This is another "get inside my head" post. They are all things that aren't worth an entire entry, but worth mentioning.
I am officially going to find a way to bottle the smell of rain and drink it. I was chasing the smell all the way to campus trying to make it stronger and edible.
When big trucks drive onto the sidewalks on campus it really makes me uncomfortable. I'm afraid they will suddenly want to play PacMan with us.
Everything is in a different place when you live somewhere versus when you visited there. For example, when I would come visit my siblings at BYU, I could swear buildings on campus were in different places than they are now. Or the other day I drove by my sister's old house and it has moved since I visited it years ago. I guess now that I am familiar with the roads and where things are in relation to each other, these places don't just appear like they used to when I didn't live here.
Jordan sings hymns in the shower. Sometimes they turn into rock and roll hymns. I just had to tell someone that.
I feel like I am getting meaner, like I am a little less tactful and I say things in a meaner tone than I am intending. I'm not so sure how to fix that. It's like when I was a teenager and my mom would ask a simple question and I would answer it in a snotty way, but I didn't mean to at all, it just came out that way. And then when trying to backtrack I would just sound meaner and meaner and the beat goes on. Maybe it's another pregnancy symptom.
I have ZERO interest in clothes. Even when I try to, I can't. I just don't care. I buy clothes an average of twice a year and I don't like trendy things because I don't want my clothes to go out of style because that means I have to buy more. I have a feeling it is only a matter of time before I am on "What Not To Wear."
I have recently discovered that I have a lot of natural talents and abilities, but I am just not disciplined enough to do anything about it. If properly honed, I think I could do a lot of amazing things, but I think I will just go play freecell.
I think the mean thing is a prego thing. I went through total bratty stages. It's alright.
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