I think there's happy and sad stuff to report... Firstly, a sad thing is that I didn't post last week... again. But there was a baptism going on that my dad was helping to set up, so I didn't really get any time to write in the afternoon.
A happy is that my friend (whose name makes me want to give him the codename Apple... if he found this post, I think he'd murder me in his head) managed to get permission to make a Self-Defense Club! Since I'd promised to join already if he made it (it sounds really interesting, but I don't know if I'd- okay, I actually know I wouldn't- have had the confidence to join if I didn't already meet and become friends with the person in charge of it. I guess it sounds a bit weird to not have enough confidence about joining a club where they teach you the very basics, but 'tis true, in my case.) I signed up.
The first two meetings started off a bit disastrous because the location in the school Apple had wanted to use turned out to already be taken... I think the places we'll meet up at are pretty much chosen now, though.
Another happy is that, in the second meeting, two people that I already knew and (I think) I'm friends with joined! (Along with a third kid who had surprisingly good jabs...) Come hither, friends o' mine! We shall turn this club into a guild of lilaclily00 acquaintances and awesomeness!... all led by Apple, who is our sensei.
Okay, now a sad. My sister is now out of the house... supposedly, for good. She left for Utah again, and quickly found a job and apartment to move into, both of which will start this week. I hope, once she's settled, she'll be happy and can prepare herself for starting college next year in the spring semester...
It's weird to have to adjust to her being gone again, but the fact that, again, people from church like to remind me of her absence, it's getting a bit harder. I know the folks at church are trying to have a little conversation with me and letting me know that they actually pay attention, but please stop asking me if I miss her. Guys, reminding me of the fact that I miss her is not gonna help me forget any faster! YES, OF COURSE I FREAKING MISS MY SISTER! NOW PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT IT.
I want to focus on that I can still send her texts and talk to her on the phone- I don't enjoy phone calls, but what else am I supposed to do?- not the fact that that's the only way I can communicate because she's not here anymore. It was different when she was gone for 2 weeks because I knew she would be coming back soon. But now I don't know when's the next time I'll see her in person again! I thought it'd be easier because of the time she was gone earlier this year, but I guess not...
When we left her off at the airport, on the way back we came across an area with food trucks so, of course, we decided to eat there. My dad and I ate Thai food and my mom some pupusas. But before that, we realized there was a Voodoo Doughnuts truck there, and there was no line. My dad decided it was the perfect opportunity to get a baker's freaking dozen even though I doubted I'd even eat one on that same day.
Just so you know, you can tell why they're popular, because the donuts are often covered in stuff. However, they're also super sweet, a level we could barely handle. So we agreed we actually like more the old donut place in Utah we always liked going to even though it's not famous. My dad still loved it, though.
Since I'd been quite in the mood for an Arby's shake- even though we'd eaten something else instead and I was already full- we stopped by there for shakes. I felt bad asking for one because I was full and I was just asking more money out of my parents' pockets, but... I think, without my sis around, my parents almost feel a need to treat me to whatever I want. It's not like my mom and dad never paid attention to me before, it's just that I'm not used to... I guess I'm being treated like an only child, and that's weird.
Anyway, much regret on getting a shake when I realized I was already cold and then sipping on more coldness...
On the road again, I was already feeling a bit worn out, but my parents wanted to check out a thrift store. Of course, I wanted to return the favor and said it was okay. While there, I actually found two things I wanted (and, again, I felt a bit bad for getting them, but at least this cost less than all the food I ate): a "Pink Ladies" jacket (Grease for the win!) and a book titled The Little Red Writing Book. (Oh, puns.) I was hoping it would have more tips on creative writing, but it turns out it was actually focused on expository writing... Oh well, it'd probably be good to keep it around anyway.
Ironically, I had to write an essay in English the next week. I am not entirely sure if I wrote it the way they wanted me to, but I hope it was decent enough...
A happy: in Young Women's, we were supposed to paint nails. I was supposed to go with the sister missionaries right after the activity, though, and I thought it was a bad idea to get my own painted. But, after one of the leaders suggested to draw little Halloween things on the nails like spiderwebs or cats... I really wanted one, at least on one finger. When I couldn't control the urge anymore, I painted my own thumb with a purple cat, not even bothering to put a base of some kind underneath. I think, considering I did it on a whim and it was a quickie cat, it's pretty decent. And it's much easier to make sure one nail dries than all ten.
I've always thought it'd be cool to just put doodles of some kind on my nails without covering the entire thing, and, just as I expected, it looks perfectly fine and maybe even cool in its own right!
So yeah. I have a cat thumb.
There's more stuff, but, for some reason, I wanna save the last few things for later. So let's just hope this week is boring and I have time to write next Sunday. *apologetic sweatdrop* K bai!
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