Saturday Is A Special Day

I am so tired from this weekend. Not enough sleep, and lots of running around, but still fun.

On Saturday morning, Ariel and I went to an elementary school a couple blocks away from our high school to volunteer with the town's annual Oatmeal Festival. There's a 5K race, a health fair, a blood drive and a breakfast. My high school's National Honor Society always helps with the breakfast, which has muffins, pancakes, oatmeal and the world's largest topping bar. I kid you not.

I got put on directing people to pancakes duty, and must have said "There are muffins and pancakes on both tables" or some variant of that at least a thousand times. Then I loaded up my oatmeal with fresh fruit (my favorite part of the festival) and downed some soymilk (my other favorite part). After that, I handed out oatmeal to people with some city councilman, who gave me his entire life story.

After the Oatmeal Festival, my mom and I headed off to a coffee shop way far away to meet with a representative from Baylor University. We talked about scholarships and student life and programs, and he also informed me that I would be getting an acceptance letter in the mail. So apparently they were going to tell me that they accepted me. Now I just have to watch for the letter.

I hate coffee shops. The idea of food, drinks, lounging, wifi and socializing is a great one. But I cannot stand the smell of coffee. But the Baylor guy did buy me a hot chocolate, which was nice, and helped with the coffee smell.

After the meeting with the Baylor guy, I returned home and readied myself and Ariel for a church dance. We dressed up nicely and I curled our hair, which turned out very nicely. Then my GPS took me to the dance by way of Australia, I told Ariel that I kind of have a crush on Aladdin, and we finally arrived, and the boy drama commenced.

At the dance, we found Mr. Bingley. No, Mr. Bingley is not his real name, but I've decided that any boy that I have romantic history with will get a code name on here. My romantic history with Mr. Bingley is that we hated each other when he first moved into my ward at church, then he started liking me, but I didn't like him back until the fall of my junior year. We liked each other for a few months, but haven't since junior year. We're now good friends with nothing romantic between us (thank goodness).

Anyway, we ran into Mr. Bingley, and hung out with him for a while, but I was quite antsy for Aladdin to get there. Before he could, though, his sister came up to me and gave me very unexpected tight hug and hold me that she was so happy for me/us. I responded that I was too, trying not to show how startled I was.

Then I had to explain to my sister that Aladdin liked me back. I think I got indignantly whacked a couple of times, but I definitely deserved it. A swing dance came on, and Mr. Bingley and I, who are swing dancing partners, had an awesome time dancing to it. Afterwards, two girls I had never met before asked if Mr. Bingley was my boyfriend and when I told them that he wasn't, they informed me that we would make a cute couple. I thanked them and walked away.

Aladdin showed up to the dance, and I mostly hung out with him, Ariel and Mr. Bingley. This is where the mental chorus of "awkward baby!" started playing in my head. Mr. Bingley noticed that Aladdin and I like each other, since subtlety is definitely both of our strong points.

After that, the dance ended, and I fell asleep very quickly at home.