What a day!
I finished the yearbook. HALLELUJAH! Honestly, the best thing ever and I saw, relived, quoted, sang and breathed "Thoroughly Modern Millie" again at Orem High.
Of course though, at the end of it, I wanted someone to give me a hug, tell me I did a great job and let me tell them every little thing I was thinking.
*I didn't like the way she said "I'm a pioneer woman pal!*
*His first note on "Oh Sweet Mystery of Life" was absolutely amazing*
*Why didn't they say "DEXTER! COME!"?*
*Why was Bung Fu a girl?*
*At least she could sing*
* The tap dancing! It's amazing!*
*That was my line! My one and only line and he ruined it!*
*Why was her dress long? And fitted?! ITS STYLISH TO RAISE YOUR SKIRT!*
(Well, I suppose I said most of these things to Zoe.)
However, he'd be more than proud of me for my book and laugh at me for my over-analyzing skills. We'd go on walks and he'd wear button up shirts. He'd lay and stare at the ceiling with me and try to make patterns out of it as I do sometimes. He'd enjoy funny pictures I send him. He'd be great. I hope he's smart. Oh goodness, I love a boy who is smart. Someone who can explain concepts and ideas to me. I hope he can play guitar and we can sing under the stars. Oh how joyous it would be to have a boyfriend!
However, as Mama Tanna would say, "Your time will come."
But this time I may just ask her, "Soon?"