What to do when you're confused: run away, don't talk about it, and distract yourself with things that don't actually matter. This is healthy.

Love. 

Bah. 

Sometimes I wonder if I know to to be in love anymore. I know, you've already tuned out. It's cool, you can stop reading but I'm gonna keep writing for reasons unknown to even me. Whatever. It's not this all-encompassing worry I have, but every now and again I find myself wondering...hmm. I could get more into that, but then you'd have to read it and before that happened, I'd have to think about it and actually figure out what's going on in my life and that's just way too much effort these days.

So anyway: after last night I'm pretty sure I have no problems in that love area whatsoever. Of course the age difference may worry some, but I think it's a pretty good starting point again. I just need to watch movies with cute little Thomas Robinson in them because he is by far the most adorable little boy I've ever seen outside my own nephews, and I don't care who I have to marry in order to get the clone of that little boy, but as of last night, I am willing to do whatever may be necessary. (Stop it. I can see your raised eyebrows right now. I know he's a character. But I'm pretty sure my little boy will be just as smart, brave, neurotic, and quirky as this one was.) Of course, little boys aren't scary like the big boys are. They haven't learned how to be scared or stubborn or frustrating quite as well as us big kids have yet, and they just melt me.

That's all.

I could've written about how much I collectively loathe Women's Conference weekend because parking is horrendous and that many women in one place all at once even makes MY brain want to explode...but I didn't. I wrote about a cute little boy instead. (For the record, I went with my mom at least once when I was younger and I remember it being a good experience. It also brings a lot of people I love into town, so that's a good thing about it...don't be mad Cal, I know you all went and I clearly exclude you from my parking frustrations.)

I just hate working on campus during events like this. They should let me stay away from work for two days like they let me go home a few hours early during graduations. This is almost worse than my apparent sense of entitlement right now. Ahem. :)

Oops, I wrote about it. :)

Just...isn't he the cutest little boy EVER? * sigh *

Are you shaking your head at my seeming lack of direction right now? Sorry. Trust me. The good posts are always spaced out by the random ones. I'll come around again as soon as my brain can function on a normal human level. Pray it's soon.

Side note: I'm grateful for EFY polos today because it meant I didn't have to think about what to wear this morning. I guess that's a perk of the job...if you call having 20+ colored polos as an option a "perk." :) One less decision DeeAura had to make today.