I recieved my first marriage proposal this week.
Granted, it was by my brother’s 17-year-old best friend (Brad) … which I’m pretty sure would qualify me for the phrase “robbing the cradle,” and may even be illegal. It went somthing like this:
Lindsay: Journey is one of the greatest bands EVER.
Brad: Will you marry me?
Lindsay: *laughs*
Brad: No seriously, will you?
If they weren’t already, Journey is now officially my life band. Good times.
I have to say, I have never seen a group of people more excited about not being able to park close to their destination. This week, ground was broken in front of Calvary Baptist Church for a much-needed and desired parking lot.
The days of walking over unstable gravel in high heels (oh, who am I kidding?) are soon over. Real parking places will replace the make-believe places we created each week. It’s going to be so rad.
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot!
Baylor Girl, I can appreciate the fact that you have a boyfriend. I can appreciate the fact that you’re in love. I can even deal with multiple uses of the term “blessed” when referring to said boyfriend.
However, I do not appreciate the fact that you have given up your identity to be with that boyfriend. I do not appreciate that all conversations lead to information about that boyfriend or what he thinks, because you know what? I don’t really want to know.
And here’s the final thing. I realize that facebook is borderline juvenile (ok, maybe a little past borderline … do you remember that 80’s song that talked about the borderline? But I digress), but that doesn’t mean that you should lower yourself to that juvenile state to tell me how “blessed” you are to have such an “awesome” boyfriend, etc. Cause guess what? Most of those people end up breaking up. It’s the truth. You could do a study on it.
I’m not saying this applies to everyone. In fact, I know a couple of girls that want the world to know they’ve finally found true love (and these girls aren’t 19 … they’ve actually experienced life), and a good way to let people know is via the internet – namely facebook.
So ladies, get a grip. It may sound like I’m bitter, but I say if you’re having to use facebook (or any other internet resource) to convince yourself and other people that you’re in love … don’t expect it to last.
I’m just sayin’.
You can only type one word per answer, NO EXPLANATIONS.
1. Yourself: wanting
2. Your girlfriend/boyfriend: nonexistant
3. Your Hair: unclean
4. Your Mother: nuts
5. Your Father: sleeping
6. Your Favorite Item: sweatshirt
7. Your Dream Last Night: forgettable
8. Your Favorite Drink: fizzy
9. Your Dream Home: abroad
10. The Room You Are In: office
11. Your Pet: Buddy
12. Your fear: rejection
13. Where you want to be in ten years: elsewhere
14. Who you hung out with last nite: parents
15. What You’re Not: typical
16. Your Best Friend: TKS
17. One of Your Wish list Items: house
18. Your Gender: hormonal
19. The Last Thing You Did: ate
20. What You Are Wearing: pajamas
21. Your Favorite Weather: cold
22. Your Favorite Book: classic
23. The Last Thing You Ate: cake
24. Your Life: fluid
25. Your Mood: contemplative
26. The last person you talked to on text messaging: Robert
27. Who are you thinking about right now: nobody
