Texting. It's a Love/Hate Relationship

I got a text from this random number yesterday. He turned out to know a whole lot about me. . . Here is the conversation that ensued, my thoughts are italicized.

Mysterious number: I know where you live.

Me: Awesome. So do I--We should be friends! :) Who are you?

Mysterious number: Lara. I agree. We should be friends.
Oh yeah, now that we're friends, would you mind posting my bail?

Me: Yeah, sure. How much is it?

Lara: 2,500. But if you go through my bondsman, I only have to pay 10%.

Me: Sweet deal! I would, however, like to know why I'm paying. What did you do to incur such a large fine?

Lara: Nothing. They weren't even my drugs when I got caught.

Me: Oh you poor dear! Yeah I'll definitely bail you out! Which jail?

Lara: Fox River.
By the way, I like your roommate's new hairstyle.

Me: I know, right?! She wasn't gonna chop it off but then I convinced her that the fauxhawk was tres her! :) I'm pretty sure I love it more than she does, though :/

Lara: Tres mal for her then. I think it looks great.

Me: Me too! Although, the pink tips may have been a bit much... Thank goodness they're fading!

Not really, thank goodness.

Lara: Lol. I see what you did. She is not really that type. But it looks good curled.

Me: You must have me mistaken for someone else no you don't, but I'm getting a bit freaked out ... Her hair's too SHORT to curl!

Lara: Hmm... Well did she cut it since yesterday?

Me: No, but when she cut it it was quite short! And it's certainly growing, but it's not long enough for a curling iron!

I really hope I don't get in trouble for lying. . .

Lara: Then how did she manage to make it long enough in such a short time?

Me: A wig? Honestly, you must be confused. I don't think you know me, but that you know someone with a similar number to mine and somehow the two numbers got confused in your head.

Lara: No mistake, no confusion. You are the one with the lime green duffel...package...tube?

You mean my laundry basket?

Me: Are you certain?

Lara: Well, yes. It is complementary to your dishes.


You mean these ones?!

Now who do I know who's freaked out about my dishes coordinating with the rest of my apartment?

Me: Christian?

Lara: I'm agnostic. Are you Christian?

Me: *With all the gusto I can muster* "I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints!" So yes.
There's just one trouble: I am having the hardest time believing that you are indeed a girl named Lara.

Lara: 1)A girl!?! 2)How can you believe in God, whom you have never seen, but not believe in me?!

Me: No doubt one of my many flaws. I apologize. Prince of Persia line!

Lara: Flaws? No flaws.

Me: Then you do not know me.

Lara: Well, what I know, I know from a distance. Shall we narrow the gap?

Me: Sounds like a plan. Unfortunately, you have the advantage of knowing my place of residence where I am clueless to yours! You'll have to come to me.

Lara: I do need bail...

Me: Oh that's right! I called the station and got it taken care of. They should let you out momentarily.

Lara: Then I will see you tomorrow, but will not say anything. However, I will be wearing a BYU t-shirt.

Me: Just like half the student body here?! I don't think so. No, you need to be wearing a U of U shirt. Or pink. Either/or.

Nick (At first I didn't look at who this was from and thought Lara was going creepy on me): Oh it's not that we're going somewhere farther... I just want to spend more time with you :) if that's ok.

Lara: Deal. But I will act as if I do not know you, and that this never even happened.

Me: UNLESS I pick you out. Then, because we are friends, we will talk in person.

Lara: Hmm... If you do approach me, then your first sentence must contain the word "canary."

Aaand they've known me for a while. People called me canary as a joke in high school.

Me: Why?

Lara: Because I have to buy a new shirt! It is really the least you could do to comply with my simple request.

Me: Borrow someone else's shirt. I'm sure you know someone who will share. Then I don't have to say it. What's my name?

Lara: Ambree

Me: False. You do not know me.

Lara: I'm sure there is more than one way to spell it.

Me: There is, you were just confused on how many consonants there are supposed to be.

Lara: Very well, until I am further educated, you will be known as Ambree.

Me: I hate nicknames.

Lara: Enlighten me.

Me: You tell me your real name first.

