I've probably said this before but in case you don't read Chris's blog, you should. I'm probably going to reference it a lot.
His most recent post talks about 'karmic fate,' so I thought I'd elaborate a little on my thoughts concerning the matter. Frankly, there are too many 'coincidences' that have brought us together at the right time, and I wanted to share them.
Coincidence Thread #1 -
When Hannah was getting talking about going on her mission, she and Chris were in the beginning stages of talking about marriage, but she really wanted to go. Chris felt strongly that she should go, and that he should support her. (This I've talked about before.) She went, and even though we don't talk about it much, I know it was tough on him. Things were okay, but as time passed she started falling out of love with him (I would say "How dare she!" but I'm glad she did) and by the time she got home she essentially had lost all interest. Obviously, Chris was a little bitter. (Wouldn't you be?)
BUT - had she not gone, they would probably be married by now. Had he not felt strongly that she should go, he MIGHT have tried to convince her to stay (and thus, they would probably be married). Had he not felt that he should be supportive, and blog about it, the chances of us meeting are SLIM TO NONE.
AND - Chris met a few girls while Hannah was gone that he was interested in enough that he could've dated them, but he didn't, because of Hannah. He even told me that if we had met while Hannah was gone, we wouldn't have dated. So simply because I discovered his blog AFTER she was home and disinterested, I got a chance, which leads me to:
Coincidence Thread #2 -
I honestly, truly, legitimately stumbled upon Chris's blog by mere chance. (Well, actually, I don't believe that one bit. There was no chance at all. But it WAS extremely random.) I am quite thoroughly addicted to The Anti-Austens, and I read them on a daily basis. (No, seriously, I check for posts every day.) When I was first introduced to the Anti-Austens in early September, I enjoyed it, and intended to read through all of their posts, but somehow I didn't until mid-late September. I finally did, and through them discovered The Bubblys, and through the Bubblys discovered Tripp Hazard, and through Tripp discovered Wait(ed) for a Sister Missionary. Seriously, I honestly don't even remember how or why exactly I clicked on the link to his blog. It sounded/looked intriguing I suppose. Some girls might've been deterred by the title, but I wasn't for some reason. I was bored and felt like creepin'.
Dead serious, from the instant I started reading this post, (I answered 'yes' to almost every question, and had I read the post in time, I would've gone) I thought, "Oh my goodness. I need to meet this boy. I need to date this boy. I wonder if the missionary is home. I wonder if they're dating. I wonder I wonder I wonder..." I've been 'drawn' to people before, but not someone I didn't know THAT quickly. I read a pretty giant chunk of his blog that night and left a comment on that post, but pretty much went to bed not expecting anything to come of it.
So, as some of you have probably read, I was shocked when the VERY NEXT DAY he had not only commented on one of my posts, but had starting following my blog. And most of you probably don't know, but Chris doesn't check/update his blog all that often, especially since Hannah came home. So the fact that I just happened to comment and he just happened to check his blog and respond, in that short period of time (which, frankly, to me was an indication of interest) is a little crazy. And almost necessary, because what I figured to be an indication of interest gave me the courage to be a little more 'bold' and email him. That's about where the 'coincidences' end on this subject, because after that it was all definitely just interest. But wait, there's more.
Coincidence Thread #3 -
Both of my recent 'relationships' (one legitimized and one not) failed after less than two weeks. I started dating David way too quickly, and he had the intuitiveness to end it when it was clear that we really weren't all that compatible, dating-wise. Had David been more 'persuadable' I would've convinced him to keep dating me, and then... yeah. Had AFC shown interest earlier in the semester, we probably would've started dating earlier, and possibly been more 'solidified' in a relationship when I met Chris (and therefore less interested in pursuing something).
There are more than that for sure, but those are the definite 'off the top of my head' ones.
Basically, in my opinion, we are 'meant to be', whether it's forever or just for now I don't know. Because these 'coincidences' are anything but.
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Friday, November 25, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Anxiety.
My interview with Sundance is TOMORROW. EEEEEEEK.
Seriously, I'm freaking out. And I have absolutely no reason to freak out. Up until they called me and scheduled an interview, I was the picture of confidence.
But suddenly, now that it's real, I am nearly choking on anxiety.
I know, it's ridiculous. But it's just the way it is.
On a note regarding the gentlemen in my life, I think I've made a decision. One I can talk to for hours. The other... I can't. And I think you all know how much I love to talk. :)
On one last note.... NINE DAYS! SINGLE DIGITS!!! Speaking of freaking out.
Seriously, I'm freaking out. And I have absolutely no reason to freak out. Up until they called me and scheduled an interview, I was the picture of confidence.
