So, first off, to accompany this post from a few days ago, about "At The Ballet" from A Chorus Line, there's this video that Rle found. It's a poor quality video with decent sound of the original cast performing the song, and it's incredible to watch. It's also neat to get more intro to the song, and why it happens. WATCH THIS.
Next, an update on my Midsummer Night's Dream life: at the end of rehearsal today, our director goes, "Oh, and I forgot to put it on the schedule for this week, when you're supposed to be off book-" I START TO PANIC INTERNALLY BECAUSE OFF-BOOK THIS WEEKIS NOT A THING- "and it's by Thursday, August 24, which is next Thursday." Okay, still terrifying, but manageable. I might make it. We'll see. And then there's this dream I had the other day that I told Rle about, and she thinks it's the funniest thing in the whole world, so I'm sharing- and because it's written, I get to make it seem really dramatic. Here goes! The dream opens and I'm in this dark, crowded room, music playing, and flashing lights, an almost club-like atmosphere. Everyone is dressed up, semi-formal. I'm with my cousin, Sep, when a cute blonde in a bold pink dress walks by, and he stops her- "Hey, do you think I could buy you something?" She says yes, and begins to walk quickly away, as Sep glances back over his shoulder at me, clearly excited about this girl. I don't think she's all that interested in him, she just wants the food. In the way of dreams, I am suddenly aware that the point of this crowded room is food- if you're a guy, to offer to buy some for a girl, if you're a girl, to hope a guy approaches you. The food could be a meal or dessert, that's not clear to me, but not important. As Sep walks away, I glance around again and become aware that I am with Rle. The two of us are waiting, hoping someone will approach us. Oddly, we're sitting on the ground. Apparently, there are no free tables, and we are too lazy to stand. Suddenly, a boy approaches; nice-looking, blonde, he offers to buy me food, and I accept. We walk over to the food line, waiting to order, I accidentally bump him once, then we get our food. In the way of dreams, I am suddenly aware that I am alone; it didn't work out with me and the boy (whether I thought he was a jerk or he thought I was too awkward, I'll never know). But at least he still bought me food. I begin to make my way back to where I left Rle sitting on the floor, but in our blank floorspace, there is a table with several chairs. Rle is sitting at it, with a boy and food. I joined them, with just my food. And that was the whole dream. Rle thought it was HILARIOUS. I guess it is. The funniest thing for me was retelling it to my sister, with Rle listening again, as I try to explain the concept of this place we were in: "I guess it was like dating, but condensed? The whole point was food, guys to buy it for girls, or girls to get offered... I'm not really sure, but that's what it was." And then my sister just goes, "So like, a bar for Mormons." Yes. That exactly. Nailed it. I guess that's the RandomSauce for today.... We'll see what else I manage to write about later.
So... Summer eats my life. I've been working at the mine Monday to Thursday every week, and every week since the last week of June, we've headed to the next state over to visit family. We drive out Thursday after work, and come bac k Sunday night. It's crazy. We've tie-dyed and played games and stayed up late and had fireworks and birthdays and a mission farewell and watched movies and musicals and had a really good time. Also, I've got two posts in the works, one about a talk I gave in church (in June) and one about a youth fireside from the beginning of this month. I just haven't had time to post. YIKES. However, I have posted in July! Small victories. :) Yeah. August will hopefully be better?
Welp... It's been a while. RandomSauce- I'm gonna dump and catch y'all up. Last Thursday, I went to my old school's graduation, in Podunk. Then Friday, I graduated in Myneton. Saturday, Rle and I had our party- it was great fun, and a whole bunch of people came, Tak included. Sunday, Rip got the Melchizedek priesthood (he leaves for a mission on July 8) and his eagles scout, which was a pretty cool day. Monday, I started work out at one of the mines (there are SEVERAL. I'm not calling this Myneton for nothing.). I have a summer job there... and it's gonna be LONG hours, but it pays great. So, that's cool. Then, and here's the real random story, I came home from work Monday, and our front door was open, because it's SO HOT, and through the screen door, I can hear my little brother and my sister talking, quite enthusiastically. I'm confused as to who they're talking to... I walk in, and I see them, with my mom, taking to... A lumberjack? Some random bearded guy, in a red flannel shirt? Double take, and it's Elder Hayes! He got home from his mission in December, and he's living here in Myneton for the summer, working a job that a family he met on the mission set up for him. So anyway, Hayes (which is what we ended up calling him because first name felt odd and Elder wasn't right either...) served in our ward for about five months, and he's totally best friends with our family (him and Elder Miller together), so he thought he'd stop in. He was probably at our house for like three hours, including dinner. It was great. He's a funny guy, and it was fun to see him. Although I was having a weird moment about it... Like, I thought he was rather attractive when he served in our ward, but missionaries exist in this bubble of untouchableness for me, so I never considered it. Well, Monday, when he was sitting in our living room, he was definitely attractive. WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD. Although I did write a pretty poem about it... It's sort of true, and sort of dramatic: The taste of your name Is unfamiliar on my lips But, darling, I think I like it The smile on your face That easy, cheerful grin Is just how I remembered it The gleam in your eyes As we talk and tell jokes I'm entranced by it And your sure testimony Of the Gospel we live I'm inspired by it So... The taste of your name on my lips- Darling, it's wonderful, and I could get used to it So Monday... It was weird. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, I woke up between 3 and 3:30, caught the bus at 4:15, rode the bus to the mine, arrived at 5:50, began work at 6, got off at 4, got home about 5:45. And I went to sleep at 9 every night. Mine life is rough. But also VERY cool. Thursday night, UncleRo, Cad, Kad, Rip, and Zap came through and spent the night, and we partied and played games. It was lovely! Although, this conversation happened. We were telling them about Hayes visiting, and then-- Cad: Well, did he hit on you? Me: What?? No! Cad: Well, I'm just sayin, elders who go back to their missions... And we laughed it off, and told Cad and everybody else about other missionaries who've served here and come back through... But OHMYGOSH. I felt SO AWKWARD. Awkward enough that I wrote another poem about it. Ahaha AWKWARD 'Scuse me while I laugh "Did he hit on you?" Well, NO But I sorta wish he would have? And super really don't Because, what even. WEIRD But then, I don't know I like him- and his beard I think I'm just overromantic And sort of desperate I just want to find someone To make a real connection But it can wait I don't need that now Although that doesn't change How You caught me off guard, made me laugh And PANIC Ahaha AWKWARD And I hope no one saw that So that basically sums up my life in that area. Hayes really IS attractive, but it's ODD... I don't like it. It somehow just feels odd, but there's totally a part of me that's like, "Yeah, go for it! Summer fling before he goes back to college, before you go on a mission... DO IT." And the other part of me's like, "NO. BAD STUPID IDEA." But nothing will happen anyway, so it's whatever. Friday, I vegged out all day, and then we had a Youth Conference (my last one!) kick-off dinner/game time. Today, we went to an amusement park. Yay Youth Conference! I'll try to post more next week... This week was weird.