Lara: Lara Alfonso. I'm sorry, I assumed it would tell you. For the record, I was not involved in its selection.

Me: My phone isn't that smart. Do you have a nickname? My name is Cambry.

Lara: CAMBRY! I was close. Some people call me Fozzie.

Me: Well I know who you're not.

Lara: That does narrow things down.

Me: And I thought my head hurt before all this.

Lara: Put the lime in the coconut...make you feel better.

I'm done.

Me: Goodnight.

Lara: See you tomorrow. Remember the canary.

How could I possibly forget?

He texted me later and revealed his identity. It was my little brother with his new phone. Oh I was SO relieved!

Single and Proud of It

Today I am so incredibly grateful I'm single. I'll admit, sometimes it stinks, but it's much better than the confusion of dating, and the enormous pain of breaking up. I'm not ready for that. At least not right now.

I was just talking to a co-worker today and she was sharing her recent break-up story. I felt so bad for her--it was a bad one.

Talking to her made me wake up from this little fantasy I've been living in. I've thought that maybe, just maybe, a small relationship would be fine before I go on a mission, but talking to her made me realize just how blind I've been in that thinking.

I get way too attached to people for me ever to be in a "small" relationship. I would distance myself from others and, when we broke up, I would be crushed. It would cripple me in my preparations for a mission. I would still go, mind you--it's what I'm supposed to do--but it would be much harder for me to care about everything that I need to care about right now.

So I'm going to try my hardest ignore the want to have a boyfriend and focus on the things that need my attention the most right now. Here goes, well, here goes everything! Wish me luck!

An Epiphany

I think I finally figured out how to avoid almost falling asleep at work! I just need to listen to our classical radio station (and probably have some sort of food with me). Hallelujah! I was starting to worry about what to do!

Classical music is good. Good for my spirit, and good for my brain (I think). Thank goodness for it :)

Real Life Once More

So the break is over. . . Time to go back to real life.

In a some ways I don't want to. I don't want to stress about assignments, papers, and tests. I don't want to go back to being responsible. I'd rather stay at my parents' house and have FUN!

But, I also can't wait. I miss my roommate Brittney, and I miss my ward. I love my home ward and it was wonderful visiting, but I missed mission prep and seeing all my friends in the singles ward. And I actually miss my apartment. Christmas decorations and music are now legal there and I can't wait to see how we transform it! I'll be sure to keep you posted :)

So while this break was much-needed and wonderful, it's time to go back. And you know what? I'm ready for it. Here we go again :)

What Do You Think?

I found these glasses in the hallway at my parents' house. I put them on as a joke saying I could be hipster with them, but then my dad told me that they were actually cute. So I've kept them on (for the past ten minutes, at least).

It's a good thing I don't need glasses for real because these ones keep sliding down my little nose, and it's driving me nuts. I don't know if I'll be able to keep them on all day, but I'll try. 'Cause apparently they look cute. What do you think?

Happy Thanksgiving!

There truly is so much to be thankful for.

I am so grateful for family, friends, and the gospel. They offer me so much comfort and aid in times of trouble. I can always count on them.

I'm thankful for music, freedom, and love. I am truly blessed. My Heavenly Father has been so good to me. He has given me everything. Everything! And there is so much to be thankful for. Truly.

What are you thankful for?

Fine

Fine is a lie.

At least, for me it is.

If ever someone asks me how I'm doing and I say fine, I'm lying.

I'm not lying just for the heck of it, but I'm lying so I don't bother other people with my problems.

Either that or I'm angry with them and want them to leave me alone.

But usually it's the former. And it's something I need to fix. I need to accept that I'm not the only person on this planet. Heavenly Father knew what He was doing when He placed people on this earth with each other. We are able to help each other, strengthen each other, provide for each other.

It's just that, sometimes, I'm too stubborn in my independence to see that. So I'm going to try and fix it. I'm going to stop saying I'm fine when I'm not. I don't have to ask everyone to solve every problem I encounter, but I can accept their help when I really do need it. That way, when the words "I'm fine" come out of my mouth, I'll be telling the truth.