Blanket.

So, remember how I was really excited about what Chris got me for Christmas, and how he said it wasn't really that cool? Well, he was kinda right... He got me a GIANT 'cuddle blanket.' Okay, I will admit, when I opened it, I was disappointed. But it's growing on me. Especially since he left and now I have a giant blanket to cuddle with when I don't have him. A big blanket is better than the Utah sweatshirt I've been using. Like, if I fold this blanket into thirds, it's ALMOST as big as cuddling with Chris. Not good enough, but I'll take what I can get, ya know?
*Addendum. Cuddled with it last night and a) fell asleep super fast and b) stayed asleep all night. I think it's magic. (It's an addendum because I started this last night and then fell asleep.)

Anyway, he loved what I got him, which made me happy, but one of the tough things about dating a Vulcan is that I honestly can't really tell HOW MUCH he loved it. Either way, I thought it was cool. Sometime when I'm home I'll post it so you can see it, because it's wicked cool.

Sigh. Kind of in jest, I really wanna just marry the kid already.

BUT! Christmas with the 'in-laws!' It was great. I felt bad, I was actually super exhausted because I had a super tough lesson that afternoon, but they invited me to dinner (like, Chris didn't even bring me up. When he got to his parents' house his mom specifically invited me. COOL, RIGHT?) so I couldn't say no. Dinner was delicious, and of course I liked being with Chris. And getting in with the family. I like them a lot. I sat around looking like a zombie most of the time though... oh well. But craziest of crazy, they got me a present! That made me feel pretty cool. It was a little set of good-smelling stuff from Bath & Body Works. Yeah, they've got me figured out! F'reals. That made me feel pretty awesome. :)

And then... sigh. Waking up at 7:15 to be at work at 7:30 sucks super bad. I thank every god and goddess in the universe that I don't have to be at Sundance until 9:45 in the mornings. Get up at 8:45, easy peasy, in contrast.

Still trying to figure out what we're going to do about New Year's. Wahoo.

Oh! And one more thing. I did my first IQA West video chat last night. Freaking awesome. QUIDKIDS FOREVER.

Eve.

So, it's Christmas Eve, and Chris left my apartment a little over 40 minutes ago because he got called into work. PHOOEY. I'm significantly less than pleased. I suppose I could've gone back to my grandparents' house to spend Christmas Eve with my parents and such, but other than waking up in the morning to breakfast, there's really not going to be a whole lot different about me staying at home. Except that there's internet at home. Yeah, you know that's how I roll.

Chris was originally chillin' in Provo until he had to leave for work and I had to leave for family Christmas dinner, but then his work called at five and was like, "Hey, you don't need to come in until 11," so we busted out some awesomeness* and worked it out so that he could come to family dinner. Which was FANTASTIC. It's much easier to be cheerful and pleasant when you're with the person you're crazy about, rather than just the people who drive you crazy. ;) Hehe.

Dinner was lovely, I had seriously some of the best steak I've ever had in my entire life. I had to control myself from gazing longingly at Chris.... yeah... I like him. A lot. He seemed to get along pretty well with my parents, for the second time meeting them I think he'll end up doing alright. Especially when he eventually mentions to my mother that one of his greatest dreams is to own a beach house in SoCal, like the little dumpy ones on the Strand. (Yeah, 'dumpy' = multi-millions.) Once that golden nugget of information is out, she will love him, and pretty much beg me to marry him. HA. Just kidding. But only kind of. I know that will win him big points in the 'winning over mom' department.

Went back to G&G's to open presents, of which there were more than I expected. One thing I certainly didn't expect was a new camera! That one was crazy. I was so not expecting that. I'm excited about it though! I've actually been needing a point and shoot. Although my mother did say, "Well it was kind of supposed to end up being a mission camera..." and I'm thinking, then why am I getting it now instead of for my birthday? Whatever. I don't care. It's awesome, and I'm excited.

Then Chris got called into work... so freakin' lame... so we headed back to my apartment loaded with all of my stuff. (Although the person who got the most presents was my dad, jeepers creepers!) He left for work, I posted my paper on the IQA west page for everyone to read, and now I've just been sitting here in a stupor trying to decide precisely when I should go to bed. And wake up.

