"[John Kerry] wants to run a 'more sensitive war on terror'; as if Al Qaeda will be impressed with our 'softer side'". -Dick Cheney

In the normal world 20-years-old is super young. In Utah, especially Utah Valley, it is prime marrying age.

This would be fine if I wasn't 20-years-old and dateless. I'm told if I just "get out there" I will soon hook me an eternal companion, which is much like unto hooking a trout, I assume. How does one "get out there"? Is there a large gathering of attractive men somewhere that I'm unaware of? Any NYC gay club, yes, but I don't think that's exactly what my mother had picked out for me.

Yesterday my grandmother said, "You're such a pretty lady, Susannah, you need to circulate." Circulate??? What am I, a newspaper? Is that like when you asked me if I had "a steady yet?"? Ok, Grandma, I'll circulate, if only I could figure out how to do that. I guess I could go more places, but what would that do?

I could become the annoying girls I really despise. You know the kind. The ones who perkily talk to every guy in a group, asking "So, what's your major?" about seventy times, laughing like a hyena as if everything the guys say is the funniest thing ever said, throwing themselves at them, making them desserts which they drop off on the guys doorstep, etc. ICK!

Or not.

Or I could just be my normal, quirky self. I'm not blonde, super-perky, or a pastry usher. I can answer nearly any trivia on Lance Bass, recite Mony Python and the Holy Grail, and tell you which pin-striped suit will go best with your checkered shirt and solid tie.
"I like your obsessions; they're what make you My Susie." -Honeyman


I'm sick of having Honeyman as the only guy around me. I get a skewed sense of thinking. I really need to hang around with people who don't find Paris Hilton or Carmen Rasmussen the "perfect girl". Ick.

Hahaha, Deborah just said this:
"You look really pretty. I just keep looking over and thinking, 'She's the prettiest of all of us.' And I keep getting bugged." Hahaha.


I'm going on a blind date this week. No thanks. Annie is setting me up with her husband's friend, Aaron. She said, "He is lonely. I want to see him happy. And I like you, and want to see you happy. So if you guys are happy together, it works out for me." I replied, "Attempting to Kill two birds with one stone there, Anne?"
I told her I won't go if she lets him have false expectations of some leggy blonde. She laughed and said she wouldn't.