Sunday, Sept 22

Today we had "the talk" in Young Women's again. You know-- the lesson wherein they describe how you should never stop a car in a parking lot with a boy. And how if you do, you should leave your seat belt on.

Excuse me for thinking this, but... I mean, isn't there plenty of trouble you can get into with a seatbelt on? And for that matter-- what kind of trouble are you more likely to get into in a car that you wouldn't just as easily get into, say, in a janitorial closet? (I'm only using this as an example). Or a deserted field. Or the girl's bathroom. I mean, seriously.

So I have resolved to never be alone with a boy, ever.

Until I turn sixteen.

Sigh. I think I'm going to ask my mom to give me mace for my sixteenth birthday.