Squaw calling O Knight

He calls me squaw. I should never have said that word, because now he thinks it is the funniest thing ever. He sometimes calls me squaw. I said that I needed something to call him in response. I finally came up with, "how about a very sarcastic 'O Knight?'" It is not that great, but I like it, especially with the "very sarcastic" part. I'm tired of playing nobility-and-indians, though. How about we play princess and squire? Or, Queen and Count? Or, Empress and king? Or, Goddess and acolyte? These are all proportionally appropriate for us.

I told him I haven't written his name in my journal yet. He really really doesn't understand the significance of that. I said, "I'm tired of writing the names of boys who don't make it.... I don't think you are going to make it." He was like, "I don't understand. It's fine with me that I'm not in your journal." Poor little boy.

I had the strongest feeling today to say, "You are a waste of my time. I don't want to see you until you are ready to court me." Smile. Then, I would smile. I would smile, turn on my pretty little heel, and waltz away.

But I'm afraid that I would never see him again.

And I kinda care sometimes about seeing him again.

He really is a waste of my time, though. Today he asked if we were going to Devotional, because we always go together. I said.... NO. I told him I was irritated with him. "How come?" "Because I'm thinking about some of the things you said yesterday, and they are irritants to me right now." "Ya, I'm sorry about that."

Crap on this freaking Norwegian. I am tired. At least honesty is rearing her great head now. With that whole squaw-knight conversation I just had with myself: I posted it on Facebook. He wants honesty? He will GETTT honesty. He'll choke on it.

Just like I choke on it. How cute. We will stay proud, narrow-minded, and lonely forever.Together.