my name is kailey, and i'm a party pooper.

first!
i have incredible news.
(calm down, no, i am not engaged.)
however, this is pretty exciting.
denver made a blog.
check it out: http://sarcasticadvicefromtheheart.blogspot.com/
basically, it's great, and the world is a better place because of it.

anyway. moving on.
i hate games. ok? i hate them. they give me such ridiculous anxiety (which may or may not be due to the fact that i always have to win, but you didn't hear that from me.)
what sick freak decided that games should be used as a means fun and entertainment?! because, no.

if you have never played "baby if you love me", here's what goes down. someone stands in the middle of a circle, and tries to make members of the circle smile by saying "baby if you love me, would you please smile?" they then proceed to go to extreme and ridiculous measures to try and get you to crack a smile.

1. i rock this game. (i dont think people realize: my whole high school experience basically consisted of not smiling.) (for real though, thank heavens i'm outta that torturous place.)
2. the problem with being so good at this game, is that people see it as a challenge. "oooh. kailey won't smile? let's invade her personal space in hopes of changing that." 
• for the record that was a major fail on their end.
• i have a very strong personal bubble, and more often than not, visitors are not welcome.
• props to my roommate who was the only other player who didn't smile.

look.
i'm sorry, but i completely accept the fact that: i am a party pooper, and i hatehatehate games.

but you know what i dont hate? when cute little old men in your ward give talks that go something like this:

"men, i challenge you to go on tons of dates, and get to know all of the lovely young ladies in the ward. even if you maybe dont find them attractive... get to know them, they might just surprise you! give them all a chance!" 

can i get an amen!?

thank you, adorable old man...you've just given me, and all the other socially awkward girls in the lovely ysa 128th ward a chance. (but, seriously, someone send this guy a gift basket.)

guys. the thor situation is getting worse.

kaileys idea: if we have a problem with each other, let's just be honest about it! (a little out there, i know.)

roommates idea: if we have a problem with each other, let's write an anonymous note....and sign it: from, thor!

heaven, help me.

so, in hopes that once you see this mighty god of the thunder, you will be more desirous to obtain it, here's a picture of the (not so little) guy:

**my offer still stands. if you steal him, you walk away clean, no questions asked, no charges pressed.
***i'm begging.  

hey. let's throw in some random shout outs.

hannah and denver: good luck moving out this week! 

denver(again): thanks for making a blog, pal! the happiness in my life basically doubled because of it.

jon: i'm so glad you think my blog is great. 

dad: thanks for the smoothie and new sweater!

mom: thanks for bringing me my keys...sorry about that.

megan: i have nothing special to say...but i know you read my blog, so, you get a shout out too.

cyn: hopefully this post makes you as happy as my other ones have.

keep being your lovely little selves.
sincerely,
thor.

****just kidding! this message was all me. thor had nothing to do with it because thor is an inanimate object(!!!) and he doesn't write notes, nor should he be depended upon to fix problems between roommates.
just saying.