I can't wait for tomorrow after work. I'm not even thinking about work, because if I think about it then I'll probably start freaking out about not knowing stuff that I might need to know. Honestly I'm kind of hoping that there won't be any people wanting to learn things and I'll end up getting to ski all Christmas. Either way, I'll be home between 4:30 and 5, at which point Chris will head down (I think, we're still trying to figure out logistics) and I'll FINALLY get to show him his present! I'm also really looking forward to seeing what he got me, apparently it's "something I need that will benefit us both," and is only a 'secondary' present. What he got me for my primary present is still on its way, because (due to no fault of his own!) he didn't get it in time. He reserved it online at a store, and when he went to pick it up it the store said it wasn't in their inventory. Talk about freaking LAME. He wasn't particularly pleased either, but in the end, it gets me two presents... so... not really complaining. Although I'm not gonna lie, I REALLY want to know what the primary present is, because he sounded kind of excited about it, and it must be cool for him to go to the effort that he went to to try and get it. I guess it will have to be a New Year's present, hahaha. :)

Anyway, I need to get to bed so I can wake up and be cheerful for children in the morning... yayyyyyy.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!





*He hadn't brought any 'nice' clothes (because originally he was going to be working), so we not only had to rush to get him some nice clothes, but we had to make it to the restaurant in time. We were less than 15 minutes late EVEN AFTER RIDICULOUS TRAFFIC and Chris even looked good in his... $25 outfit. Seriously, Wal Mart is not as bad as it seems.

Alone.

So, this morning, Frieda officially moved out, leaving me officially alone in my apartment until whenever the new girls move in. (My management company said "Sometime next week" and I'm kind of hoping they mean more like, sometime at the beginning of January...) Listening to music as loud as I want, impromptu alone dance parties, Skyrim all night, sleeping on the couch, junk food, not cleaning... Yeah, that's my idea of a vacation! Stoked.

Okay, I have a tiny bit of a confession to make. Although I love Chris and if I could spend all of my time with him I would in a heartbeat, I'm not gonna lie, having a bit of time to just do whatever the heck I want (read: play Skyrim) and sleep in (without either a) cuddling on the couch or b) waking up just to spend time with him) has been kind of nice. KIND of nice. This, I think, goes back to my 'lone wolf' mentality, in that I do very much like to go off and do my own thing every once in a while. If I could be with Chris, I would, and I would love every minute of it. But since I can't, I am taking full advantage of my free time and loving every minute of it. I suppose that's a good thing, right? I'm not just sitting around pining for him. I think that's good. Loving life in whatever situation you're in is important, I think.

Oh, and you notice that I've had some time to play Skyrim? My review/gush session is coming soon. And it's going to be good, don't you fret. I'm FINALLY officially addicted. I think that may have something to do with why I'm so thoroughly enjoying all of my Chris-less free time. Except that I will admit, if he were sitting right next to me and didn't care that I was just playing Skyrim, I would be infinitely happier. So maybe I am pining. More than I care to admit to myself.

We decided, this summer, weeklong camping trip. You're all invited. It'll probably be a mixture of car camping and backpacking, in either Moab, Zion, or Goblin Valley, or somewhere else equally cool. Although I'm not gonna lie, a week camping in the Pacific Northwest (to check out UW's med school, scouting trip, ya know...) would be pretty cool. Or maybe SoCal? We could make a party out of it... Oh wait, SoCal is already a trip planned for the Western Cup! So I guess that's out. LOLz.

AHHHH okay I'm off to go make myself a 'tv dinner' and play Skyrim until my face melts off.

P-town.

So, Chris spent the last few days down in good ol' P-town. Okay, I went up to Salt Lake for a bit as well, because that's just what happens when you get invited to family birthday dinner at Tucano's, yummm. (And also, I totally win. Chris's mom gave me a hug and called me 'cutie' and LittleSister pretty much hug-attacked me as we were leaving. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED, seriously, it's almost better to 'win' the family over than to have them love you right off the bat, like Nine Toes's family did. I can't really get a handle on Chris's dad, but he seems more reserved (like father, like son) so we'll have to see. And LittleBrother... oh my gosh, who knew seventeen year olds's lives were just so... lol. He cracks me up SO MUCH. He might be my favorite. JK! Chris is my favorite. But no matter. I won over LittleSister and Mom and that's what was important to me. Okay. Moving on.)

