Getting Wide

Well, we went to Standrod. It was quite the little adventure. We left around five because I had a church bball tournament in the morning which we played 2 games back to back, and won them both!! So now we play in this tri stake championship game on Wednesday. I am awfully excited. My friend Julie recruited me to play, its not my ward, but another ward, which is perfectly legal because my ward doesn't have church bball and you get your bishop to sign a paper. It's fun and great and BY far the best happiest team I have been on in a long time! No offense Championship Intramural team, but you cannot replace these girls they are old (sorry) and not in great shape, except a few, and they work their butts off to win.

So then Brad and I went for sushi. I know...sushi when you are pregnant!!! Ooooos and ahhhs, judge me if you will. We hadn't been there before and it is called Wild Ginger and I loved it! And I didn't puke it ;)
Then Brad wanted to play bball so, alas we waited a few more hours. It began to be raining and stormy but we didn't think anything of it, I had been trying to call my mom ALL day and I was starting to get MAD! NO one was answering.

We went to my aunts to pick up my 3 cousins who were going to ride with us in our Honda Accord, which seats 5, but then 2 more cousins wanted to come so we switched our gear to the mini van. And, the radio didn't work because their baby put pennies in it, which caused a short in the tail light, who knew?

We arrive home and the power has been out all day, and there is snow. Of course, snow in March, winter finally came. My little brother Ian greeted us with a microscope that had a light on it. Some had head lamps. Toilets had 3 or 4 goings already in them because they wouldn't flush with no power. We sat around and talked in the dark next to the raging fire, so rustic. Still everytime I walked into a room I tried to flip the light. Habit. We went to sleep, preparing for the power to go on sometime in the night, and instead woke up to no power Sunday morning. Also, I woke up to 6-8 inches of snow and it was still snowing! Oh dear. Church started at ten but my mom couldn't get ahold of the bishop, who lives 30 or so miles away on dirt roads. Cell phone service is bad out there and actually is a new thing. Brad and I don't get any service at all with our phones.

So we didn't know if Shad's farewell was going to be canceled, when 40 or so people had traveled to see it. No power, probably no church. I think around 10:30 we were planning how to have a little farewell at our house (church is 30 miles away on dirt roads) I live in a dirt road village, and then all the sudden the power kicked on. Toilets can finally be flushed! Good thing my parents have 8 bathrooms or we would have been in trouble. Mom got a hold of the bishop and church was back on! Since Dad, Echo, and Shad were the 3 speakers and the brothers and brothers in law were the musical number, we needed to show up. We packed up the caravan and after 6 cars headed out, we took the treacherous trip to Almo, Idaho which is 30 miles away from our house in Standrod, Utah. You can google map these places, we are dots in the swarms of mountains. We arrived a little late, but at least we arrived. We took up the front 3 rows and that was just immediate family.

Echo spoke first and before she told a story about Phyllis, a lady in the ward, she said, since she was here when the relief society was first established I have some stories from her. Then Sally, in the audience said really loud, "What?" Then Echo gasped and covered her face and the sacrament meeting roared with laughter. Then Echo said, "Sorry Phyllis."

It was epic. Then my dad spoke and he just did a fantastic job after Ammon (autistic brother) ripped up his talk, and shattered a light bulb over it the morning of. Then it was Shad, whom Echo had wrote his talk, and I had reviewed and added details. Shad went well, we wanted him to expound on his testimony at one part and we wrote: Bear Testimony of Church and Priesthood. And he said, "I would like to bear my testimony of the church and priesthood." So that didn't quite go as planned, but I guess we should have written it better. :) Don't worry he will have the gusto to write his homecoming talk :)

I apologize if you lost me up in the story somewhere, bear with me, its almost to the good part where I post the pictures. We then helped set up the dinner of frozen pizzas from Costco, Harmons, and wherever else the family brought them from, then we ate, then I nearly passed out from exhaustion. There is something about being heavy with child, it makes you tired. Very tired. But good news minute (this is relief society) I have been feeling loads better, puking has subsided to about once every three days, and I usually can eat meals. Back to story. I was so tired, I couldn't even form sentences, but nobody seemed to notice because of all the hussle bussle. Also, I thought I was hiding my large waist line with this dress, but it is evidence of ME, getting wide.

