I'm sick, and I'm really upset about it.
First off, I'd much rather NOT be sick. There are lots of things I would much rather be doing. Like, not passing out at work, not not getting a tan. I would also like to make sense. I get a little delirious when I'm sick, and I don't know if any of this will make sense. I'm willing to give it a try, though.
The other thing about me when I'm sick is my complete lack of control over my facial expressions. Usually, when I'm talking with someone, I can usually mask the fact that I'm thinking, "This person is an idiot," but when I'm sick, that just shows right up on my face. Usually, during a conversation when I'm feigning interest, I can pull it off pretty well. But when I'm sick, it's obvious that I stop listening. I've been known to walk away. I'm pretty sure I offended my Gospel Doctrine teacher one Sunday while at BYU-I. I don't think I even said anything. My face was saying enough. This is when I realized that perhaps I don't have control over my face while I'm sick.
On another Sunday that I was sick (but felt well enough to go to Church) I persuaded Tara to go home with me and make a sandwich during Sunday School. It was a great decision. I was starving. (It was like, 10:00 AM.) You may know that when I'm not properly fed, I get a bit crazy. Well, while I'm sick, my eating is all catawampus, so of course I get a bit crazy due to that. And add the crazy of being sick, and I guess I'm just an overall joy to be around.
I know I started this post with a "first off" and I'm not sure I have a "second" point to throw down.
I'm sick, okay?
Well, right now looks like a good time to tell you I attended a wedding this past weekend. I drove there and back with someone who had a cold (that punk) so I'm assuming I got it from her.
Anyway, Abe and Isabelle got married, and all I can say is Thank God. Like, for realz. This was her dream, and she was undaunted in the quest. So, I am sincerely glad she has found someone.
I chose that picture because Isabelle is showing off her fancy red shoes. The more I think about my wedding shoe choice, the more I realize that I can't come up with a shoe that I like. My foot doesn't look that fabulous in anything too strappy, and all of the white heels I've seen that are not strappy look rather old-fashioned. (Like, 1980's old-fashioned.) I'm not into that.
So, while driving back from the temple on Saturday, I made my decision: I will wear flats. I can easily find some cute flats. Piece of cake. Wedding cake.
Also while driving back from the temple I planned out my entire wedding. Well, kind of. A few things are up in the air of course, but the basic idea is there. I would tell you all about it, but I don't want you married folks telling it to your non-married friends, and I don't want you unmarried peeps to steal my idea. (I almost let it slip, because I'm sick, and my defences are down, but I caught myself just in time.)
Also, I realized that I usually get a cold in the spring time. That is lame. But perhaps it is better than getting a cold around Christmas, like so many other people I know.