I met Marshall yesterday on the balcony of the JFSB (I don't think I'll ever study anywhere else!) and we talked about how his life is fairly consistent and unchanging and mine is totally unpredictable and psychotic. When I said, "Lucky," commenting on his lifestyle, he said, "I don't think that's lucky. I think yours is way more fun." I told him that sometimes it is, but it seems like life would be a whole lot less hectic if it were more like his.
But then, I wouldn't have nearly as much fun.
So. First I was asked out by a 40-plus something year old I met at the temple. Weird. The next day an old friend called to ask me on a blind date to ring weekend at Westpoint in New York. I didn't go with the 40 yr old, I did go to Wespoint, and as soon as I got home I learned that my car had been stolen. In between I went to the doctor and learned I need glasses, and I got to visit home before Ike hit South Florida.
:) It's only Tuesday. And I'm tired.
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Hey, I am only responsible for ONE of those things, okay? The 40-year-old? That's all your doing. . .
hahaha so you called Allison and suggested me for the West Point excursion? :P
I feel like it's all my doing. No matter what. By merely existing, the random things that don't really have another spot in the universe hit me. And I am ok with that :D
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