My Memory Craig told me I had a good memory today. I wish. I remember a lot about my childhood. I liked it. I have a good long term memory but short term I kind of suck. That's why I keep these journals. So that tomorrow I can remember what I will in 3 years. And have every last detail. We did our youth sermon for PoP today. It was really cool. And then Mike took us to Einsteins and I ate so much I wanted to puke. I drove Elaine, Mick, Myrrhaya, and James back to church, and then Myrrhaya and I went to my house so I could change and we went to Faith and Fellowship to help them with yardwork. It was awesome. Talking to Elaine, Mick, Myrrhaya, and James and weeding and planting...it almost made me not mind yardwork. Elaine's mom came and picked her up so I took the other three home. I dropped off James first and wanted to know where everyone lives/lived. So I drove across the street to my old neighborhood, where Mickey still lives. And apparently Tim. And apparently Jason used to (still does) live there, too. Anyway, I was driving down my block and I was like "ooh! Oooh! It's my house! Look! Jessie's house! Omg! it's Matt's house! hey that car in his driveway kind of looks like mine." And Mick said "That's matt's car." That's when I got my fantastic idea. So he is probably home, I thought, I wonder if he still remembers me. Because I know I remember him. And we were supposed to get married and we were such good friends back in kindergarten and even in fourth grade and I havent' seen him really since I moved. So I said, "We should say hi. Think he still remembers me? Scott says he's good at bass." Sorry. EVERYONE says he's good at bass. And Bass is my favorite instrument. And what about all our memories! Surely he'll remember some of me. I remember that door well. And the doorbell is the same, too. I rung it, and we got to talk to Matt. His voice is insanely deep. and his hair is long. And he ..did he have glasses? I don't know. His house still smelled like I remembered...the smell of spicy asian food wafting through the air. And I extended my hand and told him, "Hello, I used to be your neighbor." And he said "Teresa." I said, "yes." He asked me what school I go to now, and I told him. He thought I had moved out of state. I dropped off Mickey and he showed me where Tim lives and where Scott used to and then I left and drove Myrrhaya home. I got to my house and I was home alone for a few sweet minutes.. It was bliss. Ahhh. Arguments with Craig. They'd be a lot easier and much more fulfilling if he'd speak in English. not this shakespearian verse "deep" (pshAW) stuff. Using big words and complex sentence structures do not always make you seem smarter and deeper. Sorry, bub. It's the actual content. And people who can translate deep into simple are truly the intelligent. I have yet to become truly intelligent, I guess, as I still can't comprehend half of what he says. Oh well. Surely it's not that important? Lately ... since the beginning of this year, we've done nothing but argue. Sometimes I wish for the days when I liked him and everything was simple and I wasn't worried about hurting everyone's feelings... When I didn't have a boyfriend and before I knew Scott and Craig was the hottest thing since toast. Not the sections when I liked Levi because most of that was regret, not true infatuation. But that's not the point. The point is it was easier when the boys I liked either didn't return the feeling or didn't tell me (until it was too late...in some cases..). I can't complain though, because I seriously enjoy having a boyfriend. Especially one as sweet and geeky and cute as Scott. Whom I got to hang out with yesterday, too. And cuddle with during a funny movie. and kiss the top of his oh-so-sexy nose. Deep breaths.