::Green Flashlight::

So... I did make those cartoons the last time I posted, I just didn't finish them with marker until today, and sending them from your phone makes them look awful, but it's the only way I can do it when I'm at work. The date cartoon was such poor quality that I will have to scan it later, for now, my first work cartoon...

Brittany and I went to Rexburg Thursday night and stayed until late on Friday. One of the things that I always like about Latin dancing was that me and Jazmin always got our own corner and danced like crazy with the other insecure girls just waiting for dumb boys to dance with them—Jazmin and I practically never got asked to dance—until I come to visit of course. When I'm visiting—then all these boys asked me and Brittany and Jazmin to dance. Seriously. Three different boys from the very beginning and another later. One of them, a fellow from South Korea, seemed to have the intention of dancing all night with me even after he finally understood that I was leaving and I might never come back—even after my mission...

He seemed like a nice guy. And he had black, Asian hair, which is the bee's knees in my book... I think he would've asked me out if he could have. Don't know whether or not I liked him, because I just wanted to get back to spending time with Jazmin. While we danced I noticed that his nails seemed to be like... manicured... not sure how I feel about that... maybe he just has really sleek nails naturally... Eventually, after four dances he got the vibe that I wanted to go and let me leave at last.

I think Father in Heaven never wanted boys to like me for some reason. Firstly, he gave me a serious case of rosy pimples and shiny, oily skin and hair for all of Jr. High and High School... and bad pimples in college and by then I had developed a pretty bitter attitude about boys because of the ones I worked with... and then I was called to work in the library at the Singles Ward. If there's a calling that's like, this-calling-will-keep-her-from-meeting-anyone-calling—it's being the librarian.

My first interview with President Rogers for my mission he said, “Now, sometimes, when you turn your papers in, a boy will blow in your ear and you'll think your in love. If that happens, we can put your call on hold for six months so you can figure him out.”

Yeah. Not likely. You can look at my not-dating records of the last twenty-one years...

My interview Sunday, he looked at my recommend and said, “Is everything still good? Are you in love? Do you have a boyfriend?” I responded “no” to each of course, but I thought it was funny that the way he said it it made it sound like if I was in love it would not still be “good...”

I was in a three-day comma after I got my call. I didn't want to do anything but sleep, and I did for like ten hours each day. Now I'm just narcoleptic and I fall asleep every-time I sit down. So... although I would like to say I will be better, the truth is, this blog is going to go on hold about the end of June. :(

While in Rexburg, Brittany, Jazmin, and I saw “Rio.” I really enjoyed the music, and here's one of my favorite scenes/songs: