If I can imagine a guy having dinner at my grandparents’ house along with the rest of the Bruestle family — sitting next to me at the dining room table and sneaking the occasional sideways glance or smirk because of what my aunt or uncle just said — he’s golden. And should he join in on the bathroom humor, well, I guess that’s a bonus.

“Sometimes things fall apart in order for other things to fall in place.” -Mira Kirshenbaum

Hated the freckles on my skin. You kissed them all and helped me to begin again.

It hit me the other night that for the past week I’ve accidentally referred to a co-worker of mine as Charlene instead of Colleen. I’m not sure if I did that to her face, but still. That’s bad. That’s embarrassing. That’s bad. I said that.

My sister has a pet bunny. I went to the Pet-Pourri shop (which coincidentally sells pets and potpourri, among other things) in Everett with Kelsey and her boyfriend Jay on Friday night. She bought the only male Mini Rex. It is white with light brown ears and a spattering of asymmetrical spots on its face, also in light brown. He is about four months old and very small for a rabbit. She called him Cooper. (I wanted Patrick.) He will from this day forward be known as Cooper the Pooper.

I heart The Daily.

I went and saw the Rascal Flats in concert at the Tacoma Dome last night. It was great! I’d never been to the T-Dome before, so that was cool. It was very big and very loud. My ears were ringing for hours afterwards. Who ever said louder is better, anyway? The next concert I go to, I’m bringing ear plugs. It’s what the music critics do.

Observation: When a guy likes a girl, he’ll find an excuse to touch her. More often than not, that excuse is in the form of a high-five. Yes, yes. Admit it. I’ve had my fair share of high-fives, guys. And it’s about the only occasion I do get high-fives.

No more monkeys.

I want to go to Europe someday. You know, hit all the big countries: France, Spain, Italy, Germany, Poland, Greece. (Forget Percy at the moment: I like being a tourist. Even in Seattle!) And the Netherlands. I think it’s fitting to someday visit Sweden because my grandparents (Bruestle) are half Swedish. I love listening to my grandma tell stories about her family because she’ll do the dialog in a Swedish accent.

“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had.” -Unknown

Porn isn’t as shocking as you’d expect when it’s paired with soothing elevator music.

I stopped in at a secondhand bookstore (Tacoma Book Center) while in Tacoma this weekend to buy a copy of The Green Mile. And the Tacoma Book Center — wow — it is the most amazing secondhand bookstore! I loved it. I couldn’t stop praising it. Seriously. (I told the guy who sold me The Green Mile it was the best I’d ever seen. He said thank you, but didn’t seem too enthusastic.) It was a little like the castle library in Beauty and the Beast, but not as grand. Rows and rows of (perfect) shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. It went on forever. I’d turn a corner and, surprisingly, the rows continued. I had to go to the second floor to find the Stephen King section. The second floor! It’s about the same way I felt when I first went to the Suzzallo library at the UW. lol. I’m just like Belle.

My birthday is in 14 days. I’ll be 22 years old. I’m not sure what I want to do for my birthday. I might try to get some friends together and go to a club. I wouldn’t mind going to The Shark for another ’80’s night. I’m in the mood for dancing and (a little) drinking.