i was his kryptonite.

sometimes...

...i accidentally buy waterproof mascara and have to remove it later that night with a vegetable oil-soaked cotton ball.

...i keep a kleenex in the sleeve of my cardigan like my old high school choir director.

...i feel like going to bed at 7:44pm.

...i have weirddddd dreams that thoroughly freak me out the next morning [this one involved a polygamist, a divorce filing, and a superhero who couldn't look at me or else he would die].

...testimony meeting has a theme of "let's all tell mission stories!' [or, as i like to call it, "maybe if i tell a story about how awesome i was as a missionary, that cute girl will be impressed!"].

...i mess up whilst playing piano for sacrament meeting and don't care at all [although most of the time i do care].

...i'm thankful for waterproof mascara when i've had a weekend like this one.