Winning.

Okay, I admit it. I really like beating the Aggies.

There, I said it. Moving on.

So, I realized today (I know, a little late) that my computer won't be able to handle Skyrim. Craaaaaaaaaaaap. I'm kind of freaking out.
If you don't know me, then... yeah. But if you do, you understand that Skyrim is a BIG DEAL. Like, super huge.
Right now, I kid you not, I am looking at new computers.

Rasmus.

You know how sometimes, you don't listen to a band for a really long time, and then you think, "Man, I'd like to listen to that band again!" and you do, and it's FREAKING AMAZING? Yeah, that just happened. Only in the middle, there was some freaking out because The Rasmus had disappeared from my iTunes library. Don't worry, after some digging, I found them! My computer has so much crap on it. It's ridiculous.
Anyway, The Rasmus and The Classic Crime were like the soundtrack of my commutes to and from work (all, like, ten minutes, SO grown up right?) the summer after I graduated from high school. And I'm not sure I've listened to The Rasmus since then, which is ridiculous, because they're super good, even though their lead singer is WEIRD LOOKING.

It's the hair/feathers...
Anyway, I love them. And I'm so happy I have them back.
Why are Finnish bands so amazing? (Nightwish, anyone? Anette is a GODDESS.)

I am so impatient. I need to stop. It hasn't even been a week, and I am dying to address the second-date issue with the guy who took me to the Cocoa Bean. (I do NOT want to call him Cupcake Boy...) But, after polling the roommates and the visiting teachers, I have decided that I should definitely wait until after this weekend. Which is difficult for me. Call me unorthodox, or forward, or WHATEVER, but I'd rather just broach the subject, discuss it, and get it over with. Some people think the uncertainty is 'fun,' and sometimes I agree, but generally speaking, I can't handle it. I think I'd be a little more okay with this if I had gotten 'the vibe,' but I didn't get it, and I have to admit that that freaks me out a little bit. Or rather just makes me think that there is not likely to be a second date. But I find that so odd, because I feel like the date itself went super great. It was only until afterwards that I had any doubts of a second date. It's not like I was like, "oh my gosh, I'm gonna date this guy!" on the first date, but I had such a great time (and I had assumed from the park continuation that he was having a great time too) that I figured there would almost certainly be a second date. Ugh, I just don't know. I sit there and think about how I should've shut my mouth, and let him talk more, or whatever, and I hash and re-hash, and it's driving me crazy.

But honestly, I have a two-date policy. I feel like interest, or disinterest, cannot be established after a single date. People are generally on a little bit of their best behavior on a first date, and there's some uncertainty as to how the date will pan out. A more generic activity is usually chosen, so as to gauge adaptability, and also not to scare away either party. But unless things go completely TERRIBLY, and/or someone attempts to murder and/or rape their date, romantic interest cannot really be very well determined. (In my opinion.) If the first date goes extremely well, and you're fairly certain that you're going to end up dating this individual for an extended period of time, the second date generally serves to solidify this feeling. Or perhaps reveal that the first date was in fact a fluke, and all of the things you had in common on the first date are actually the ONLY things you have in common. If the first date goes decently well, the second date will either tell if there's more interest (if you continue to have a good time and/or great conversation) or if there isn't. If the first date goes... meh... but you have a good time on the second date, aren't you glad you didn't just give up? Or if you have a meh time on the second date, at least now you KNOW. Plus, I think it takes a good deal of courage to ask someone on a first date, and if you shut someone down after the first date, then they may lose their courage to ask on any first dates, because what's the point if that's all you're gonna get?
I obviously have super strong opinions on this.

Can you understand that dating drives me crazy? Especially at BYU?

On a side note, I pulled the prank. It resulted in my falling flat on my bum (REALLY HARD) while running to Kiwanis Park, and David (yeah, I pulled a prank on David, I couldn't resist, and I figured he'd be good-natured about it) and I having a smartphone lightsaber fight. (Smartphone is a word, but lightsaber gets underlined in red by spell check? Whaaaaaat?) He handled it pretty well, mostly because I'm fairly certain he mostly figured it out before. But yeah. He laughed.

Messin'.

Okay, I'm seriously a terrible person.

But, a la David on Bryce, I am playing a prank on someone.

And keeping it a secret is KILLING ME.

Anyway, today was good. Sleeping in. (10am is sleeping in, grosssssss.) J-Dawgs with my brother from another mother T-Torg. Glee. Oh, yeah, school in there somewhere too.

I have mosquito bites on my legs from my date in the park. (You know, I realized that reading this blog, you must think I'm a freakin' dating machine. But three dates in a month after an eight-month drought... not my idea of a dating machine.)

And my car stereo is still wounded...

Last night I was so tempted to blog at midnight because I was going completely stir crazy (I have this thing against posting more than once a 'day'). I wanted to ski or rock climb or goof off or SOMETHING and I just could not even take it in. In fact, I'm still going slightly crazy. Going climbing with Cynth on Saturday, and I seriously cannot even hold in my excitement.