But suddenly, now that it's real, I am nearly choking on anxiety.
I know, it's ridiculous. But it's just the way it is.
On a note regarding the gentlemen in my life, I think I've made a decision. One I can talk to for hours. The other... I can't. And I think you all know how much I love to talk. :)
On one last note.... NINE DAYS! SINGLE DIGITS!!! Speaking of freaking out.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Bus.
I feel like I got hit by a bus. Seriously. I'm so sick. My head hurts, my throat hurts, my joints hurt... It's a little on the ridiculous side.
So, not going to be a super long post tonight. Today consisted of lying around in pain. Although the second half included AFC, which was, shall we say, lovely. Or as lovely as it can be in such a circumstance. We watched a ridiculous amount of this tv show called Dollhouse. Joss Whedon = brains of genius.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. Being sick is lame.
So, not going to be a super long post tonight. Today consisted of lying around in pain. Although the second half included AFC, which was, shall we say, lovely. Or as lovely as it can be in such a circumstance. We watched a ridiculous amount of this tv show called Dollhouse. Joss Whedon = brains of genius.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. Being sick is lame.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Relief.
Remember how AFC wasn't interested? Well.... he is.
Remember how Fuji was interested? Well... he isn't.
Things are looking like they might keep working themselves out.
[Side note: Blogging on my old computer while I get music off of it. Man it struggles. But... it looks so tiny! What a difference two inches makes.]
Obviously, I don't know where things are going at this point. I know where I hope they're going...
Today was lovely. Perfect weather for an almost perfect game. I do so very much love it when my Cougs win, especially at the hands of my boy Riley. (We went to high school together, we're from the same home stake, and his mom taught me ballet for eight years. I think that qualifies me to call him 'my boy.')
I need to momentarily discuss my frustration with Heaps. He is so concerned with HIMSELF. It's all about him. Which is why he tends to freeze up in a game, because he's so afraid of getting injured. After my parents left I was talking to one of the season ticket holders who sits by us, I don't know his name, but we've chatted before. He coached high school football for thirty years in North Sanpete, so when he says that Jake Heaps is not a team player, I think I'm fully justified in agreeing with him. It's true though. He sits by himself on the sidelines. He doesn't interact all that much with his teammates. Just watch him. And when does he start choking? When he's inside the twenty, and the coverage on him gets WAY tighter. Tight coverage = higher chance of injury. Do the math. He's so focused on his 'NFL career' that he doesn't even realize he's pretty much putting the nails in that coffin with every interception he throws (they are COMMON). He's one of the LEAST mentally tough athletes I have ever seen in my entire life. And in my 20.5 years, I have seen a LOT of athletes, both mentally tough and mentally weak. Jake Heaps takes the cake for the latter. Sorry Jake, but you have got to get your head in the game.
Anyway, moment over. Last night I went on a date with Fuji. It was SO FUN! We went to this place called Star Command at this elementary school in Pleasant Grove. Essentially it was Star Trek LARPing. Seriously. You know me, and how I feel about anything role play. So freaking amazing. I got to be the Captain (I mixed genres and named myself Captain Reynolds :) ) and it was so fun, but honestly kind of tough. I keep thinking of all of the things I could've done differently to perhaps make the mission successful.
All in all, one of the more fun dates I've ever been on. Knowing that I wasn't going to have to tell Fuji I didn't see us going anywhere (because he beat me to it, what a relief) made it more relaxed. That was nice.
Anyway, AFC and I are watching another martial arts movie (okay, some of them are QUALITY, and the martial arts are freakin sick) tonight so I should probably go shower or something... lol.
Remember how Fuji was interested? Well... he isn't.
Things are looking like they might keep working themselves out.
[Side note: Blogging on my old computer while I get music off of it. Man it struggles. But... it looks so tiny! What a difference two inches makes.]
Obviously, I don't know where things are going at this point. I know where I hope they're going...
Today was lovely. Perfect weather for an almost perfect game. I do so very much love it when my Cougs win, especially at the hands of my boy Riley. (We went to high school together, we're from the same home stake, and his mom taught me ballet for eight years. I think that qualifies me to call him 'my boy.')
