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Drama, drama, drama. Actually, a lack of. But we'll pretend it was drama.

Just got back from inscape. I love inscape--I really do. (This isn't like the time I kept telling my best friend I was happy that she was getting married but really wasn't happy at all. I wonder how many of my "issues" stem from that experience.) I love inscape, but I'm growing weary of that group. I feel like I'm baby-sitting rather than actually accomplishing things. (Note: This does not apply to Kapka. Kapka is wonderful. She is part of the trinity. She is--in fact--a goddess.)

I was putting the *fingers-crossed* finishing touches on inscape tonight. Next door I can hear my poetry staff not reading or discussing poetry, but talking relationships and phone calls and saying all the asinine things that make me want to leave Provo. It made me sad. I always want to believe that people who are on staff think like I do. And then I realized that no one things like I think--thank heavens.

Sister is yelling on her cellphone. Actually, Sister rarely yells. She just speaks forcefully and with an edge to her voice that is actually blunt and ramming into the lister's head. I try to avoid having this voice used in my direction. It scares me. And then I curl up like a wounded animal waiting for someone to put me out of my misery.

Let's end on a happy note, shall we? My senior year of high school I was an associate editor for the newspaper. It sounds silly now, but it was important then. The staff was split into two staffs after the first term so that we could put out a paper ever two weeks with the staffs leapfrogging each other. I was sneaky and gave Annie all the guys she wanted--seniors--for her staff and "humbly" took most of the juniors for my staff. I knew that the seniors would stop caring and my staff would keep working to the end of the year. (I was right, by the way.) So the point of telling you this. My senior year I had a group of "junior boys." They were wonderful, smart, funny guys who were great to hang out with, wrote well, etc. They were the group who were offended that I hadn't been asked to prom my senior year. And they are the people I really still want to see from high school, with the exception of a handful of people in my own class.

I still haven't gotten to the point, have I? Hmmm. Well, the point is that I saw Callan today, my favorite of the junior boys. I haven't seen him since well before his mission. He just got back. And he's an English major. It was a good seven minutes.