a classmate who then worked on me for 45 minutes. Best night of my life. Deep tissue rocks on its own, but then to have over an hour of work on just my back. Best night... yeah. Seriously, I would much rather have all my limbs skipped and just have the focus on my back. Anyhow, by the end of it, I was so massage-drunk that for five minutes I had a dopey look on my face and the only thing I could say was "...Hiii....."
Best night EVER.

Interesting how that works out.

So I tell a classmate that I have a boyfriend, and suddenly he wants to take me out to eat. What the heck? I've only been hitting on him since... June and NOW he wants to do something, because he "can't" since I have a boyfriend?
Joke's on him. I'm still as single as ever. Bwahahahahaha.
But I do have a date tomorrow night. I'll call him Mac. So... Mac and I are gonna hang out at IHOP, because that's what superstars like us do.

PAJAMA DAY

Lazy day pajama day, that's today. Dee and I stayed up until 6 this morning talking. I haven't done that in... forEVER.

Dee and I pretty much hate anyone with a Y chromosome. Except for #1, because he's PERFECT.

And I fries close-day nights, by the way.