I need to momentarily discuss my frustration with Heaps. He is so concerned with HIMSELF. It's all about him. Which is why he tends to freeze up in a game, because he's so afraid of getting injured. After my parents left I was talking to one of the season ticket holders who sits by us, I don't know his name, but we've chatted before. He coached high school football for thirty years in North Sanpete, so when he says that Jake Heaps is not a team player, I think I'm fully justified in agreeing with him. It's true though. He sits by himself on the sidelines. He doesn't interact all that much with his teammates. Just watch him. And when does he start choking? When he's inside the twenty, and the coverage on him gets WAY tighter. Tight coverage = higher chance of injury. Do the math. He's so focused on his 'NFL career' that he doesn't even realize he's pretty much putting the nails in that coffin with every interception he throws (they are COMMON). He's one of the LEAST mentally tough athletes I have ever seen in my entire life. And in my 20.5 years, I have seen a LOT of athletes, both mentally tough and mentally weak. Jake Heaps takes the cake for the latter. Sorry Jake, but you have got to get your head in the game.
Anyway, moment over. Last night I went on a date with Fuji. It was SO FUN! We went to this place called Star Command at this elementary school in Pleasant Grove. Essentially it was Star Trek LARPing. Seriously. You know me, and how I feel about anything role play. So freaking amazing. I got to be the Captain (I mixed genres and named myself Captain Reynolds :) ) and it was so fun, but honestly kind of tough. I keep thinking of all of the things I could've done differently to perhaps make the mission successful.
All in all, one of the more fun dates I've ever been on. Knowing that I wasn't going to have to tell Fuji I didn't see us going anywhere (because he beat me to it, what a relief) made it more relaxed. That was nice.
Anyway, AFC and I are watching another martial arts movie (okay, some of them are QUALITY, and the martial arts are freakin sick) tonight so I should probably go shower or something... lol.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Amadeus.
Mmkay, so, I really love that movie. And I just watched it with my no-longer-gimp roommate! Three cheers for the not-gimp! lol.
Best part of the day - I TOTALLY PWN3D MY ISYS FINALS!!!! Oh yeah, I am the woman. I was even very seriously considering (nay, planning on) retaking Power Point in the second block, but upon completion of Excel, and hearing about how easy Power Point was, I took charge, and I did it. 'Hey,' I thought, 'if I fail, I can retake it anyway, and if I don't, then I just mega scored!' Yeah, guess who only missed ONE QUESTION, and that question because of a computer glitch? Yup, you guessed it. David. JK, it was totally me.
It was a really cool little slap upside the head from heaven that I'm better at this whole college thing than I think I am. But seriously.
Other best part of the day - essentially convincing AFC that he wants to go to the Imagine Dragons concert with me on Saturday prior to our watching... crud, which war movie are we watching this week?
Most 'ugh' inducing part of the day - realizing that Smith Optics makes prescription eyewear. Check out these bad boys in black/teal. And let's not forget these. I would really like both of those. I think having eyewear variety would be quite lovely. Oh well. Another day, I suppose.
I'm very much frustrated with the man situation. Today an attractive random stranger hit on me on my way to school. What the... that never happens to me. Fuji came over (he needs a better nickname, he is so great) after buying me J-Dawg's (how can I NOT love a man who buys me culinary perfection?) and helped me finish up Power Point, then watched the first half of Amadeus with me and Not-Gimp. AFC, rather than saying, "Oh, we can just do the movie another night," definitely indirectly expressed a smidgen of interest by agreeing to at the very least watch the movie after the show, if not even come to the show with me. Crap.
RAWR. And I don't mean in the 'rawr means I love you in dinosaur' way. I mean in the 'oh my gosh my life is ridiculous and I pretend like I'm annoyed but I actually love it' way.
Next up to be rocked: two papers, some research, and pure project perfection. (+3 alliteration.)
Best part of the day - I TOTALLY PWN3D MY ISYS FINALS!!!! Oh yeah, I am the woman. I was even very seriously considering (nay, planning on) retaking Power Point in the second block, but upon completion of Excel, and hearing about how easy Power Point was, I took charge, and I did it. 'Hey,' I thought, 'if I fail, I can retake it anyway, and if I don't, then I just mega scored!' Yeah, guess who only missed ONE QUESTION, and that question because of a computer glitch? Yup, you guessed it. David. JK, it was totally me.
It was a really cool little slap upside the head from heaven that I'm better at this whole college thing than I think I am. But seriously.
Other best part of the day - essentially convincing AFC that he wants to go to the Imagine Dragons concert with me on Saturday prior to our watching... crud, which war movie are we watching this week?
Most 'ugh' inducing part of the day - realizing that Smith Optics makes prescription eyewear. Check out these bad boys in black/teal. And let's not forget these. I would really like both of those. I think having eyewear variety would be quite lovely. Oh well. Another day, I suppose.
