Urban Poly Princess

My job is professional and I love that. I can so do this for another week by taking Trax. I was looking at this company cleaning list and Levi Phippens name from my Logan ward was there. Krista really had a thing for him although I never really got that. He has a master degrees in accounting from USU and I thought he was going to end up in New York. He is an analyst at Merrick Bank. He looked great and he was dressed alright too. I used to tease Krista because he started wearing a moustache and he looked like a red neck or white trainer trashy. He was a good home teacher to Kristen Sylvester one of friends in the ward who never really connected to anyone. He was the ward clerk and just a nice guy but the only reason why I talked to him as much as I did was because Krista had a thing for him. It was nice to see a familiar face. I'm glad he's there. George took us to eat. We went to Dennys where I got some sort of burger and a huge chocolate sundae. It was perfect for me after riding Trax because I wanted to see if it would make a significant difference. It did in time and frontrunner it is now.

After working the Midday shift at the temple I went to the library to exchange the dvds I have checked out. This is around 3ish. I saw Cameron my inappropriate midsingle friend I first met at that one fhe. He is a super talented artist. He majored in film during college. He served a mission to Chile but he doesn't have a recommend now. He is very good-looking but he dresses badly and has a kiddie mentality. What I like about Cameron is he is himself first and doesn't care about what anyone thinks. I last saw him at our regional bbq where he was the only person dancing to the music. He made such a horrible 1st impression. Who knew he had all this other stuff going on.

Last night my friend from forever ago Sinia took me to dinner at Chuck o rama. She was worried about her son who was pulled over and charged with driving without insurance. He had insurance just not the proof on him. He is 6 "3 and built. Nia told me anywhere in yummy Utah he's been pulled over for nothing. He was taken to jail. Who puts someone in jail for that? At dinner Nia kept calling to find Keni. I told her not to worry because I was sure he would call if he was still in jail. She said she hoped I was right. This morning at 6am Nia called me in tears telling me the police beat Keni up. Of course she is livid. We talked about the NAACP last night and she wanted me to text her the acronym. I felt so horrible. I feel like sharing this with my friend Darci who thinks white privilege doesn't exist. I'm sure no one assumes just by looking at her she is a gang member. I wasn't thrown in jail when I was caught driving without insurance and I really didn't have it unlike Keni who just didn't have the proof on him. Every time things like this happen to me and my close friends I can't help but think it is just my reality. I can't help but wonder if I was a white girl with the same credentials if I would've been employed a long time ago. I can't help it. It is my reality. As long as people see my name without meeting me they will be filled with assumptions about me before and if they actually decide to meet me.

I'm going to help Cameron arrange an exhibit. I would've loved to major in art history. I always wanted an art gallery on the side. One of my strange passions. I finished talking to Cameron at 5:30 and I got home after 6. Talking to him made me realize people are much deeper than they may seem at first.