ARRGGHH I wrote a whole frickin lot and lost it all!

Day six with glasses. Not so bad...

Day Two with roommate Cassie.

Kill. me. now.

Two words: Ear. Plugs.

Here I was worried about her mormon self annoying me. But if you add that together with her 20 yr old twitterpatted self its like 10 times worse than I feared!

She is getting engaged and getting her ring and she can't stop squealing. She is officially getting engaged today so she was squealing all night long, not sleeping, and doing things slightly loudly starting at 5:30am. She's so consumed with her life and engagement she doesn't care about anything else.

Cassie is really good at making herself feel at home and doesn't ask a million questions about what she can and can't do like Sarah did, but I think there are some limits to helping yourself. She helps herself to my couch, my dishes, my tv, washer/dryer, shower, cleaning out my stuff in her room and cleaning off a vanity for herself, and thas all good. But I think maybe the line was crossed when she showed up that Fri night at midnight to drop off a load of her stuff with no warning that she was moving in that weekend. Scared the hell out of me. Someone in my house in the middle of the night! The only reason I didn't have a gun to her head was because I heard keys in the door. I finally remembered I only had two other keys out there, one I gave to Cassie already. Evan would be dead to the world right now so it had to be Cassie. That and she turned on the bathroom light and I saw her face in the mirror.

Anyways that Sat she moved in. I was gone in Wendover gambling, drinking, and going to Jeff Foxworthy show. Sunday I came home around 11pm and she was there and we started chatting. Of course all she talked about was her boy. What her boy gave her for Easter, what her boy said, blah blah. We were talking about ages, found out she is one year older than one of his sisters, kind of an awkward thing. Dallin did the same thing with Loryn and I. Cassie said his two little sisters didn't like her for some immature reason. She asked me my age and I said 25 in April and she asked what day in April, but her phone started ringing, it was her boy of course, and she answered it. Right in the middle of our convo. She almost thought about someone else for 2 seconds before going back to the boy. Awkward tho. I wasn't going to sit around and listen to her giggle on the phone all night. It wa slike 11pm I was going to bed. Awkwardly leave her door/room and go into mine while she giggled.

And because all of her attention is focused on boy and boy only her dog is getting neglected. Bella, the dog, has apparently 'acted out' because of the lack of attention. Because of this Cassie has stated that Bella is going to be an outside dog now. Uhhhh. First of all that dog is small enough for an eagle or hawk or something to take off with it. That kind of dog is not made to be an outside dog. Lap dog should be on someones lap in the house. Bella is used to being an inside dog and I would rather not be trained in my house to be outside. Bella just got shaved and no hair to protect her from the April cold. Bella was shivering on my kitchen floor when I met her. And the cage/kennel Bella has is just a wire thing, not covered to protect her from the wind or rain.

Anyways, Cassie put Bella outside all night Sunday night. Monday I mentioned it would rain and my backyard, since it doesn't have grass becomes a big mud hole. I mentioned my concern about the dog being out there all day. I come home and the winds are picking up and starting to sprinkle and the dog is still out there. I went over to Evans that night and came back to find Cassie still squealing on the couch and the dog still out outside and by now its really raining and muddy out there. Sure enough when Cassie finally lets Bella back in she's all wet, cold, and muddy and Cassie immediately took her for a bath. Well at least she gets a warm bath right? Some attention. Bella stayed inside last night thank goodness. I have issues with witnessing abuse or neglect of children or animals. I will NOT witness it in my own house. Maybe I can't have any roommates with animals if I have to watch how they are treated.

So last night Cassie could not sleep apparently because she is so excited to get her ring and be proposed to tonight. Apparently she woke up at like 4:30 and then took a shower at 5:30am. Who showers at 5:30am?! The water and the bathtub itself are loud enough but of course she isn't self concious of that and decides its appropriate to softly sing while in the shower. Not only can I hear all this so clearly I can only imagine the neighbors can hear this well. gggaaahhh. *pillow over head* Her shower takes like 30 minutes. She finally gets out noisly and dries her hair downstairs thankfully.

I finally fall back asleep. Its about 7am when she decides to do her hair outside my door at the vanity with her cell phone blaring a conference talk on speaker phone. A conference talk! A 7am! It was like torture cuz I only had 30 minutes before I had to get up but I couldn't just lay there and hear a talk. Its like getting a lecture at 7am in the morning. I dont want to hear it! I dont want to hear voices, I'm okay with music in the morning, but not just...talking! Totally need some ear plugs. I got up and shut the door all the way as a HINT and to reduce the sound, but I got nothing. I covered my ears with my pillow. Reminded of the cat and all the noise it made at night. Driving me insane.

I couldn't lay in bed anymore and listen to it so I got up and went into the bathroom and shut all the doors and turned on the water and all manner of noises I could muster to get it go away. ughh. I was doing my hair and listening to the conference talks through the bathroom door. She couldn't listen to just one conference talk... She knocked on my door simply to ask my opinion on her looks. "Does this look good?" "Is this outfit cute for getting engaged in?" "Does my hair look cute?" "How about these shoes?" Since she's been up since 4:30am she's had time to look good. Meanwhile I just got up with my glasses feeling fat and ugly and suddenly old. I just want to say Shut up and turn off yer frickin phone if you are going to talk to me!

I finally got away from the phone and upstairs by going downstairs to get some breakfast. Finally, far enough away the noise was gone. Some peace and quiet. But of course that can't last long, and low and behold the conference talk follows me and is suddenly on the kitchen table that I am eating at while she prepares the kennel for her dog inside the house. gggaaahhh. Can't even have my favorite meal without being annoyed at my own house. But soon after she gathered her stuff and finally left the house with the blasted phone.

I try not to say "Thank God" in such a tone, but I couldn't resist letting out a sweet release of "Thank God she's gone". Of course she had to forget something and came back into the house for a few minutes and I had to say it again. The dog looked at me like she didn't understand why the remark about her owner. I really don't like listening to people talk, whether a lecture or just shooting the breeze and asking opinions in the morning, it reallys puts me off voices the rest of the day. I seriously like peace and quiet in the morning. Sometimes I can handle music, but thats it. Ask Evan, he knows. So today I have this irk about listening to ppl talk now. The boss esp. Makes me ornery. If this was a Monday it would be like 10 times worse.

Talk about mixing her annoying 20 yr old twitterpatted self into the mix with her total molly mormon attitude.

Anyways, its only day 2 with her, I'm sure the marriage thing will calm down a bit in the next few months right? I only have a few more months with her, it'll be good. Just need to purchase ear plugs.

Meanwhile, at work, I find it ironic, that I ended up doing a divorce. We don't usually do divorces but Jim is the "service missionary" for his ward and somehow I ended up doing all of the divorce documents. Well it was long, brutal, weird, and a LOT of paper, took all morning. It was weird doing this paperwork with this lady and getting to know her private situation so intimately and not knowing her or anything.

They really should make it harder to get married, at least as hard as getting divorced. Now maybe I can go home and tell Cassie how horrible marriage is and the divorce process and such to get her to shut up for a bit! And of course, to add to the irking today, Jim thinks I'm magical and can make divorce documents magically appear and say what he wants them too.

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It was Camies funeral today. Gma, Renee, and Jed went to ID.

I can't imagine her such a young good looking girl lying dead in a coffin.

I just can't picture it.

I remember she might have siblings, older and/or younger, and all of them standing around her.

I think I remember her mother, Tammie, distant relative by marriage. I imagine her trying to cope with burying one of her youngest children.

I imagine my Aunt Shirley there coping after knowing this girl also and prolly being the one to suggest she live with Gma while going to school.