Kyoo 11

There is a boy in my ward with a really long name that he's really proud of. Most of you will know who I'm talking about. And you'll know how I feel about him. I laugh. I really try not to because it's rude and everyone is entitled to their differences. But, is it really that wrong that I find mild humor in someone's mannerisms? I'm okay with people laughing at me (within reasonable limits).

However, he just introduced himself to me for the fourth time this semester like it was the first time we'd met and yes, I got to hear all five names roll off his tongue like he rehearses it in the shower periodically.

"Yes, [insert really long, lyrical name here], we've met before. We actually go to church together and you've been over to see my roommates numerous times. I commented on your bright orange shoes, observed your dancing at Latin night, and refused to hang out at your house one evening because I had other plans."

Do I have to hear the name every time?

But then, this time, he asks me what I'm studying. You'd think that a polar bear had just shown up wearing a bikini with the reaction I got when I replied, "Information Systems". I won't form any speculations (okay, you're right, they're formed, but I won't typographically verbalize them) but I think we have two very different opinions on the world.

I'm not mad, I just thought it was funny. He's funny. That's all.

I should never go to the library at night and try to get work done because I run into too many people that I know and I just get distracted. Jammin was here and Tyler (Snickers, I did a pretty stylish double-take when I realized that I was actually seeing him in the flesh, in the library.) and Tanner. Boys, boys, boys. I need to focus.

But they make life fun. Only three hours to go on my literature project and one on my programming project! I'll be in bed by 3am!

Have a great day :)