Hypaethral

Two reasons why I'm blogging: One - I love to blog and so yeah... Two - I haven't blogged in a bajillion days and February is coming and my mom takes excerpts from my blog for the family newsletter... So I need to get her some new material. You may have seen my previous about me posts if not, here's just a bunch of random things about me that are popping into my head right now. Ready, set, go. I'm high speed. I like to do things fast and forcefully. I never knew what to call it until I joined the Army ROTC though. My squad members called me high speed. I don't like sitting with my back to doors. I don't know what it is, but it makes me nervous. I need to be able to see all entries to the room I'm in or else I feel really uncomfortable. Yeah... paranoid, I know. I have bad, bad knees that hurt when I use stairs. They don't hurt enough to make me limp all of the time, but they hurt enough that occasionally I use the elevator for changes of only on...

So since I think I'm awesome and entertaining, I just read a bunch of old blog posts and do you know what I discovered? My writing has become dry and dull. Not only that, but I've become more self righteous and conceited! Also, I've become much more serious. I'm gonna work on changing that so I can reread these posts in the future and have as good of a time as I did tonight. Also, I'll try to be as honest as I used to be, but less depressing. I was an emo blogger! Maybe my next post will be a blast from the past post with some highlights. Yeah... Anyway, good night world. Wednesday is over and Thursday is waiting to begin.

So a friend of mine told me to come over to his place and have a study party with him. Since I really like this friend (yes children, like-like) I was excited to spend any time with him. Well, not long into our studies he asked me if I would be offended if he went and helped another friend with a project of hers. The old Whitney would have complained and made him feel guilty and rude for even suggesting such a thing. The new Whitney however simply said, "No, that's fine," and packed up her bag and left. Sure I was a little bummed. Sure I'm jealous that he's going to spend time with another girl (even if he's not interested in either of us... irrational, feeling that way. No?). But it doesn't matter. Whatever my response, my friend would still have wanted to go and help her. My taking offense and making a big stink about it may have made him stay with me, but it wouldn't have made him like me anymore or improve our friendship in any way. In fac...

So this is the excuse I'm going to use for my absence even though it doesn't hold much water. (That's a saying, right? I dunno... I'm a little rusty on my idioms probably because I make up so many and I forget which are real...) Our internet has been on the fritz! I've had to reset the blasted router at least ten times in the past week. It's ridiculous. Anyway, I was going to blog about how much I hate texting, and I may still do that in a later post, but for this post I will just update you on a few things in my life. (Not that many of you care, but it's my blog so if you don't like it then go eat your lunch somewhere else! (fake/made up idiom)) Updates: Elder Humes has been out for over seven months! Amazing right? Also, he wrote me off about a month ago. He told me that we shouldn't write anymore. I was sad. The next day I got another letter that said he didn't know if that was the right thing. Finally we decided that we're still ...