My Kingdom for a Pensieve*

Oh, friends, there has been too much to blog. Nothing earth-shattering, but all of it new or different, and I have found it terribly difficult to filter it into something coherent. I have some posts in the works -- they almost make sense in my head -- but for now, a quick update (because I tell myself this is relevant...):

My sister and her kids were here in Utah for much of June. Sara is pregnant with a girl and due in November! I love being an auntie.

I joined a choir. It is an all-women Celtic group run by Anne-Marie Hildebrandt. You can check out some of the music here. It has been an adventure so far, and fun to sing again.

Two weeks ago, I was called as the Primary Secretary in my ward. I'm still reeling a bit from this.

I read the first two Hunger Games books, and loved them. Big recommendation.

I jotted some notes for a poem the other day. This is the first time I have done this in months.

There are more things a-swirl in my head right now, but they will have to wait.

*P.S. Extra points for those who get my ultra-nerdy reference!

I Write Like...

So, I saw this neat little tool come through my Google reader this morning, then two of my friends posted their results on their blogs, and then I tried it. Rookie got Jane Austen and Miss Melissa got Margaret Atwood. I keep getting Stephen King... I have not read one single thing by Stephen King. Nothing. (To be fair, I tried a poem and got Oscar Wilde, and a rant and got J.D. Salinger.)

I don't know how I feel about this...

Yay! Friends!

I was able to spend Tuesday night with friends as we were celebrating the imminent arrival of Baby Boy Bryner (Hooray!), and it was absolutely marvelous!

These ladies have seen me through it all, from Joy School to High School Graduation and beyond; I don't have any memories of my teenage years without at least one of them in it. It is amazing to me that we can still meet and laugh and talk like we used to (although the conversations have matured -- somewhat...). In fact, what began Tuesday evening stretched into the wee hours of Wednesday morning, and while I'm still a wee bit tired ('cause I'm an old lady now), I am full of happy nostalgia and recharged.

Jessie, Julie, Jenn, Laura: I love you. I really do. Thank you for liking me in spite of the fact that I talk too much, in spite of my cynical attitude, and in spite of the fact that I sometimes use swears. Thank you for your recent support while I've figured some things out. Thank you for being who you are, for your examples and for your friendship. Thank you. For everything.

I'm still not going on a date with Mr. Jeff...

I have a Confession...

I'm not sure at what point a song becomes an addiction, but I may have one. An addiction, I mean. To "Bad Romance" by Lady GaGa....

I know!

She scares me a little, and the video for "Bad Romance" scares me a lot, and the song is actually not uplifting in any way, and I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT!

(Also, the song "The Word of Your Body" from Spring Awakening. It isn't quite an addiction yet, but it is a strong predilection.)

I'm a big enough person to admit that I may need an intervention.

Don't judge me.

A PSA, Because the More You Know...

Skinny jeans are an abomination. They don't look good on ANYONE.

I saw a girl walking down the street last night, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and while she was slim, two words: saddle bags. She kept tugging her tiny shirt down, trying to hide her midriff, and I just wanted to roll my window down and yell, "Sweetie! The shirt is the LEAST of your problems right now!"

Texts I Would Have Sent Last Night

Had I been able to find my phone last night, I would have sent the following text messages:

Dear Jeremiah,

I take back nearly everything I ever said about Pink. I heard "Glitter in the Air" in its entirety on the way home, and it was simply lovely. I'm (mostly) very sorry.

Love,

Stephanie

And then, later (also to Jeremiah):

OMGaGa! She is coming in March! Tix on sale Saturday, we get paid Friday: Thank you Universe!

He reads my blog, so he'll get them...

Random Mumblings

I can't decide if there is too much going on in my head, or nothing at all. Maybe it's the insomnia... Whatever it is, I'm suffering from blog-block. Seriously: I got nothin'.

I suppose I could mention that some things have worked out, and the little black rain cloud that has been dogging my steps for far too long has dissipated. I feel like the old me, and it's nice to be her again.

I should say that I adore my family and I'm grateful for my friends. Also, that I am grateful for my family and adore my friends. They make me a better girl.

I'm currently a little peeved at the rain. I don't mind the rain itself, but I DO mind that it ruined my hair. I am not generally fussed about my hair, but right now I have a really big, really awkward lump on the right side where it got very wet, and consequently, very poofy.

I'm allergic to my dog, which is sort of inconvenient. I'm going to the doctor on Thursday, and am planning to tell him that if his solution is to get rid of her, he can stuff it.

It was really hard for me just now to spell "inconvenient."

On tap for tonight: Thai food and Glee. In that order. I can't decide which I am more excited about. I also don't care if you are judging me for being excited about either of them.

I really, REALLY need to get more sleep...