Nice and nice. (Editted)

An ordinary day. At 2:45, we take the mail out. I've never taken the mail out with GPL before, so today I did. The truck was late (normal), so we started to talk about secret things. The irony of our secrets is out in the dock area it's super loud, so in order to have a conversation we have to practically yell. So there we were, standing by our mail bins and yelling secrets. But somehow no one else could hear us. Very much a had-to-be-there experience to understand. While we were deep in conversation, he looked me square in the face and said, "...so do you like anyone? Besides ________..." I was kind of surprised by that question, believe it or not. I haven't talked like this with someone in ages. Maybe since the last time I saw Marley or Morgan, which was far too long ago (Come back, ladies). I had to take a few seconds to wrack my brain of all the "possibly pursued," but half a moment into that pondering, I already knew I knew the answer.

"Nope."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"Hmmmm."

We were quiet. Not awkwardly quiet, just comfortably content with momentary silence. And I was.

Then a big question followed: "If_________ [the circumstances permitted], do you think you be more than 'just friends?'" Wow, he was really drilling me today.
"Honestly? I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Because I ________________..."

And that, my friends, is called a cliff hanger. I can't give away every detail of my life, right?

In other news, I was almost crushed to death by a rogue elevator door the other day. Not an exaggeration, either. I'm convinced it's punishment for taking the elevator still, since I'm pretty much healed.

I started dancing around my house again. Which is HUGE. I mean, I still can't do much, but it's progress.

Someone asked me if I would give them a piggy-back ride to the Smoot building because it was her birthday. I hope it was one of those social experiments being secretly recorded because the look on her face when I responded was priceless. I simply pulled up my pant-leg to reveal my ankle brace and said, "Uh... I just had surgery on my ankle. I can barely walk by myself let alone carry you on my back. Also, I'm going to be late to class." Ok, so I was a little nicer than that in real life, but seriously? Only at BYU would that ever happen. Weirdies.

I hope you enjoy reading this. I enjoy writing it, even if no one actually reads this, and I'm just blogging to myself. That's cool too.

Enjoy the sunshine.