I am seriously an addict.

"Roomies."

I freakin' hate that word. It's one of those super tacky words that people use all the time. It BOTHERS ME. And I know it shouldn't.

You know what else bothers me? Facebook relationship statuses. Other than 'married' or 'engaged' I think they are even tackier than the word ROOMIE. But I hate not knowing if a guy is dateable or not............

Okay, moving right along. Did I tell you about Mr. How I Met Your Mother? He's a friend of my coworker (the same one who gave me the 'ask and ye shall receive' tidbit) who came in the other Wednesday, and we ended up talking pop culture for like, an hour and a half. Avatar, Firefly, Community, Robot Chicken Star Wars, Skyrim, Halo, and WOW were all discussed, among other things. Anyway, I wasn't flirtatious or anything, but it was one of those things where I was like, 'I think to this guy I might seem like the trifecta... so why didn't he ask for my number... or something?' But of course, because he's a guy, and I'm intimidating, he didn't. 

Fast forward to today at work. I think Ben may have mentioned something to Himym, (I had expressed a, 'Seriously, why don't guys like that fall at my feet? Do they think girls like me exist in great supply?' to him. That sounds REEEEEALLY arrogant, but I think I can confidently say that I am not ugly, and I'm definitely a nerd, so... what more do they want?!) because in he walks. I showed him my freakin' awesome shirt ("Also, I can kill you with my brain") and we chatted for a bit. And then he said, "What are you doing on Friday?" Oh my gosh, am I getting asked on a date? "Um... I dunno... school/work/football..." "Do you want to go to Red Robin?" Holy crap. Yes, I am. "Yeah!" Because let's be honest, who doesn't like getting asked out by a guy she can be a total nerd around? I'm not saying that this kid is my soulmate, but I miss having someone to geek out over video games and Star Wars and Lord of the Rings with. I have a feeling that this date is going to consist of the nerdiest conversation I have ever had, and I am thrilled.

I love being a nerd.

And not this kind of nerd -

She is not a real nerd. Or at least, I highly doubt it. Putting on big glasses does not make you a 'nerd'.

THIS kind of nerd -

Because she probably spent a ton of time making that freaking incredible Zelda costume.

Cupcakes.

So, I wrote this really long post about this awesome date I went on last night, and then Blogger decided to be poop.
GRRRRRR.
Let me sum up.
Me + cute guy in my ward + cupcakes + crazy swing = goodness.

I should know better than to blog about good first dates... I don't want to jinx this.

Because I'm really hoping for a second date.

Glee.

Okay, so, I have this guilty pleasure. You might have heard of it, it's this tv show called


Yeah. I know. It's ridiculous. But I can't get enough of it!!
Tonight was the premiere of season 3. It seems crazy that it's 'Senior Year' and all that. But this show is just so darn clever. Aside from the great music, there are moments that just make me laugh until my eyes water. Sometimes it's probably not on purpose, I just laugh because show choir just makes me laugh, but sometimes it is. Like when Sue was trying to figure out what she should be against in her campaign for Congress and Becky said, "What about toast? Bread's already been baked, why do you need to bake it again?" BAHAHAHAHAHA I laughed so hard. I don't even know why. I think because toast is something so unobtrusive, and maybe because I never really thought about it before, but toast really doesn't make sense. I mean, why do we bake it again? Food for thought... (Pun intended.)
Other than making me laugh, this show is cute. I will admit that Kurt and Blaine's relationship actually totally creeps me out, but if I look past the fact that they're boys, it's super adorable, and kind of jealousy stirring. Who doesn't want that dream to come true? (Not the gay bit, the wow-he-is-so-gorgeous-I-wonder-if-he'd-ever-date-me-and-months-later-holy-crap-did-he-really-just-kiss-me bit.)
And of course, Rachel still drives me crazy, but makes me really grateful that the super talented girl that I went to high school with was not obnoxious and big-headed. Just annoyingly confident, outgoing, and popular. Yeah, okay, I'll admit it, I'm jealous.
And Schu and Emma, okay, I'm mad we missed that. It was kind of like Bones getting pregnant without us getting any juice. Grrrrrrr.
Anyway, aside from Glee, today was nice. Typical Tuesday, except that Gardner was around at work, and he makes me super nervous. Especially when he wears his biking stuff. If you've ever had a manager who's a cyclist, you understand. It's awkward. ~shiver~
David and I took my slackline to Kiwanis Park. I suck. But he sucks too, so I didn't feel too bad. We also climbed trees, which I do not suck at. Getting down is always a little sketchy for me. I'm always nervous that I'll fall down and break something. That's my biggest fear, is breaking something. Whenever I fall, I immediately freak out and make sure I didn't break anything. Broken bones would ruin my life. I would go so insane if I broke anything, especially anything on my lower half. You can ski with a broken arm. So in my stupidness, I'm generally pretty cautious, although I prefer the term calculating. So far, it's taken good care of me. Knock on wood.

Narcotics.

