Tricky Trisha

So today I am using my post to come clean about some things. They are things that I am sure some of you know. They are things from my past. They are things I am partially ashamed to admit and partially intensely proud of.

When I was younger I did many questionable things. I lied a lot. I manipulated when I should not have. For example, as a child I absolutely adored my brother Bruce. He was my favorite person. I always wanted to play with him. There were no girls my age in the neighborhood. in fact, there was no children my age in the neighborhood. Everyone was either a couple years younger or older than I. Naturally, Bruce wanted to play with the boys his age. The main one of these boys was Cody. Cody had a trampoline and good food. His Grandma always gave him really good snacks and they also had cable. Cody was living the dream. I wanted in. However, more than this... I wanted to play with Bruce. He, being a normal boy, always picked the delicious world of Cody rather than his boring, normal sister's. I was very put out. There were many times that I would go over to Cody's house and lie through my teeth to his Grandma that Bruce had to come home. She knew I was lying. I knew she knew I was lying. She would question me and give me dirty looks. I would continue to convince Bruce that Mom needed him desperately for something. He would come home and get sucked into playing with me. The poor boy. He was too sweet to get mad and beat the crap out of me (he couldn't have done it anyway. We must recall that he was an obscenely small child until he was stung by that bee.) I have never thanked Bruce for putting up with my insane jealousy in our youth. Perhaps I should.

The second thing I would like to admit is something mean that I did to my best lezzie mates from grade-school, Nikki and Micquel. You know that I did this to you and said you don't mind... but I still feel kind of evil for it. As young gullible girls in the fifth grade (I am just taking a stab here. Maybe it was earlier) I convinced them that I had a disorder that caused me to pass out at random times. Conveniently it only happened during recess. And usually right when the bell rang or the teachers blew their whistles. I would collapse and shut my eyes tight. Nikki and Micquel would then proceed to try to wake me up. Once realizing that I would not come to and that we all had to be back in a matter of minutes they would carry/drag me back to the school where I would miraculously wake up and be just fine to walk into class. It was very sweet of them. I thought I was very very clever for conning my two best pals into carrying me around everywhere. I thought that they had no idea that I was taking advantage of them. I was obviously an idiot. And not only that, I was a selfish idiot.

I sometimes look back on these experiences and cringe. At other times I laugh uncontrollably when I realize just how devious I was as a youngin'. I hope that now that they are out in the open I can move on in my life and no longer wonder what deep psychological effect this behavior has had on my loved ones.

My 4th O' July

Hey Hey party people. What in the world did I just say? Something that is not good. I figure it is time for a new post. And so here it is. I am going to tell you all about my fabulous July 3rd/4th. So last night I went and camped out on 750 E. and Center St. with the knowledge that I would be walking to work in the morning. I ignored the obvious problems with this plan (namely that I would have to walk 20 blocks on a parade route--not a good idea) and went. We stayed up late and played card mash and mostly I talked on the phone with Stephen. In fact, we talked until my phone died at 4:50 am. I was very distraught (naturally) when this happened and nearly walked home by myself at that very moment to get to my charger. I then realized that this may not have been the best idea. So I slept for an hour and then made a run for it at 6:00. I walked as fast as I could carrying my bag and sleeping bag. I also had to go to the bathroom. This realization hit me after I walked past all businesses and port-a-potties. I was on the verge of explosion when I got home. I went to the door. It was locked. So I frantically dug into my bag and grabbed my house keys. I unlocked the deadbolt and dashed for the bathroom. Ah, sweet release. I was sweating like mad from my little marathon and was tired and starving and my stomach hurt really bad from holding it in the whole time I was traveling. I charged my phone and took a little nap before work. It was awesome. I am afraid I confused Debbie and Ali with my early morning departure. Just know that I am absolutely in love and obsessed with someone so my insanity could not be helped. It is part of the package. That is really all I have to say on the subject.
This is what I looked like whilst running through the streets of Provo this morning. have pity.