This is my family (siblings) in order from oldest to youngest. It's crazy I know, as I look at it, I think of us as crazies or something. Brooke, Tosha, Hannah, Tanner, Summer, Landon, Brittany, Sally, Shad, Echo, Ethan, Chandler, Ammon, Ian, Lad, Faith. Somehow I got hit with the short stick, or forgot my heels. But HEY I am 5'7'' everyone else is just taller than that.

Guhhh that's me 15 weeks wide! Brad says I look stunning, really honey?? I thought the stripes would hide the wide, but its still evident. Summer is also pregnant, she is 4 weeks ahead of me! Tosha just had a baby, and hopefully Sally and Echo stay clear of babies for awhile, Hannah already has 4 so she won't be popping anytime soon!

I am just so happy that I can start feeling better so that I can think about how great it is going to be to have a baby! A DNA combination of Brad and I, its going to be great.

The Pregnant News

I apologize for my uncreative, surprisingly annoying way of telling my blog followers I am pregnant. I know, it was lame, and I should be punished for it. Trust me I have been punished. I have decided to make a list of things to know for people thinking about getting pregnant. Take this seriously.

1. When you eat, if you can eat, you will puke.
2. After you puke, you will rinse your mouth then try to drink some water, prepare to puke the water.
3. Your teeth will be chalky from stomach acid.
4. Your throat will be sore from chunks getting stuck.
5. You will try the advice of Ginger Ale, Saltines, but those don't make you feel better, you still puke.
6. You can only take Tylenol, so if you have multi-cold, prepare to just be miserable.
7. You are going to feel bloated.
8. All the foods you once ate, you won't eat.
9. A food will sound good, you will go out of your way to order it, or drive far to get it, then to find out...it looks disgusting after all.
10. Everything stinks, therefore can trigger throw up.
11. Your husband may become the smelliest human on earth all the sudden.
12. You really become good at finding out what stretchy clothes you have, and comboing them together.
13. Crying has to be a must, because after you puke your guts out all day, crying is all you know how to do.
14. It really is the best thing in the world to hear your husband say, "Goodnight Baby."

Now that you are well versed in what the first 12 weeks will be like....you are only 1/32423542 prepared to be pregnant.

Sally makes me mad, she keeps saying, oh it has to be so much better than cramps.
I'll shove that down your throat Sally when you are pregnant. I would take back cramps in a heart beat.

Oh and all you women who say, "Oh I wasn't sick one day of my pregnancy." I hate you. Really I hate you. And you have no excuse for not having 3210948092384 children. Unless of course you are unable to afford, handle or numerous other reasons.

On the flip side, it has brought Brad and I closer together. We are realizing the bigger picture, what really matters. We don't care what people think. We are so happy, except for when he eats fatty foods, and pickles, I can really smell those on him for days, and I have a hard time being around him without gagging. But other than that we are happy.

I'm at 13 weeks now, and I was supposed to have a 12 week appointment but I have one in a week, and I will ask for the Zofran if I am still on this throw up every meal routine. Hopefully I am closing towards the end though...I've said that for 3 weeks now.....

If you as a previously pregnant person have any other random crazy advice of how to avoid the pukes let me know.

Don't even ask Brad and I our baby names, chances are, we won't tell you, because we don't know.
I have typed up my week to week thoughts. Those will be soon to come.

My due date is Sept 15, 4 weeks after my sister Summer, my sister Tosha just had a baby, so there will be 3 babies in one year. That has to be something for my mom.
Yay for being pregnant!

Took a break

Sometimes life gets super hard. And fast. It goes fast and you realize its March and your husbands baby sister gets married and you are in Texas visiting the 2 year old triplets who are six and then you realize they aren't babies anymore and its sad.

And the dog Emma isn't 3 anymore. She is 7, and in dog years that is 49. She is old and has hip problems!! WHat? What happened to my rambunctious friend that would jump up in my arms!?!?!

And since when did they play Wii? Where are the diapers? Man, time flies, and I thought oh goodness I need to savor life more. I need to go on walks, I need to get a dog, I need to call people more talk about old times, and what's happening now. I have this problem...I always look to the future, what is coming next. Now I just need to slow down and look at right now.

And Right now I am watching 3 6 year olds jump over rolling logs and they act as if they are really doing it. We were in the car driving today and they said, "We are Jewish." I said, " No you go to a Jewish school but you aren't Jewish."
Bryce: Oh, we are Mexican.
Me: No. You are American and Canadian.
Reid: What are you?
Me: I'm American
Trevor: I don't even know what Jewish means.
Me: It is a religion, like Catholic, Mormons, Methodist, it means you believe in God.
Bryce: Ya we believe in God and Jesus.
Reid: Yes, I believe in God, Jesus, and Santa.

