What the crap?

So last night I went to institute like I try to do every Wednesday night since it gives me a break from being home and I have a few acquaintences there that I like to talk to. I try and get there early, mainly because that means I'm out of the house earlier. Well last night as I was coming out of our little library that we have upstairs I had to sort of cut the corner of another room which just happened to be the room where one of the sister missionaries was teaching a kid English. Sister W (I don't know why but I feel it best to keep anonymity even though none of you have met these people) asked me a question or said something to me as I was leaving so I stopped and talked to her for a second before she told the kid that I was also from the US. He started asking me questions about why I was in Germany and when I was going back and what I would do when I was back and how long I had spoken German and then he told me my German was really good. He said he's only been in Germany a little over a year, he's from Iraq. Any way, when he finally ran out of questions I went and played pool in the other room to kill my time since no one else was there yet. A few people started trickling in and were sitting at the top of the stairs and then about 15 minutes after I started shooting pool the kid came in and started talking to me again. He said that if I wanted to we could go out and get some drinks some time or go to a movie or just hang out. Then he gave me his phone number so that I could call him some time. We played two games of pool (which I lost horribly) before he said that he had to leave. But the weirdest part is that he stopped to talk to some of the people by the stairs before he left and I heard him say that he wanted to look for German friends. He didn't want to be friends with "auslanders" ... I think the word in English is foriegners... because he wanted to learn the language and culture better. That's when I thought, "Well why the heck did you give me your phone number and say that we should hang out? I'm a foriegner!" I've just had a bad experience with guys I just met giving me their phone number. The last guy that did it practically stalked me and then asked me if there was any way I would ever even consider marrying him if he wasn't my religion. When I told him no he just went in to the big rant about how religion is ruining the world and it's the cause of all our problems. And then he asked "What's the point in being friends with someone if you know there's no future? That's all you are is just friends? Why would you want to do that?" So basically I said no and after that night I haven't seen him since. Which is a good thing. But kind of bad because I drew something that I want to get put on a shirt and that's the kind of thing he does for work, he owns a copy shop and prints on shirts, pillows, makes signs and posters, etc. and now I would just feel awkward going to his shop and having him do it for me. Maybe I'll just have to wait until I get home. Oh well. So yeah, that's my weird phone number story. Random, unorganized, and one freakishly long paragraph.

Tag! You're it!

Thanks for tagging me X...

A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning. B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves. C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I love ultimate frisbee! It's one of the bestest games ever and I can't wait until I go home and I can throw a disc around again. It's been far too long since I've had a regulation weight piece of round plastic glide from my fingers and sail effortlessly through the air until striking another pair of hands. ULTIMATE!!

2. I tend to do things with my right side first. When I put my pants on, my right leg goes in first. When I put socks on, my right foot gets warm first. My first stride is with my right leg. When I put a jacket, teeshirt or coat on, my right arm goes first. When I pop my knuckles, my right side always goes first whether it be my fingers, elbows, shoulder, knee or ankle. I always try for the right side first, unconciously of course.

3. I have a skill for getting random guys telephone numbers. I don't know what it is about me but I suppose I just have the kind of face where guys from random countries like Iraq or Algeria (I think) look at me and think I bet she wants my number... I'll give it to her. It's really weird. But then I have an even better skill of seeing them a ton of times right after they give it to me. Insane.

4. Sometimes when I write I get tired of holding the pen the normal way so I switch it up a little. You have to stay on your toes, keep the mind juices flowing, and the best way to do that is to challenge your hand a little.

5. Whenever I pull a bowl out of the cupboard I wipe it out on the inside of my shirt or sweatshirt before I put my cereal in it. Mainly because I know it doesn't get cleaned very well and even though I know wiping it with my shirt won't really do a whole lot to clean it there is just something about the motion that puts my nerves at ease.

6. I don't sleep when I travel. Or at least I try my hardest not to. Perhaps it's because when I was younger and my family took vacations my siblings would throw things in my mouth. Maybe it's because I don't know if I talk in my sleep and I don't want to run the risk of telling the strange man next to me that I love him. Or drool on him. Or lean on him. There are just so many things that can go wrong when you travel with strangers.

Well I don't know 6 people with blogs but I'll tag Jeanne, Angie, and Janae. They are all really cool and most definitely worth two spots each.

The World May Never Know

That's basically how I feel right now. There is so much going through my mind that I don't even know where to start. I guess we'll start at the beginning of my day and hopefully that will make a little sense. I woke up this morning around 7 and apparently I fell asleep with the lights and tv on. After turning everything off and trying to figure out how long I had already been asleep I figured 7 was too early to be up on a day with nothing to do so I went back to bed. As I was sleeping I had a weird dream. I don't remember a lot of details but I know that I was looking for my cell phone because I didn't know my number but I needed to give it to a guy (yes I know who the guy is, we'll get to that) so I had to look it up in my phone. Well I wasn't having any luck finding the phone but we found lots of random stuff in my back pack and we just started playing with that instead. There first few seconds after I woke up I was happy. And then reality set in and I remembered it was just a dream. All day today that dream has been playing itself over and over in my head and it's driving me crazy.

The boy in the dream is the boy that I have a crush on. The only problem with me having a crush on him is that he's currently on a mission for our church. We're both from about the same area and we both are going home around the same time. My main problem is, I don't know how he feels about me. This is such a problem because I can't just go up to him and ask, "Hey Elder, wanna go on a date in four months?" My friends keep telling me that I should just give him my contact info before he transfers (which could be next week) and if anything happens, great, and if not then it's no big deal. Really I have nothing to lose. If that's the case, why am I so nervous?

Last week I was talking to the Elders at our English class (the Elders started it up about two months ago and so far only once have people shown up but we keep doing it just in case) mainly just about random stuff. One Elder, we'll call him Elder B, and I were talking about ice blocking and how he's never done it. Then we started talking about how to make an ultimate ice block, fill a whole freezer with water, and then having to have a truck to take it back up the hill every time. Since he's from ID and I'm thinking about going to USU we said that we would get together and try doing it. Then Elder S, the one I like, said that he would go up there too even though he goes to BYU. Elder B and Elder S aren't really the type of people that would hang out with each other, but I think I would hang out with both of them separately. Any way, I'm probably just reading too much into that.

Elder S has been in my ward now for 5 months. We talk at least a little bit every week, especially with this English class. But during those conversations he's mentioned a girlfriend once or twice. It never sounded serious, but just the possiblity that there is someone back home... I don't know what to think about that. Sometimes I catch him just looking at me, or at least in my general direction because when I glance at him he'll look away real quick. I don't know if that means anything though. Maybe it just means that since I usually sit across from him that's the most natural place to look. Or maybe it means he's rethinking the decision to go to USU? (Maybe wishful thinking on my part...)

Why are guys so confusing? Why is this turning in to such a big thing for me? Why am I posting this on the web for all to see? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?

The world may never know.