Stuff Keeps Happening.

On Tuesday, my friend Allyson and I drove to BYU with her dad to check out the campus. She's Catholic, but is considering BYU for next year. We met up with my friend Megan, who goes to school there, and ate at the Cannon Center. After that, Megan took us to her dorm in Wyview, where Allyson would probably live. Then we came home and collapsed.

On Wednesday, we took a tour of campus. Then I met up with my friend Erika, who I hadn't seen in two years, and she showed me her dorm in Helaman Halls. It was great to see her! Then we drove back home. Driving is long and rather boring and I cannot stay awake on long road trips.

Today, I went to school. We did a webquest about genocide in Sudan during Roots of Conflict. In European History, we learned about eugenics and ate a lot of food (not related). We learned how to make cake in a microwave during Access, and then had AP administration during lunch. During Stats, we reviewed for tomorrow's test.

Prom drama. On Monday I wasn't going to any prom, and now I may be going to two. One to save Mr. Bingley from an awkward situation, and another to have happy senior memories with girlfriends or something. Which means dress shopping. Crap.

Also, Aladdin and his friend, who I will call the Genie, confuse me. On Sunday, the Genie told me that Aladdin and one of his friends were planning to sneak out of their houses in the night, drive to Wyoming, and cut down a tree, and bring it back to Colorado. Which is many different kinds of illegal. I told the Genie that I thought he should let Aladdin's parents know, and he did. The next day, the Genie told me that Aladdin had completely blown up at him for ratting him out, and that their lifelong-heterosexual-partnership was most likely over forever. But yesterday, Aladdin posted an I-love-you type thing on the Genie's wall on Facebook. So today I asked the Genie about it, and he says that Aladdin's been trying to make it up to him, and that Aladdin apologized and everything.

And I'm jealous. Aladdin never cared about me enough to apologize for anything, or try to regain my favor after he blew up at me. I'm... just sad, I guess, that I wasn't worth anything to him, really. I wish he would have cared enough to say sorry.

And I was watching Sam and Frodo in the Lord of the Rings in the car on Tuesday and Wednesday. Watching the piercing blue eyes grow sad, and desperate, begging the green eyes to help. Watching how Sam never left Frodo. And I kept thinking how I should have done more. I... I failed Aladdin. I should have been more like Sam.

"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise. Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."

I didn't mean to. But I did.

I remember "Song Unsung" by Eden White.