Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

In which I'm not cold

The only time I'm ever warm is when I'm on the worship team at church. I was at practice today and I completely overheated. I was perspiring, and that NEVER happens . . . I shiver much more frequently than I perspire . . . I looked at myself in the mirror driving back to my apartment and my face was all red, even!

Lalala . . . I've come to the conclusion that the only communication there will ever be between Athletic Math Boy and myself is "What did you do today?" on his part and "I went to class and played word association" on mine. I suggested to various of my friends and acquaintances that I should say "I was thinking about you all day long" next time he asks. My roomie told me that I HAVE to say it because she wants to see how he'll react. Lol -- this is gonna be fun . . . I HOPE we see him tonight and I hope he asks because here is what I'm going to say:

"I thought about you all day long -- except when I tried to call my brother and he told me that he was on call and had service calls backed up and he'd be working all day and into the night and probably all day tomorrow, which made me really, really mad because he always uses his job as an excuse to not talk to me. And when I was talking to my sister-in-law about being mad at Andy because he wouldn't talk to me and when I was talking to Dave and Timmy and reading my book and washing the dishes and paying my bills and when I was at church for practice -- and those things pretty much took all day, so you know how important you are to me . . . "

Lol -- that would be hilarious . . . Last night, when I was telling Athletic Math Boy what I had done yesterday, I mentioned that I had tried to take a nap but Beich woke me up. He said, "Beich will do that . . . " I said, "It was ok. I wasn't quite sleeping when he knocked on the door. My feet were cold . . . " My roomie said, "How can you be that cold all the time?" I told them it was because my body temp is only about 96* and Athletic Math Boy said, "You're just cold-blooded." I was telling my sister-in-law about it and I said, "I should have said 'maybe I'd turn into a princess if you kissed me . . . '" Yeah . . . She says I have that cleverness in me, I just need to come up with these things at a time when they're actually USEFUL. I suppose that WOULD help a little bit . . .
~MK

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