If I Were A rich man...

"...All day long I'd biddy biddy bum/If I were a wealthy man!"

Jessie and Jay got me Fiddler on the Roof for Chirstmas and Dad and I watched the first half of it tonight. I aboslutely love that song. :)

Bloomin' onions from Outback Steakhouse are seriously addictive. And Outback has reeeally cute waiters.

Ya know.. I really do like the boy as a dear friend but I can't honestly say that I know I'd want to marry him. I thoroughly enjoy talking to him... about anything... but that's not everything. Yeah, I think he's good looking and certainly tall enough. But... it really does need time. We do need to build a friendship. I just wish our friends would back off a bit and not be in such a hurry to marry us off. He needs time to grow and we both need time to get a bit more comfortable with each other. He needs to get over his initial crush. And so do I. I think I am. Everytime I have the time to really think about it I realize that while I don't have any specific objections I don't have solid good reasons other than he's a Christian. And I've prolly baffled you, my dear readers, at this point. But if you'll not mind me, I need to think this out a bit somewhere. And tonight that somewhere it here. Yes, I adore him.. but who's to say the adoration will last? I mean... Ar****'s family adored me, but that's ancient heartache and history. Mom seems convinced one of us will break each other's heart. I don't want that to happen and I'm not sure how much of her prediction is cynicism from the arthurian heartache or truth. I certainly don't want it happen. No one wants heartache. But how do I encourage the friendship? I mean... I'm not aware of... I don't know.... I just thoroughly enjoy talking to him and spending time with him. I'm not really aware of "oh my gosh I'm with so-and-so".. I just enjoy myself and sometimes think "whoa.. I'm having this much fun w/a guy..wierd.. I'm just going to enjoy myself and not get wierded out thinking about it." *sigh* I feel terrified sometimes that this road too, shall end in heartache and I sincerely, earnestly, reeeally hope it doesn't. Do I strive too much after happiness that it cannot alight upon me? Am I striving instead of living? I do feel rather stressed lately. But am I stressed because I'm "being bad" or because I'm too worried I might be "behaving" badly? I don't want to "lead him on" but I do want to be his friend. arg... I do love spending time with him. Is that leading him on? I don't really know if it could become something serious. I wish there wasn't the pressure to rush into things. Why can't people be happy to let things grow on their own? I love my other friends but...*sigh*. Well, I obviously think too much. Too bad there aren't garden stakes to jump up out of the ground and whack me for thinking. Then I just might quit for a minute... or I'd start thinking about the garden stakes and why they do that and how I could make them stop and .... yeah I'm doomed (btw.. the garden stake thing is from Hitchhiker's Guide if you were thinking I'd really lost my sanity.) I'm not any better off than when I started this ramble %)....

Welp, I finally got my grades back from AB Tech. It is finished. I shall never take math again unless some momentary lack of sanity overtakes me... I've aced Calculus 2 and I have satisfied any lust for math I've ever had or shall have. My GPA now stands at 3.91 and will stay there for all I care. I'm done with school for awhile.

That's about all I have to say here.. I'm ready to head me off to bed. I love ya'll! G'night or G'day whatever the case may be.