Sunday

I am updating, even though I don't have anything to say because Josh told me I should. I don't know what the stardard time is. People write in journals every day, although I never could get into keeping a journal. Maybe I just needed a really cool one with a little lock on it. *sigh* My youth was wasted. So. Yesterday I went to see The Impossibles with Ethan, which was good. I don't feel the need to see it repetedly or anything, but Ethan seemed to think it was the bomb, but he's 8, so I don't think he's at the height of movie critism. I also hung out with my friends, and had a fight with my mom. She spent the day with her sisters yesterday, which means she's exponentially more annoying today. Fortunately she's also tired and is sleeping alot. hee hee. I just finished watching the episode of House that we taped from Tuesday, which was good, but I had a hard time concentrating on. And now I will soon be watching Charmed! Yay! Ultimate escapism! Church was pretty good, but my feet hurt now. All that standing around in heels and all. Being the librarian means lots of standing on Sunday, although I do get to miss most of my meetings so it's a bonus. I need to do more art, but I go back to work tommorrow, so I don't feel like doing anything today. I've talked alot for someone who didn't have anything to say. eh. that's all.

blog virgin

Wow! My very first blog! I'm so nervous. I hope I make a good impression. I find I'm better in person than on paper, and, in my opinion, that's not a good thing. But the suckers, uh, I mean people, I meet seem to like me pretty well, so maybe I've fooled them all. MUAH HA HA. So. Yes. uh. . .I think I ran out of interesting things to say. On to the uniteresting, then. My brother said I should start a blog as a way of clearing my mind since there's no way in hell I'll ever keep a journal, and maybe I would keep up with a blog on the off chance that someone would read it and I'd feel an obligation to my adoring fans. He knows me so well. So I guess I should get the basics out of the way and say everything I should have said in my description but didn't. I'm 30 years old and a single mother of a 8 year old boy, which is good and bad. Due to diminished financial abilities, I live with my parents, which is good but also makes me homicidal. I make teeth for a living and am just getting to the point that I can actually make some money doing it. I am tragically Mormon, very devoted at that. I say tragically cause I really didn't want to be Mormon and fought it tooth and nail, but I couldn't aviod the inevitable. Don't get me wrong, I truly believe what my religion is and teaches, it's just that being Mormon is hard, and I'd much rather hang out at bars and go to the zoo on Sunday instead of church. But, alas, it was not to be. So, now I'm getting pressure from my dad to get off the computer, so I need to go. I will return.