Thaidakar the Ghostblood

*blinks*

*blinks again*

I just remembered something from the last dance I went to-

Idk how it took me this long to remember it.

My gosh-

Storytime.

Basically, some friend of a girl in my church ward gave me this sticker that may or may not have (I'm still unsure) been kissed by like 30 people and told me to keep it. Weird, right? I thought so. She told me to keep it until she would come get it and I was like "Urm- okay then- If this is the one that was kissed, I'm tossing it away" and then continued dancing along like there was no tomorrow to whatever song it was playing. So I put it in my pocket and continued as is for a good while.

Theeeeeeeeeen I was walking around the hallway and she and her friends were there and she was like "Oh, hey! The person I gave the sticker to! Do you still have it?" I raised it up and she was like "Nice." I said, "Do you want it back?" I handed it to her, but she gave it back to me and was like "Oh, you can keep it-" (somewhere around here the girl from my ward was like "Oh, that's [name], he's in my ward.") and she also was like "You can keep it in that pocket" she pointed at a pocket riiiiiiight above my heart. I was raising my eyebrow now, looking confused, as y'all might imagine.

That was just when one her friends was like "Isn't that the that everyone kissed?"

Sooooo... I stayed true to my word and tossed it to the side, walking away, saying "Welp, I said I would do it..." or something like that. She seemed frustrated, but I hardly know who the heck she is and I was and am still confused on what the point of it all was-

Moral of the story: Women are confusing. Or, as Matt Meese would say, "Women be crazy." 

Anyways- I'm almost done with the Missing Prince, book four of Royal Ranger, and I must say I'm not impressed. I'm sick of the nostalgia bait, the lack of character arcs and the lack of good dialogue.