We went and saw the new Sherlock Holmes, our first movie in a theater together (sigh, what a milestone!!! lol) and it of course did not disappoint! I had heard great things and had great expectations, and they were met, nay, exceeded! So good. Go see it. Now. That was my first movie in a theater since HP7.2, which Chris thought was ridiculous, but hey, I'm poor. OH WAIT, just kidding, HIMYM took me to 50/50. Which was also awesome, bt dubs. One thing that I noticed at the theater we went to for Sherlock was that they 'ID' for rated R movies... at least they said they did, whether they actually do or not is yet to be seen, but I found that interesting. Most theaters don't even notice, and at the very most they'll ID you when you buy your ticket. Whatever.

Anyway, we pretty much just hung out, did a bit of Quidditch practicing, where I learned how to properly tackle people who are bigger than me (an important skill for a keeper!) and played around in my sexy new cleats. Yeah, gotta love sales at Sports Authority! :) They're fly, I'll post a picture soon.

Another picture I need to post soon is of the gigantic bruise on my leg, seriously, it's eleven inches long by four inches wide. It's huge, and it's gross, and it hurts. :(

Sigh. Sometimes I wish we lived in a world where we didn't have to work, and we could just play all the time. Because if we didn't have to work, we wouldn't have to go to college, and if we didn't have to go to college, we would have absolutely no reason to keep living 45 minutes apart. We could live 2 minutes apart, see each other all day every day, and do nothing but play. It would be awesome. I guess that's one tough thing about winter though, it's COLD, and there's not as much playing to be done. Chris keeps telling me that girls always dump him during the 'second winter' because during the first winter, the fact that all he wants to do is cuddle and talk and watch movies is a novelty, and it's fun, and such. But after the summer, when apparently he plans/does cool stuff all the time (not gonna lie, definitely looking forward to all of the cool dates he's supposedly planning on taking me on "when it's warm"), they a) grow to expect him to plan/do cool stuff all the time and b) the novelty of cuddling/talking/watching movies has worn off, and they get bored, and leave. I think that might have been a really long run-on sentence, but I don't really care, so deal with it. My blog, my rules. Suck it, grammar. JK. (Oh little tangent, one of my friends is getting married on the fourteenth and her wedding announcement invites me to a reception in "there" honor. :/ Merf.) HOWEVER, I highly doubt that I'll dump him ever, especially during the second winter, because frankly, besides skiing, there's not much else I like to do in the winter besides cuddle/talk/watch movies. I will admit that watching movies with Chris generally tends to end up with him asleep and me being a little irritated, because I swear that boy sleeps more than any human being I've ever met. I mean, I know I shouldn't be irritated, because he works nights, and when he's with me in the daytime he's given up his normal sleeping time, but when there are nights that I KNOW he slept, and the next day he's still falling asleep all over the place? Sigh. It gets kind of annoying. I think mostly what annoys me is that when I'm with him, which is less often than I'd like, I want to be with him, enjoying his company, learning more about him, making him laugh and laughing at things he does, and, I will admit this without shame, falling more in love with him. If we end up falling asleep on the couch, sure that's great that we're comfortable together, but what did we REALLY gain from that experience? I dunno. This little rant makes it seem like it bothers me way more than it really does, because honestly it doesn't bother me all that much. We still talk WAY more than I have with any other boyfriend I've had, and we literally never run out of things to talk about. The kid is a genius, and will bring up topics of conversation that deal with things I've never even thought about to have an opinion on, but are admittedly super interesting. I guess that's what happens when you put a thinker and a doer together. I'll end up teaching him to do stuff, and he'll end up teaching me to think stuff. Not a bad trade, if you ask me. I like thinking, and he likes doing. So basically, I can't let little things bug me, because overall, we're almost too perfect for each other. Seriously, the fact becomes clearer to me every day. And I love it. :)

Potassium, longest paragraph ever, sorry. Last thing, Chris's present came in the mail today (while he was here! I had to run upstairs and sneak a peek at it) and it is so freaking cool. Oh my gosh. It turned out way cooler than I thought it would, I am SO EXCITED for him to open it. :)

Working tomorrow... ughhhhh. I don't like reality.

Sturdy.

Although it isn't really looking like Christmas anywhere but at Sundance, we've been listening to festive music at Outdoors Unlimited for the past little while, and I realized that I'm a lot like the tree in the park. You know, the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow. :)

 My cousin got engaged yesterday. Never thought I'd see the day! But she doesn't want a ring... which I find extremely odd, especially because they're planning on getting married in August. (Yes, eight month engagement. Whatevs.) Does she WANT to get hit on while she's engaged...? Shrug.