I thought to myself, oh great, when you realize Santa isn't really are you going to think God and Jesus aren't real......? We will find out I guess!

I'll enjoy 85 degrees while Utah enjoys random bursts of snow, wind and rain.

Success in many things

Things are going better. I don't feel so stressed and uptight.

I don't cry when Brad tells me he likes it when I do the laundry..meaning he hates it when I don't do the laundry. Doing the laundry means folding the laundry, because we don't really have a washer and dryer to physically do the laundry...

I feel....like I can do this.

Two and 1/2 weeks left of student teaching. I can do this.

Tomorrow is a big day. I have an observation, then I have class, then I have a game.

A game where its the tournament.

And then Friday is a big day too.

Brad, and tentative others are coming to play at my school.

Not like play on the playground...

but like play in the band play.

Brad, electric guitar and vocals

Aj, acoustic guitar and vocals

Aaron, drums and vocals

for 80 second graders. I'll take a video :)

Tomorrow I'm going to talk to them about music, being in a band and all that good stuff...kinda as an intro to the band.

Summer told me to stop doing so many spaces on my blog. She said just to write longer paragraphs, that would help her focus better. So I'm trying Summer, I really am. Look I did almost oup there we go 3 lines.

But paragraphs aren't real life, choppy short sentences are real life, because every thought I have is interrupted by another one..in my own head, then I teach 8 year olds and they can't sit still if their entire life and family's life and dog's life depended on it, so my thoughts are constantly interrupted. So the fact is...I'm trying to stay focused longer.

Gosh that was a long paragraph. Golly jeepers. Okay, we went to Park City awhile back. Boy did we love it. Kelly and Natalie and Liz were our friends who invited us. Thanks again Kelly. . We loved it!

Kelly and Natalie seem to be excited that I am taking the picture but Natalie just wants it to be over so she can eat her chicken finger. Chicken's don't have fingers, so that term should be voided.
She finally got the chicken finger, now she has distracted Kelly in order to take his fries.
Oh goodness, she got the fries and now Kelly is mad, but he cannot show his madness on camera so he suppresses his anger using techniques he learned from AM. Thats Anger Management class.
Natalie pretends that it was a joke, that it was all fun, Kelly laughs to appease the cameras but really he is so angry inside.

But seriously, they are dating and in love. Can I say that on here? Can I? Is that okay? I said it..

Enough about Natalie and Kelly. More about me....and Brad. I went down a black diamond. I lost my ski in slow motion. Brad only laughed. I hate modules. Wait, mojuls. Whatever.

You see,

I had to pee,

so I stepped into the stall to wee,

then I pulled down my britches and said yipee,

finally I can pee!

Then something happened you see,

suddenly who would come in but another SHE!

I was very naked and said ahhhhhhheeeee!!!

The she could do nothing but say Sorreeeeeeeee!!

That's what happened to me,

when I had to pee.

Pretty sure she saw everything...but we are all girls right? Me holding feminine products wasn't too traumatizing for her right?

Was that too much info? Oh gosh I should have stopped with the pee poem.

Regardless, I took some ski footage. While skiing.

And, I really like avocados.

She is so scary...

I'm getting observed tomorrow.

In every single way it scares me.

She sits back there with her scary laptop and her scary fingers typing away.

I try to ignore her but she is just so darn scary.

All of us other teachers think she is nice, and we probably would hang out with her if she wasn't our CFA AKA Observer.

During the lesson, everything goes wrong, maybe it doesn't go wrong normally, or maybe you just only notice it when she is there watching you.

She makes us better teachers...but she is just scary.

The whole lesson you are thinking of how she is critiquing you.

You write on the board and you are thinking that she is critiquing how you wrote, what you wrote and how long it took you to write it.

You walk around the room watching her out of the corner of your eye, watching her watch you.

Oh my gosh, I teach better when you aren't watching me, I promise I do, but you will never know, because you are never here when you are not watching me.

I don't get sweaty armpits when you aren't watching me.

Man, why are you so scary.

Sometimes I pretend you are my mom, nodding and approving everything I do.

Then I sit down with you after, and you tear me apart....you tell me everything I do wrong.

You start by telling me the things I did right, but that's just a trick.

You just bring me up before you drop me down off of a 50 million feet tall Eiffel Tower.