I'm very much frustrated with the man situation. Today an attractive random stranger hit on me on my way to school. What the... that never happens to me. Fuji came over (he needs a better nickname, he is so great) after buying me J-Dawg's (how can I NOT love a man who buys me culinary perfection?) and helped me finish up Power Point, then watched the first half of Amadeus with me and Not-Gimp. AFC, rather than saying, "Oh, we can just do the movie another night," definitely indirectly expressed a smidgen of interest by agreeing to at the very least watch the movie after the show, if not even come to the show with me. Crap.
RAWR. And I don't mean in the 'rawr means I love you in dinosaur' way. I mean in the 'oh my gosh my life is ridiculous and I pretend like I'm annoyed but I actually love it' way.
Next up to be rocked: two papers, some research, and pure project perfection. (+3 alliteration.)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Transparent.
Okay, so, today my friend said, "You know your blog is on your Facebook, right?"
NO, REALLY? (I love you dear!) But anyway, I'm aware. He also pointed out that my 'code names' are ridiculous. So what? They're more fun when they're ridiculous. And okay, most of the time people know who I'm talking about, but guess what? It's not like I sit there and talk about what a disgusting person I think [fill in the blank] is.
It's a delicate balance, to be personal and honest without being overly so. For the most part, the greater percentage of my friends aren't privy to the personal details of my life. Aka, really only my roommates and close friends know about the boys/crazy people (wait, aren't those the same thing?! :P jk). The code names are so that casual blog creepers don't automatically know everything about me and the people I associate with. Plus, code names are fun to come up with!
Anyway, let me explain why I missed Monday.
Very slyly, Air Force Cadet (the original!) got me to take him grocery shopping. It was so entertaining. I laughed a LOT, especially when he accidentally squirted body wash all over his face... Hehe. We already made plans to hang out again. So I guess he's not actually on the list of vanishing guys. But he met two of my roommates, and they were both in agreement that he's hot. Aside from that, he's an intriguing person, and I want to know more about him. It probably won't go anywhere, but I'm not ruling him out as a possibility. Yet. Although, he might have to stay on his toes to keep up with...
Fuji. Oh my gosh. I really want to punch the universe in the face. So I get to work, and my dear friend Lindy Hop said, "I think someone likes you." Um, what? "Go check your box." I knew pretty much right off the bat that HE[Fuji] had done SOMETHING, but I didn't know what.
HE LEFT ME CHOCOLATE. With a note apologizing that we hadn't gotten to do lunch today.
What the heck. Who is this boy? And what on earth does he see in me?
Anyway, I walked around work smirking like a fool and eating my chocolate- Dove, no less. (He even has good taste, who is he?! Seriously!) So, I definitely like him. But I'm a little nervous that he likes me more than I like him. It's still too early for me to make a decision on the depth of my affection. But I'm so comfortable around him. And I do very much enjoy being treated so well.
Sigh. Can I just go on my mission now?
NO, REALLY? (I love you dear!) But anyway, I'm aware. He also pointed out that my 'code names' are ridiculous. So what? They're more fun when they're ridiculous. And okay, most of the time people know who I'm talking about, but guess what? It's not like I sit there and talk about what a disgusting person I think [fill in the blank] is.
It's a delicate balance, to be personal and honest without being overly so. For the most part, the greater percentage of my friends aren't privy to the personal details of my life. Aka, really only my roommates and close friends know about the boys/crazy people (wait, aren't those the same thing?! :P jk). The code names are so that casual blog creepers don't automatically know everything about me and the people I associate with. Plus, code names are fun to come up with!
Anyway, let me explain why I missed Monday.
Very slyly, Air Force Cadet (the original!) got me to take him grocery shopping. It was so entertaining. I laughed a LOT, especially when he accidentally squirted body wash all over his face... Hehe. We already made plans to hang out again. So I guess he's not actually on the list of vanishing guys. But he met two of my roommates, and they were both in agreement that he's hot. Aside from that, he's an intriguing person, and I want to know more about him. It probably won't go anywhere, but I'm not ruling him out as a possibility. Yet. Although, he might have to stay on his toes to keep up with...
Fuji. Oh my gosh. I really want to punch the universe in the face. So I get to work, and my dear friend Lindy Hop said, "I think someone likes you." Um, what? "Go check your box." I knew pretty much right off the bat that HE[Fuji] had done SOMETHING, but I didn't know what.
HE LEFT ME CHOCOLATE. With a note apologizing that we hadn't gotten to do lunch today.
What the heck. Who is this boy? And what on earth does he see in me?
Anyway, I walked around work smirking like a fool and eating my chocolate- Dove, no less. (He even has good taste, who is he?! Seriously!) So, I definitely like him. But I'm a little nervous that he likes me more than I like him. It's still too early for me to make a decision on the depth of my affection. But I'm so comfortable around him. And I do very much enjoy being treated so well.