I hate rocks. They're sharp, destructive, and they ruin people's skis. Aka our rental skis. Which means guess who gets to do all of the work on them? Yep, you got it, me. I mean, it could be a lot worse, but right now I've been coming to work at Outdoors directly from Sundance, which means I'm in full under armor, which gets hot even when I'm NOT working on skis. Add in working on skis, which makes me hot normally to the point that I'm going to start bringing basketball shorts to work, and I literally die of heat within the first five minutes. Yeah. It's awesome.

I just finished Chris's Christmas present. I think it looks absolutely incredible, but I can't share it, because... yeah... it has his name on it... Maybe I will share it without his name. LOLz. If I do share it, it won't be until after he sees it, because frankly, I don't want to ruin the surprise! :)

Sigh. I've got to be honest, I'd really like to sleep in tomorrow instead of going to church. But to church I will go, with Chris at my side, and we will stay awake the entire time.

Weirdo.

So let me tell you a little bit about my friend, Weirdo Blogstalker. She is fantastic. Apart from saving kittens from burning buildings and working to end world hunger, she occasionally likes to hang out with me and read my blog. After reading my blog, she will often tell me how much she loves me, and how happy my being in love makes her. Ha. She makes me happy.
Honestly, have you ever experienced the phenomenon that occurs when you have someone with whom to share your happiness? Your happiness somehow becomes exponentially greater, until you're reduced to a pile of lovesick giggling.
Okay, not really, but I will admit that whenever she tells me how much she loves me and Chris, I somehow get all giggly and love-struck. It's weird. And frankly a little abnormal.

Anyway, my dearest most beloved Weirdo, I just want you to know that you are beautiful and I adore you! xoxo and all of that stuff.


Moving on. Finally finished my stupid paper today at about 3:30. Woot. I have to admit though, I still don't feel like finals are over. It hasn't hit me yet that I'm free for the next couple of weeks. I still have this little lurking stress headache. So I'm definitely looking forward to a night full of Skyrim and texting Chris to relax. :)

Tomorrow I'm going to give my first adult 'lesson!' Haha, not really, I'm just heading up to work a little early to ski for an hour with my friend Francis. He skied for the first time today, and I'm looking forward to having a student to explain things to on a more technical level. And, of course, I'm excited to ski! Woot.

Then work, then work again, then Skyrim, then sleep, then CHRIS. :) Hurray.

Discovered.

Trying to finish my twelve-page paper tonight... No bueno. I'll probably end up being up until four or so, sleeping for three and a half hours, going to work, then printing my paper and turning it in, and crying tears of extreme relief before I collapse in a heap on the ground from exhaustion. Honestly I am so sincerely looking forward to tomorrow night, when it's finally all over, and I can just play Skyrim all night without feeling guilty. Oh, and text Chris, OBVS.

Speaking of Chris, Hannah found out about his blog. That may have been, in an extremely indirect way, my fault. (Sorry Nerf... yes, my pet name for Chris is Scruffy-Lookin' Nerf-Herder. You're jealous, don't even try to deny it.) Remember how I love the Anti-Austens? Yeah, go check out this post. Apparently Hannah's sister may or may not read the Anti-Austens, which led her to Chris's blog, which... if you read it and you know one or both of them, it's... yeah, pretty each to use powers of deduction. I only feel sort of bad, I personally think she deserves to see a) how much he actually loved her and b) how much she hurt him by leading him on. Again, I'd say I hate her, but I really don't. I seriously owe her, big time, and although I'm NOT glad she hurt him, I am glad she lost interest, because I love Chris way more than she ever did. No seriously, talking to him about it has always kind of astounded me. She put next to no effort into that relationship. Yeah, who was the one driving up to Logan EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND to see her? Yep, Chris. And yeah, I've pulled the, "hmmm, that doesn't sound familiar at all" line, but frankly, it does make more sense for me to go up there, plus I'm pretty sure Hannah never bought Chris a tank of gas in her entire life. Which Chris does. And he washes my windshield. Don't worry, I tip him very well. ;)

However, apparently, I've made it pretty easy to figure out who he is. BUT! Although most readers know my name, most of them only know who Chris is through me if they Facebook stalk me. (Tripp you are officially being called out. Right now.) Never once have I called him by his real name, even though I almost have like 50 bajillion times, because I really like his real name. And since we started dating/since I started getting mentioned on his blog, I have only commented as 'Mirage' and not myself. Yeah, okay, I've talked about him being on the Quidditch team a lot, and I've posted attractive Quidditch pictures of his posterior, but seriously, only if you had Facebook stalked me would you know who Chris really is. Or if you had Facebook stalked the Crimson Fliers. (Either way, Tripp, you're still a creep. It's okay, I still love you. And if you're going to Facebook stalk me, just add me as a friend for crying out loud, Chris and I are kind of actually dying to meet you.)

