awkward and awesome

Awkward

• Being flirty chatty with a guy who, when we stood up, was a foot shorter than I.
• Only one person coming to my Relief Society activity.
• When a giant rug caught as I opened a door to the point where I couldn't squeeze through and had to go in another door. And of course, there was someone right behind me.
• Being the only one around when the BYU soccer team kicked a ball over a giant fence. I tromped through waist-high weeds and thistles to get their ball and then mustered all the arm force I possess and managed to barely clear the fence. While they watched.
• How the smell of dumpster doesn't only make make me nauseous; it also makes me want to cry.
• Bragging to the world about how cool I am for patching my own bike tire, only to find it flat again the next morning.
• Pumping myself up in spin class by repeating, "Katniss Everdeen wouldn't even be out of breath. Be tough, be tough, be tough like Katniss..."
• The days there seems to be no hope in looking any better than a doormat.
• The tanning lotion spot on my neck that looks like a hickey, confirmed by two people so far.
• Brother telling me his "gluteus maximus flexor" is sore. Thanks, thanks for that.
• Getting dressed according to the weather at 7am. Just because it's only 60 degrees doesn't mean I'll be chilly all day and that I should wear a long skirt and long sleeved shirt. Excuse me while I go fan myself.
• Hitting a guy in the butt with the purse on my arm when I hugged him.

Awesome

• How my finance professor, who is Russian and as lovely as any movie star, could get Chris Hemsworth if she wanted.
• A surprise trip home.
• Anticipating The Hunger Games coming to the dollar theater. It's like Christmas Eve...
• Summer rain.
• Being back in piano lessons.
• Fireworks with five-year-olds who want to hang out with me.
• THE FOURTH OF JULY.
• My birthday month.
• Summer freckles sprinkled across my cheeks, neck and shoulders.
• Waking up in a cold room because it finally cooled off during the night.
• Little brother donating a Flying J gift card to my gasoline-for-coming-home fund.

xoxo

Jane

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