to lack luck.

Imagine: a hot summer day, in which a young girl and a young man set out to find books written by the classic writers of Russia. Trying to be frugal, and economically chic, they decide to seek for these books in used book stores.

Lack of Luck begins now.
1. Anderson Books, a used book store just on University Av.
-smaller used book store. {only book found there worth buying? Christmas in 1988.} Also, it was not alphabetized.
2. Second book store, of which I do not know the name, we walked there. In warmth, only to find that it was closed.
-even more unlucky? yes. because one of the books i needed: in the window. blast.
3. Pioneer book. Seemed promising. Nicely sized. Supposedly alphabetized. Found one book very quickly.
Lacking in luck? definitely. Not actually alphabetized. Only could find 1348719057890157 copies of one book. Father and Sons. A book Brett had already found.

we decided, instead, to search for a backpack for a girl such as i. this is a heavy task. 1. i am picky. 2. i don't really know what i want. 3. i haven't had to buy a backpack since 7th/8th grade. needless to say, we did not find it.

well, another luck leaver. (that probably doesnt make sense. sorry, posterity.) we tried to make crepes. (oh yeah, young man and young girl=Kylie, and Brett.) but, i didn't have milk. so we went to the store. but, then my internet didn't work. so i couldnt' get the gluten free recipe. so, it didn't work out.

also, this is up in the air. as mr. belingheri and i were walking, we were talking of haircuts. and, making scissor motions. and this indian/ethnic of some sort man rode his bike by us. and started mimicking our motion, saying: why are you doing that? confusion overwhelmed me. so i gave up trying to understand what he was saying. and i am now giving up trying to describe this day.

good things that happened today: as we strolled down downtown provo, we walked into a lovely restaraunt where i met a marvelous girl named Rachel. I had been carrying my tip money {eighty plus dollars in ones} around in a jar. and she asked, "are you collecting money." sadly, i did not answer, "why, yes. yes, i am collecting money, would you like to donate?" also, we searched an antique {and not-so-antique} store. and there was an entire nook dedicated to doilies. glorious. it has inspired me to only decorate with doilies.

tomorrow: megan christiansen moves down to P-town. i work a double. but! i get off earlier. plus. i am one day closer to my loo moving in. You know, some people [such as Miss Burton] are counting down to their marriage. I count down to my Linda moving in. I don't know why I say "my" as if she were an object to be owned. But,  i feel like if anyone were to be owning her, it would be me. Because she stole my heart. and i'm pretty sure [she better] feel the same way about me.

I will try to be more adventurous. Maybe I can convince my friend to start completing our list of adventurous opportunity.
--Billy.