On a completely unrelated note, my tandem bike bruise is officially ten inches long by four inches wide. Yeah, as soon as I can get a good picture I'll post it, because it's freaking epic. Definitely the coolest bruise I've ever had.

On another completely unrelated note, my students today were tough. They were good kids, just... ridiculously un-coordinated. Like, unbelievably so. This resulted in one of them getting hurt, which resulted in me having to fill out an accident report with Ski Patrol... yaaaaaaay.

On what I believe is the last completely unrelated note, I completely rocked my final tonight. At least, I feel like I did. I finished it in like half an hour, and I felt like I really knew all of the answers, and gave more than was required of me on the short answers. I'm definitely looking forward to my next class with Dr. Barney, because he's frickin' awesome, AND it's Accessible Recreation, which will be really cool from him because he's in a wheelchair. Wheelchair basketball HERE I COME!

Wait, I lied. Last completely unrelated note. I have cleaning checks on Monday and I do not want to clean... Pleh.

Six.

That's how many consecutive days Chris and I have spent together in the past seven-day period. Yep, six. Birthday weekend turned into birthday which turned into finals all-nighter, so technically today (Wednesday) is only PARTLY contributing to the six, but w/e, it sounds more impressive/awesome. However, now I have to wait until Sunday to see him. *face melts into indecipherable expression*
But then we get to have another 'weekend' aka he's going to hang out in Provo for like four days and whenever I'm not working we'll be together. And when I am working he may or may not be vegging at my apartment playing Skyrim on The Gorgeous. Or watching Netflix. Or sleeping on my couch. My roommates won't be home, so I need someone to guard my stuff while I'm not there! (Right.) Either way, the month of December is going to involve plenty of Chris-Jen togetherness.

Next semester is going to suck.

The job at Sundance is still going ab fab, I'm finally to the point where I'm teaching lessons by myself, NBD.

The job at Outdoors alternates between putting me to sleep and making me want to kill all of the people who come in all at once wanting to return/rent skis. Grrrrrrrrr.

School is almost over. One more paper to wrap up and then I'm free, for better or for worse. There is light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm not going to lie, I'm SO excited to get rid of the permanent headache that settled on me last week it's kind of ridiculous. I'm not even nervous about my last final, not even remotely. I'm just nervous about finishing my paper.

On the subject of papers, I don't know if I've told you all, but there have been a few times that Chris has told me that I'm "the best girlfriend" he's ever had. (Although I haven't actually heard him say it in a while, which is okay I suppose. It's just not something I ever get tired of hearing.) To be honest, he had been chilling at the topmost tier since before we even started dating, but there hasn't really been anything to this point that has "blown my mind." Until now. It's not even something that seems like a big deal, but it was huge to me. Some people might think of 'mind blowing' as some completely over-the-top romantic event, but to me, it was simply him helping me with my paper. Because of his help I was able to get it done on time, which might just save my grade. He had tons of studying to do himself, but instead he opted to help me. Seriously, I'm still in a little bit of disbelief. I know he doesn't think of it as that big of a deal, and some of you are probably like, "What? Something that simple makes him the best boyfriend you've ever had?" My answer to you is most assuredly yes. By small and simple means great things are brought to pass!

My family might call me a broken record, but I'm more crazy about this boy than I've ever been about anybody else. AND he got the, "he's really cute!" seal of approval from my mother. Which is a big deal to me. She called Brandon 'nice' (code for "what on earth are you thinking Jen?") and she never met Nine Toes. I honestly don't remember if she liked Mitsubishi or not, seriously, I remember very little about that relationship, even though it was essentially eight months long from start to finish and we had very seriously talked marriage. The last boy she called "really cute" was Dork Boy, and I don't think I've talked about him, but my mother LOVED HIM, in fact I think she's still secretly disappointed that I let him get away. Even though that was almost two and a half years ago and he's married now. Yeah. Either way, lately every time I've been invited to 'family things' it has been "would you and Chris like to come/be able to make it to..." YEAH. I don't think I have to tell you how much I really like that. I've always wanted to be "you and boy." And now I am. I love it I love it I love it.

