So, if someone asked you, "What did you do this summer?", what would you say? I would say, I played with a whole bunch of Mexican sailors, dealt with more tourists than I ever would have thought possible, and fell in love with a Mormon.

I know. I know. Who'd have thunk it? I certainly would have been the last one to expect this to happen. Whenever I move or go to a new place, I always hope that I will meet someone interesting, but I never actually expect to. And I REALLY don't expect to find someone really, REALLY interesting, like I managed to find this summer, in my little friend Seth. And when I find this interesting person, I don't expect him to be MORMON. But this supposed summer romance managed to spin out of my control, and his control, and take on a life of its own.

And he's probably as equally surprised as me that I'm NOT Mormon and I am that he is. It's kind of a funny situation. I enjoy the irony. The religion thing isn't really a big issue. At least, it doesn't bother me at all. And what's funny is the only reason he left Alaska with any shred of his virtue intact (a small shred, but shred none the less) is because of me, because if it had been up to him, we would have done the deed a long time ago. The fact that he's Mormon doesn't bother me at all, but I worry a bit that my NOT being Mormon is an issue for him. I know it is an issue. I just wonder how big of an issue.

I never intended this whole to thing to get serious, but somehow along the way, it did. What this means in my life right now I don't really know. I really hate the long distance relationship thing. I always scoff at people in long distance relationships, saying baah, they can never make that work. But that's not entirely true. A lot of them don't work, but not all of them fail. I shouldn't just automatically think the worst. And I don't. I'm not really sure where our relationship stands right now. I don't know exactly if we're together, or not, or what, but I do know that we care about each other a lot. Seth already left Alaska about two weeks ago, and it's been a hard two weeks. This whole situation is kind of driving me insane, but there's nothing I can really do about it at the moment.

All I do know is that Seth lives in Salt Lake City, and I live in Yosemite. Oh yea. I got a job working at a lodge in Yosemite for the winter. It's going to be super-sweet. The place looks really cool, the management seems down to earth, and I think it's going to be a really great experience. Maybe I'll learn to snowshoe. Or downhill ski. Or both. Hopefully both. And hey, if anybody wants to go on a trip to Yosemite, come on down!

So I'm glad to have that worked out. Now I just need to work on applying to grad school. Gagh.

At least I'm keeping my life interesting.