So last night my roommate and I stayed up really late talking because we both took really long naps. Hooray Sunday! Anyway at about 12:30 she started acting a little weird, saying that she was seeing two of me and that I looked like a monkey. Now, I know I'm funny looking, but monkey would not have been at the top of my list. The weirdness kept progressing, and her speech kept getting more and more slurred. As a disclaimer, a couple weeks ago she sprained her ankle really bad longboarding. She has some pretty intense pain killers plus Ambien to help her sleep when she needs it. Problem is, the narcotics and the Ambien are in the same bottle... So anyway, as her speech starts getting more and more drunk sounding, she starts talking about the dancing lights. There are a couple of lights in our room when it's dark, like my blue laptop charger and my orange sound system. But these lights most certainly do not dance. Then I hear, "I look at the lights and they don't move... And then they come alive and start dancing and like coming towards me... One of them had a face like a dragon." Meanwhile I am trying to hold back my hysterical laughter. But then her picture frames started crawling. "Ugh, if everything around me would just stay put! The wall people need to stop moving stuff around." Um... Wall people? "They're just, like, these little people that are part of the wall and they're moving all the picture frames around. Ugh! Chile! Stop trying to go higher! That is where I put you and that is where I want you!" Then Chile turned into a furry animal and kept turning over... Yeah, that really happened.

La Niña.

Yep. Another video.

Today was so freaking awesome. I've been saying for a while that I really need a vacation, and this was it. And it was so awesome. I spent the vast majority of my day watching trailers for ski movies. (Don't worry Mom, I went to school.) Which means I spent the vast majority of my day with my jaw in my lap and goosebumps all over my skin.

I watched a guy break his femur in TGR's One for the Road.

I watched guys ski some SICK POW in Powderwhore's Breaking Trail. (This one MIGHT turn me into a bc skier this year...)

Other than that, going to class, and playing some Oblivion, I didn't do much today. I needed a vacation, and I got it.

Imploding.

I am a dirty rotten liar. I know I've said probably a million times that I don't want to get married until I'm 25, but that is complete crap. I want to be married so bad. And okay, this will seem dramatic but I'm not so sure it's going to happen, at least any time soon. My heart is caving in on itself and I am at a complete loss as to how this happened. What did I do? Why didn't I see this coming? Why wasn't I more careful? I'm so tired of this.
Don't worry, this won't turn into a bitter diatribe- it hurts too much. I know, I know, it was just ten days, but was I wrong to hope for more, or even expect more? I'm not going to call him the biggest jerk on the planet, because he's not. He's pretty close to the exact opposite of a jerk, and I'm not just saying that because I may or may not have started falling completely and unashamedly in love with him, but because his not being a jerk is one of the things I was originally so attracted to. I only wish he would've thought a little more in the beginning; he could've saved us both a pretty big amount of heartache. But it's water under the bridge now.
I hate to be dramatic, but I really am not sure I can take a whole lot more of this.

Reach.

Okay, so, I'm sure most of you guys don't give a rat's rear about video games, especially Halo, but I just wanted you to see this.

It's gorgeous. It's violent. It's sad. It's perfect.
It's Halo Reach.

This is the second live action Halo trailer I've fallen in love with. The first was ODST.

WHO THE HECK ARE THESE PEOPLE?

I mean, seriously, can we make a live action trailer for Skyrim? It would be so epic.*

Anyway, I think it would be incredible to be an actor for live action video game trailers. Especially if they were all this cool.

All Hail Bungie.

*Addendum, 10/26. There is a live action trailer for Skyrim. Check it out in this post.

Shut-In.

So this weekend, David came up to Logan with me. What on earth would possess him to want such a thing, I will probably never know. But anyway, this weekend generally consisted of us sitting around watching movies, listening to music, and sorting through my stuff. I know, right?! So exciting. Definitely anyone's idea of a good time. Oh, and let's not forget that we made blondies. Which were actually really good. http://allrecipes.com/recipe/blonde-brownies-i/detail.aspx Try them.
On one note, we watched the live-action Avatar. And even though I complained the entire time, it actually wasn't that bad. Sure, they messed up my two favorite characters, and the costume design left something to be desired, and they mispronounced a bunch of things (seriously? I mean, it's not like you didn't have a show to watch to tell you how to pronounce Aang's name...), but the set design was fantastic, the bending was sweet, and it was admittedly kind of cool to see Avatar in real life. I think that if I weren't such a diehard Avatar fan, I would've thought the movie was sweet, and started watching the show. I'm glad I watched the show first.
Right now at this very moment, David is also blogging, and I just have to say that it cracks me up. He cracks me up. WE crack me up.
On another note, I realized that compliments make me extremely uncomfortable. Why that is, I'm not exactly sure. But it's making me re-evaluate what I want in a relationship. Most girls (I'm serious, don't even deny this) hold the belief that it is their boyfriends' duty to pay them endless and personalized compliments every five seconds on the second (but isn't it?). Apparently that is not really my thing. Maybe more like every five years on the year...
On a third note, we're leaving in an hour.