Like I said, I would be friends with you....if you weren't so stinking scary.

In the end, you will make me better, but right now...I'm just scared of you.



Dedicated to my observer: For her safety I will only tell you her name starts with an A.

I am writing this as I prepare for my lesson plan that I will teach with my observer watching tomorrow.

It helps ease my soul to write a little about her.

Maybe share the pain....you know like when you are crying and you tell your sob story to your husband, friend, or mom then when you get done you are like, that was too long and why did I even cry about that, everything is better now, all I had to do is tell you.


I will probably still get sweaty armpits tomorrow every time a kid talks out of turn, and doesn't follow directions. I just want them to be perfect and they aren't...and it gives me sweaty armpits.

A Big Fat...

This week was ....stressful.

I thought I wouldn't be able to do it.

The teacher fair was Friday.

I prepared 15 resumes.

15 cover letters.

30 letters of recommendation.

And 5 specific resumes, 5 specific cover letters whephs...

That was hours of work.

Hours of printing.

While Brad was trying to sleep....

He likes to make the sound of the printer....

nrrrraahhhhhh cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee un un un un un un un un un un slllllllllllllll clunk

hes pretty good at it.

Cuz I'm pretty good at printing while he is asleep.

Then I yelled at him....

Well it was Thursday, I was stressed about interviewing and being on my best game the next day......

We make fun of me now, we can laugh about it now....

Cuz I was worried I wouldn't get ANY interviews.

And I got 4!!!

I know...standing ovation.

Anyway we were driving in the car and the convo was very basic, it went like this.

Brit, you are amazing, why are you even stressing, you are amazing you will do great!-Mr. Relaxed I have no worries man.

Brad, You don't know anything! You go to school, you do your homework, and then you turn it in! That's not real life! I am real life!-Brittany in a fit of rage.

Okay, I don't know anything.-Brad

Brittany puts her hand on Brad's shoulder.

I'm sorry, I overreacted.-Brittany

Silence....

Silence......

We moved on, and didn't talk about it until Sunday, where Brad said in a girly voice....."you don't know anything!"

Then we both laugh...

now its over.

Wow, on to the main topic here...

A girl from work, Lynda Freeman...she sells Mary Kay, and she emailed everybody last week telling them about a meeting where they gave out prizes and had a cash drawing.

I thought I would attend.

But Brad had a game in the morning, flag football, so I was late to the meeting where Mary Kay tries to get you to be a consultant and sell Mary Kay.

But when I got there, they took good care of me and got my items to receive a pedicure.

I sat next to one of my friends from work who was also attending.

I had butterflies the entire time..thinking about this cash drawing at the end.

You see.....we are very poor right now, and we have to move out end of April.

And we found a place we love, but the deposit is 700 dollars!!

We were going to ask to borrow money, but I have never done that in my life, so that was out of the question for me, I would have rather just found a cheaper dump to live in.

But I cry every time I see a leech in my sink.

Or everytime I wish I had a dishwasher.

I know that I deserve better, I work hard and I know that I deserve a tub.

And I know that I will have a full time job with benefits come September, so we can afford a place with a beautiful back yard and a garage and a tub and a washer and dryer and two bedrooms, and a dishwasher and no leeches in the sink.

I know I can afford that.

But the deposit is 700.

Something that I don't have saved up right now for various financial circumstances that have occurred.

So I made sure I prayed out loud, and extra hard this past week, #1 that we could get the house we applied for, and #2 that somehow we could find that money.

You know where this is going don't you?

Tosha's birthday was also on Saturday, happening as I was sitting with my newly painted toes waiting for these prizes to get over with and this cash drawing to occur.

We filled out this blue paper.

I'll never forget filling it out.

I was so nervous, my hands were shaky. My pen didn't write very well.

I didn't put my address like I should have.

I didn't read what kind of person I am, I just checked a box and handed it back to the lady I should have handed it to.

Then I waited.

I waited as they collected all the blue papers, which were the ticket to your cash drawing.

I had butterflies so bad, I was even starting to sweat.

I looked at the clock, it was 11:25, Tosha's lunch started 25 minutes ago, I was so late and they were going to be so mad at me.

I decided to leave.

I started to gather my things.

Then I decided to wait.

I waited.

Kept looking at the clock, oh my gosh I am going to miss the whole lunch.

My mom and sisters are all waiting for me, texting me, "WHERE ARE YOU?"

My stomach is turning.

They have this stack of blue papers.

