Bite me

I hate it when you realize things are all in your attitude. I would say that I have a somewhat semi-jaded view of the world (it's like in a recipe where they tell you to just add a pinch). Just enough for me to really hate it when others point out that I should change my attitude and things might be better. No one has said that to me recently but I learned that it so much harder to hear it from myself.
STOP! (I've taken a two second rethinking break)
I was thinking about it and I've decided that my thought process has been misaligned. I was going to say how my change in attitude made me have a better time but, really, that would be a load of crap. I've had the same attitude I've had all along. I don't know what was different and I don't know how to replicate it. This leads me to believe that something happened to the others. This means that this will probably never happen again and this makes me a little sad. Maybe they put something in those popsicles.
P.S. They are having a drive in movie on Friday. You know the kind you did in primary. You get the cardboard box and you make it into whatever you want it to be and then we are going to sit in the courtyard and watch a movie (they did not tell us what movie it was. That scares me). Now I can imagine this being fun with certain people (I won't name names but you all know who you are) and with the right kind of movie( Ghostbusters, Oscar, etc.). Anyhow, I don't know if this ward can make it fun (I'm crossing my fingers).

Something...different

So, today started as my typical everyday and ended as my typical everyday where I almost wish I was anywhere but here (except for the fact that I love having my parents and brothers around. Oldest brother, if I didn't know that you were better off in Provo, I would say that you should be here). There was this one point in time, by some convoluted happenstance and maybe the alignment of Jupiter and Mercury being in the seventh house, I was given the opportunity to experience something atypical for my life here. I went to retrieve the mail from the mailbox down the street (this isn't the uncommon occurrence). It's a bright day outside and not that hot so I saw through the window that there were 3 little girls riding bikes in the street. There was one, the mid-age girl (we'll call her girl B), riding on her own bike. The other two were sharing a bike, one was obviously the oldest and the other obviously the youngest being about 3 years old. Now the youngest girl was also a very naked girl and therefore I will refer to her as such. When I walked out of my home, the naked girl promptly called a "HI" to me to which I responded with a "hi" of my own. Girl B rode closer to the other girls and started telling the young naked child that she shouldn't talk to me because I was a stranger. They then began to proceed towards their house which was the same direction I was headed. As they rode by the young naked child look over at me and said "Hi, Stranger!". We had a miniature conversation (It was a little difficult to converse with a 3 year old naked child on a bike.). It pretty much made my day, which is a little weird but she was a funny kid. That is all.
P.S. I went to FHE. It was everything I expected and maybe a little less. Anyhow, I'm starting to get over it.

Is it boring there too?

So, it's been a while. Home is just the same thing over and over again. I'm gonna go to institute if I can ever remember to attend. I read a lot. Not that it helps because I only read things that will rot my brains out. I have been trying to do better. Any suggestions on what I should read next will be greatly appreciated so long as it isn't yucky or too stupid although I don't know if there are still stupid books left that I haven't read. I leave for California in 5 days and I hope that the whole thing will be an enjoyable experience. I've decided that I don't really like the singles ward and wish that I had gone to my parent's ward. I am now on the activities committee because God knows me and knows that I planned to skip activities. Now I can't. I'm sure that I will make more friends this way so it will be good for me. Oh and my hives are gone. Life is enormously better without them. I have been recruited by my mom to make cd's of her favorite music for her. It's fun, I guess. My mom likes some weird music. We both love the song "Desperado." It makes for good times in the car. Of course, no one else really enjoys the good time we are having in the car.
P.S. I stopped taking Benadryl for the hives and have hence stopped sleeping. Yesterday in desperation I took one of my mom's cures. It worked and I fell asleep but I had really funky dreams about Brazil and the only thing I really remember is that we were at the hippy fair to buy coisas. It was quite odd.