Sunday is the Woods family Christmas party, and I don't know if I should be excited or nervous. Now that I think I'm over the parents hurdle I'm not particularly nervous. Besides, I'll be with Chris. Other than remembering to keep the PDA toned down (it will have been FOUR DAYS since our last time together, talk about difficult!!!! LOLz) I don't think I have much to worry about.

Tomorrow is a full day at Sundance, followed by Friday morning there as well. (Friday will be awesome, because I'll be off by 12:30 and don't have to be at work at Outdoors until four. Skiiiiiiinnnnngggggggggggg.) Stoked. I love skiing. I love Sundance. And teaching is okay too I guess.

OH, and today a tandem bike fell on my leg as I fell through a rack of skis. I'll be sure to post a photo/diagram tomorrow. It hurt. And I want you to fully grasp why.

Sequel.

Dinner at Chris's parents for the second time yesterday... infinitely better. So, that's a relief, because honestly I was concerned that it would be awkward forever. Thankfully, it is looking up.

Dinner with Chris's friends... while I might not have impressed Smartypants as much as I would have preferred, we ARE friends on Facebook now, so I suppose that's a good sign. As for the Quidditch team, well, they already love me, NBD. Nerdy Friend (I don't think he will end up meriting a nickname, but if he does, I'll come up with something new) would have to be clinically insane if he didn't approve, because we sat across from each other and basically ended up quoting Robot Chicken Star Wars and HISHE at each other all night... Yeah, nerd Jen definitely showed herself at that particular outing. Again, NBD.

Quidditch practice with the Fliers... SO AWESOME! It was fun to see what a 'real' practice is like, rather than just scrimmaging and such. I learned a lot from Brown Wig, and even though it was honestly like the second time I've played Quidditch with other people in my life, I feel like I didn't make a COMPLETE fool of myself. Chasing, however, is definitely not my thing, especially because now that climbing season is over my hands have lost all of their strength. :/ Keeping FTW.

OKAY, so. Onto sappier matters. Today is Chris's birthday. And, having spent his entire birthday weekend with him (the weekend which included the one-month mark, which I'm not going to lie, is a big deal to me, especially in light of my recent success in the dating world) I just have to say that caring about age difference is for shmucks. Not that Chris is immature, but I think we're on a pretty good level maturity wise. Does the fact that we're over four and a half years apart make me love him any less? Assuredly no. Does he love me any less because of that? I imagine not. So. Yeah.

Anyway, I'm heading to Salt Lake once again (isn't Chris nice for buying me gas?) tonight again for birthday shenanigans. Stoked.

OH and a final note, I freaking LOVE my job at Sundance. I have gotten total ballers for students so far, and I'm just... I love it. Putting on that dang Sundance uniform makes me feel (and ski) like a million bucks.

Soundtrack.

Ohmygoodnessohmygoodnessohmygoodness MY SKYRIM SOUNDTRACK CAME TODAY. Yeah, the one signed by the composer, with four discs of video game soundtrack perfection. EEEEEEEE! I'm so pleased that it decided to come when I need it most, with many hours of paper writing looming over my head. Finally I get to listen to my favorite track (featured in the 20-minute gameplay preview from G4, it's called Under an Ancient Sun) without anybody talking to me, or wolves attacking me... It's gorgeous. Seriously, goosebumps.

The Quidditch team headbands came today. I bought two full sets (so, enough for a scrimmage) for like thirty bucks, which I think is pretty decent. I'm trying to decide if I want to BYU-ify them or not.

Another note, Saturday is Chris's birthday dinner. I wasn't particularly nervous about it until I read his blog. And now I'm way nervous. Meeting his family was... so awkward. Ugh, it was awful. We got there really early and so we sat around waiting to eat for like, half an hour-forty five minutes. It wasn't TOO terrible until Sister and Hubby showed up with Nephew, and then Chris ditched me to play with Nephew while I just sat there at the kitchen table awkwardly listening to their conversations. (That was one moment where I was like, "Damn, why don't I like little kids better?!") It was super awkward, and I kept shooting Chris these looks like, 'Save me!' which of course he ignored. It's not a big deal, if I were him I would've rather played with my cute nephew than sit awkwardly at the dinner table with my suddenly silent and thoroughly un-charismatic girlfriend. Yeah. Fail. Normally that never happens... but something about that situation, and the way I could tell that they were disappointed that I wasn't Hannah... I went into 'little shy hermit crab Jen' mode. Not a good mode when you're trying to impress people.