The lady pulls one out.

She says, "Okay the winner's name starts with a B."

Its me, Its me, I know its me. I can feel it.

People with B in their name raise your hand, she says.

Me and one other girl raise our hands.

Tell me your names, she says.

I say, Brittany, shaky and almost in tears.

She says, Becky.

Congratulations....

BRITTANY!!!!!

You just won 500 dollars cash.

I walked up.

Everybody was smiling and hugging me.

She counted out 500 dollars in twenties.

I tried not to cry, as I prayed deep inside.

That may have been luck to some of you, but to me it was my prayers that I said out loud every night.

That was for many reasons that I cannot explain.

That was not luck, but yet fate.

And as I held the money up and shook it for all to see, I said, "Thank you so much, so so so much."

I was saying thank you to many people, but mostly God.

I waited until everything was over, then I ran out while Brad was waiting for me.

He joked with me saying before, You know you have a 1 percent chance of winning.

I jumped in the car, money hid.

He said joking as he drove away, "So did ya win?"

"TOTALLY DID!!!" As I showed him the cash.

He double took me and said, "What? Really?"

No, this cash is fake!! YES YES I WON!

I walked in to Magleby's Fresh, apologetic and happy.

I said to the table already eating their food, "Sorry I'm late, there was a 500 dollar cash drawing and I wanted to wait for it."

Then I started to walk away.

Sally was taking a bite of her food and she said, "Did you win?"

At that point I threw the 20s on the table and said, SURE DID!!

Everybody screamed and clapped....

Brooke hugged me.

My mom started crying, cuz she knows all of the drama, she knows I was praying.

Then the rest of the day, I glowed and said many silent prayers.

So a big fat miracle occured.

And a big fat thanks to Mary Kay and the man upstairs....up a lotta stairs.

Took this yesterday.

Sometimes he doesn't do his hair.....

Sometimes it looks great...sometimes not so much.

If my hair grew as fast as his....I would be cher. You know like the singer.

But this face right here....

Could really get anything it wanted.

Sometimes

Sometimes when Brad wears his glasses at night...I wish I had them too.

See don't I look more .....sophisticated teacher like?

Brad just looks so cute in them.

Handsome...smart.

Ps he got a 100 percent on his physics test today.

He is too smart.

But at the same time he isn't very good at writing my lesson plans.

But I guess I think for 5 year olds, he thinks for himself :)

I miss the five year olds.

Bad.

Not that I don't love 2nd graders. I do.

But I miss singing, "Im bringing home a baby bumble bee"

And I miss her calling me Mrs. Clarks.

And I miss my mentor teacher.

I miss everything.

Today I taught fractions..it went well.

I burnt my tongue on Slab pizza.

Go there. Get bbq chicken. Its the freakin best. Its right on 8th north.

Thin crust but its a quarter of a pizza. Sooo goody.

Ian is getting baptized this weekend.

Don't worry. Ill keep you posted.

Should I?

I'm debating something huge right now. Hair color. Right now it looks...blah. Kinda like in between. I haven't dyed it all over for...14 months. See this post I haven't highlighted it for... 11 months. Is it time? This was my first dye ever. My hair was so freakin healthy. So freakin healthy.

This was my next dye over 2 years later. A complete bleach. Im still paying for this one on the ends of my hair. I will NEVER dye my hair again. So healthy, to thin not healthy.

This is my hair now. YUck. Everyone tells me they love this natural look. BLahck. I need something. Should I highlight it? I think I will, its just a matter of time.

OH by the way. Brad had won this Mario Karts like for the trillionth time. I seriously just wanted to win once. Thats all I wanted. Don't worry I'll let you know when I win.

I'll make a big deal out of it when I do win. I'll send out a mass text like my friend Darcey does when anything at all happens. Like her husband makes good cookies. Mass text time.

Are you falling in love with him through my blog? Gosh, by now you should be. Look at that face. We were eating this asian style dinner, and we just got our food with our chops right from the pan in front of us on the table. I spilled sometimes.

Let's break down our relationship so all of you have this idea of how we get along. Brad never listens to me, and this picture is a perfect example. I told him to do a 'stoned' face. He just did his own thing. So now I'm the one who looks like she just watched Skeleton Key. (Just watched that by the way, freaked me out and I think about it every second of everyday, its been a week).

Next part of our relationship you need to understand. Brad dominates me. He didn't really want me in this picture, hence why I am getting smushed on my eye and he is in the center slowly pushing me out.

