Boy was I grumpy last night!

So, Matt was right. Yesterday was pretty uneventful, at least in comparison to some of the other Wednesday nights we've had. I came to choir almost in tears after a fight with my mom, and I felt close to tears the whole time. On a side note, I hate arguing with my Mom because she's so unreasonable I can't even state a point without being classified as "disrespectful" or "sassy" and threatened with extremely harsh punishments. My residual anger from that fight lingered over into choir, and I'm afraid I didn't make very good company.

Let's see . . . we went to safeway (wow, we have so many interesting times there) and Matt bought a bunch of hygienic products. I love guy's shaving gel, deodorant, ect. It all smells so good!!! I get wonderful visions of being close enough to amazing, clean attractive guys. The sense of smell is very important. For me personally, I get an instant association when I smell something. Sometimes it's a memory of feeling happy/sad/sick and sometimes it's a person or a place or a time. I wonder if guys care as much about that as girls do? I guess I should have asked Matt. Ah well, another time.

Also, Matt told me my hair kind of looked like Susan's (from chronicles of Narnia) and I was pretty pleased. Her hair was awesome! Of course, the real reason why I was happy was because Matt noticed or cared enough to mention it. It made me feel instantly happy, even though I was having a bad night.

After Safeway, we went back to the church and talked about fairly random stuff. We started talking about what gifts of the holy spirit we have been given. It's something I've haven't thought about that deeply before, and I've been thinking about it since we talked.

I brought up how I really liked the duet Matt was doing for districts. The female part is very pretty, and it builds so nicely with the guy's part . . . me gusta. I still kind of wanted to do it, even though Matt thought it would be weird, which it probably would be. I don't know . . . I just have a hard time giving up a good part . . . even if I don't like the baggage. I still think it would have been alright, even if it was odd at first, but I understand where Matt is coming from and it's all for the best. Still, when he told me that I got a little upset, more because of what had happened before then what he said. I just wasn't in good emotional shape last night and what my mom had said was still weighing on my mind. I felt pretty bad afterwards, because I was really unhappy last night and I think I made Matt feel like it was his fault when it really wasn't. So, if he reads this, I'm sorry . . .

Well, I best go pack for CYC. G'night.