ditched

Today is Monday. The best day of the week. The day I get to spend my evenings with my "family". There are quotes because my actual family lives hours away, but this so-called family I so lovingly give my monday nights up to, are all my age, leaving it impossible to make them all my blood relatives. Small groups form and do activities such as decorate cookies, fingerpaint, or play games that cost no money. Fun, right? Wrong. I don't like to go to this thing they call Family Home Evening. First of all, it's not really my family. Millionth of all, although fingerpainting and cookie-decorating are effortless tasks that I am more than happy to do in place of studying, I just don't get anything out of it. Tonight, though, our activity was a fireside. Ah, a fireside. An enjoyable meeting that I will actually learn something from and not have to dodge meaningless, monotonous, and oh-so-heavily-repeated conversations with people I don't know as well as I probably should in my ward.

That's my soap box about FHE. The real reason I feel so bummed about this Monday in particular is because I got ditched. My roommate repeatedly asked and begged me to go with her to the fireside tonight only to find out that one of her best friends was in dire need of an escort to a school banquet. So she left. My other roommate who truely epitomizes the saying "Spring is for Lovers" is doing just that. Spending time with her lover. Going to a fireside with me was at the very bottom of her list, along with cleaning the toilet. Thanks.

So I called another girl friend. I wonder if she knew it was me on the phone because the entire seven minutes and twenty-six seconds was spent listening to her gab to other people. Hello? Anyone there? She was quite obviously busy.

The other two girls I thought of calling are also preoccupied with, ew, boys. No hope.

So I resorted to my guy friends. This was the biggest mistake of all. 7 o'clock during basketball season is completely off limits to any sort of conversation, let alone hanging out. It was two for two and I was not about to go out on my third strike. So I gave up.

Then it hit me. Duh, I know who knows just what to do to entertain me when nobody else will. That, my friends, is me. So, here I am, spilling my guts onto my blog. And, believe me, it is incredibly entertaining. Not to mention, I now have documented one of the most downer nights possible. Without tonight I would not be grateful for every-other night I have spent having fun with friends and loved ones. Without tonight, there would have been an empty void on my blog. But most of all, without tonight I would not have learned that it is okay to spend time with just myself.

Thank you, self.