I'm hoping, though, that I'll be okay with his friends, because they're not as scary, and let's face it, Chris and I are pretty close to the same person. Plus half the Crimson Fliers will be there, and I already know them. NBD.

Still nervous though.

AND I have a huge paper to write tonight. Oh that writing a paper were as easy as writing a blog post!

Care.

So last night I was up pretty much all night with Chris being sick. (What?! You stayed at his house overnight again?! Yes, I did. Personally, I think it's a little difficult to be any sort of immoral when your boyfriend is puking his guts out all night.) Not exactly the highlight of my life. I felt so bad. Basically I just sat around and comforted him when he wasn't... yeah...
But here's a little moment of dumb/sappy/perhaps adorable? I feel like you can truly say you like/love (yeah, we may or may not have just reached that milestone...) someone when you don't care that they just spent the past ten minutes puking, all you want to do is hold them and make them feel better. You just want to take care of them. You want them to feel better so badly that it's almost painful. You ask them every five minutes if they're SURE there's nothing more you can do for them. People might be surprised to hear that coming from me of all people. Me, the girl who doesn't particularly care for children and sometimes comes across as utterly heartless...
Honestly though, as soon as he walked back in the room, sat down next to me and then whispered, "Jen... will you hold me?" I was toast.

Fa-reak!

It's been waaaaaaaaaaay longer than normal since I posted last... Blame Chris. He knows, he doesn't care. Neither do I, frankly. As much as I love you all, Chris trumps.

But seriously, today and Monday will be the only days this week that I don't see him. Can you say freaking spoiled? Yeah. It's been amazing, but it's going to make the next few weeks REALLY HARD. Because next week is crunch time, with finals the week after that and then... my 'break' from hell. I'm literally working every single day all break. Actually, I'm working every single day from the ninth to about... oh, mid-April. Yep. Every single day. I know, you're thinking, "What about Christmas? What about Sundays?" Yep, even those. I'm sure I'll get an earful about not working on Sundays, but if I don't, I won't make enough money to pay my tuition when March 1st rolls around. I know, depressing/scary/sad right? So honestly, I spent (and will spend) the majority of my week with Chris because I need to fill up the tank to keep me going for the next month, when I'm honestly not sure how much I'll get to see him. I'm sure I'll see him more than I'm thinking I will, because let's face it, we are kind of addicted to each other. But in a good way. :)

So I'll give you a rundown of my week, after Monday that is. Tuesday, went to work, then school, then drove to Salt Lake. Five Guys for dinner. (So good.) We talked about how smart we are (but seriously, we actually did talk about that) and other related topics, then headed back 'home' to watch... oh shoot, what DID we watch? Ummmm... dangit... what did we watch? I know at some point we played Harry Potter Scene It and I kicked his TRASH (he will deny this vehemently, but there's no way around it, I womped) and I seem to recall we watched... dangit, I don't even remember. He had class at nine and I had class at eleven so we figured we'd go really late, then do breakfast before heading to our respective places of education. Yeah, after sleeping for about five hours at my 'Salt Lake residence' (seriously, I might as well just move in) and then doing breakfast... yeah, he ended up skipping class and coming to mine instead. Yes, that does mean we drove down to Provo, and yes, he sat around doing nothing while I worked... Seriously, I had a work meeting at Sundance that lasted FOUR AND A HALF HOURS, it was utterly ridiculous. I had thought it would maybe be an hour or two... yeah, right. I finally got back to my apartment just before TEN. Ridiculous. At that point we probably should've just stayed in Provo... but we didn't. My one Thursday class got cancelled, so we were together all day until he had to work. It was fabulous. We attempted to watch Dune (too weird, we didn't finish) watched all three Robot Chicken Star Wars, watched Avatar, and of course, ridiculous amounts of conversation.

Today feels like Thursday because of that though. It's obnoxious.

Tomorrow... Full day of skiing! Yippee! And then... Chris! Meeting my parents! (Ay, I'm nervous.) Ugly Sweater Party! Double date with La and Marine! Church at Chris's ward and meeting HIS parents on Sunday! (Super nervous for that one... yikes.) And then... the week from hell! Yeahhhhhhh.