I really had to fight to be in this photo. Look at his face, he is so mad at me, he just wants a picture of himself. and he is so mad that he smushed my eye basically closed. I feel unloved.

After much bribing, one meal a day bribe, he allowed me to be in the picture. He didnt smushmy eye, and he acted pretty happy about it too. I just told him if he was always pushing me out then he would lose a lot of friends.

So we worked it out, now I dominate and don't listen to him.

JK. He does listen, always has and never dominates me. For those of you who worried.

Oh and should I dye my hair? Highlight it? I'm torn.

Babies. Babies.

My sister in law has a baby. Her name is Sophia. My little sister Faith calls her soapy.


See Amanda's blog for pictures of soapy. CLICK.


So we had a shower, after she was born...to celebrate her birth.


Amanda got this pink blanket. Remi is coveting it in the background. THat is Sally's leg.

Yellow. Jaundis. We both just got out of the hospital. Not funny? Okay, it was the camera setting. Truth is..we dont have jaundis.

Shower Junkies.

Brittany. And Sophie. Um...Not me. Does that look like me? Okay, obviously it is not me. But yet, Amanda's sister Brittany.

Echo, and Mykah. Cousins.

Aunt Shelley and Baby Sophie. (Notice the head wrinkles on Sophie.)

Whoa! How did this get in there..he wasn't at the shower.

Actually...he did make an appearance. Um...if potentially we somehow had a child together...that child would be the cutest ever..with dimples. Brad..now come on...I am not saying you have a baby face..Nor am I saying you have to marry me..I'm just saying..I'm saying you are strikingly HandSome. With...dimples. I just have these cheeks that bunch up at the corners of my mouth. WE could do without those.

Let me show you him again at a zoomed out view.

After his roommates made him change his shirt for the date...because he couldn't wear the same sweaty shirt that he wore to the BYU UTAH game. I didn't care. I don't shower for like 4 days.

I have a feeling.

I like him.

I like Brad Clark.

A Lot.

Back to reality. Day dreaming there for a second. As always when we get together we take a picture of all the sisters.

Left to right.

Brooke, Echo, Tosha, ME, Sal, Summer, and Faith.

One detail. Sister Hannah she lives in Maryland. That's why she isn't in this picture. But that doesn't mean she still isn't our sister.

I gave up on being good looking at this shower and changed into bball shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Which is kinda an unattractive secret about me.... I like big t-shirts. A lot. Almost as much as I like Brad. Whatever not even close.

I tried to make this post more user friendly. Not so long-winded. But I will have you know. Yesterday when I was trying to read my book in the lib. I heard a girl and her boyfriend...(I think it was her bf...she said I love you at the end. But she didnt really talk as though she loved him...)

Her and her bf were talking on the phone in the hallway, right outside the 'quiet zone' I looked at her probably 3 times. The 'oh hi, I noticed you so I looked over here look'. She kept on arguing with him about why she walked out on the group of friends while he was there. It wasn't because she didn't want to spend time with him. It was because she had to get out of that environment.

I then gave her the 'okay, here I am looking at you again after reading my book and not being able to focus on Hannah and the Holocaust. And okay, there are your eyes meeting mine, okay now do you know that you are driving me crazy?'

Then I continued to hear about how she didn't walk out because she didn't want to be with him, but he was a little rude that night.

I looked over at her again with the 'please stop talking on your cell phone right now' look.

Then I heard about how he never interprets her right. He always thinks she is being rude.

I decided not to look over at her. I decided to slide down in my sofa chair and throw down my arms to my sides. With my book in one hand. Way exaggerated. Like I was about to heave my entire body towards her and start punching her in the face.

That was probably too much information.

She kept talking. From 5:07pm to 5:58pm I heard about how she walked outside, and all the deeper meaning in her walking outside.

I then had read approximately 7 pages in 51 minutes. And flipped through, threw? whatever. Flipped through seven other books. Including a baby names book.

Hulga? No? Ya, I was desperate for something that grasped my attention.

After I read the meaning of 34 names, I decided I needed to move. I gathered up my things...as I was walking out. She came walking towards me and grabbed my bag and hit me upside the head with it.

That was a lie.

She really just said goodbye to her bf. And said, 'love you' at the end. When really I know she hated him.

Thank you for letting me release the anger that welled up inside of me from 5pm to 9 am today.

Not that long.

Now I just got carried away up there.

I apologize.

Bye.