Sigh. Can I just go on my mission now?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Ra-DIK-uh-lus.
Okay. Here's the deal.
You know how I said I don't get asked on dates? Well, it's total bull.
I've had at least one date every week since moving back to Provo.
I think the reason I felt like I didn't, was because I'm used to being the girlfriend. I'm a girlfriend girl. I kind of always have been. I like having a boyfriend. I like the stability and the consistency of being a girlfriend. In the past four and a half years of my life, I think I've been a girlfriend more than I haven't. I'll have to think more in depth about that to find out for sure, but I'll get back to you.
Anyway, going from being a girlfriend to... nothing... at Aspen Grove- weird. And definitely made me feel like I NEVER go on dates. Because all summer, I didn't.
What I'm saying is, I'm not complaining. I am thoroughly enjoying! ("Chet's arguing! I'm enjoying!")
The only complaint I am having, is that I seem to be going on an endless stream of first dates, to have the guys vanish off my radar... I call it the "Vanishing Problem." I get asked on a first date, have a great time, and think/hear/am told that the guy had a great time too. Eagerly, I await the second date call. And it never comes. (Okay, never say never, Justin Bieber, Miss Frizzle, etc, but seriously.) Examples? Cupcake Boy. Mr. Butler. Air Force Cadet. TECHNICALLY, David. We never went on a second 'date.' Oh wait, yeah we did. After we broke up.
Wait, I lied. I have another complaint. The guys who DO call/ask for a second date... not really feelin' it. (Not that I'm saying I AM feeling it with the other guys, or that I didn't have a great time with them... digging hole...) I mean, I'm perfectly willing to go on another date with them, but I generally don't see things going anywhere, for one reason or another.
For example - How I Met Your Mother. Such a great guy. I had so much fun. Just not really feeling it. It's honestly nothing against him, because we're friends. I'm not going to say "he's not my type," but he's not really the rock climbing, horseback riding, Grand Slam-ing type. And let's face it, I need to have a husband who can keep up with all of my crazy-ness.
Example number two- So much more complicated. Ugh, so much more complicated.
Friday night, blind date with Air Force Cadet #2. I have no idea what else to call him. Fuji Bike Man? I don't know. Anyway, such a great date. We went to HumorU and then Costa Vida. He is a great guy, and I had a really good time. We're going for a bike ride today, and going out again this coming Friday. Wait, what's the problem? He's a solid three inches shorter than me. :( I am so angry with the universe right now, I could throw rocks at it.
A few people have told me that height isn't/shouldn't be a big deal. I know it isn't for some girls. I'm not one of those girls. I wish I could shrug my shoulders and say, "Hey, I'll get over it." But I can't. I've kissed guys that are shorter than me, and it's so weird. Like I said, I'm not one of those girls who's chill with it. I thoroughly enjoy wearing heels. I thoroughly enjoy looking up into my boyfriend's face when we hug. Same height.... iffy. But shorter? It just... it's weird to me.
I WISH IT WEREN'T. Because, if I'm being honest, I like this kid. As much as one can after one date. It's so frustrating. I want to just shrug it off and see where it goes.
So here's my plan, and he's aware of this. It might make me a selfish bitch, but... I'm going to wait until either the liking him or the height thing overtakes the other. It may seem terrible, and the friend who set us up thinks I'm ridiculous, but it's just... important to me. The good thing is, he was aware of this before asking me on dates two and three. Because let's be honest, this bike ride is a date.
Another thing, I've been told not to give up on Mr. Butler.
Part of me kind of wishes I could give up dating until my mission... and relationship wise, I probably have.
Sigh.
You know how I said I don't get asked on dates? Well, it's total bull.
I've had at least one date every week since moving back to Provo.
I think the reason I felt like I didn't, was because I'm used to being the girlfriend. I'm a girlfriend girl. I kind of always have been. I like having a boyfriend. I like the stability and the consistency of being a girlfriend. In the past four and a half years of my life, I think I've been a girlfriend more than I haven't. I'll have to think more in depth about that to find out for sure, but I'll get back to you.
Anyway, going from being a girlfriend to... nothing... at Aspen Grove- weird. And definitely made me feel like I NEVER go on dates. Because all summer, I didn't.
What I'm saying is, I'm not complaining. I am thoroughly enjoying! ("Chet's arguing! I'm enjoying!")
The only complaint I am having, is that I seem to be going on an endless stream of first dates, to have the guys vanish off my radar... I call it the "Vanishing Problem." I get asked on a first date, have a great time, and think/hear/am told that the guy had a great time too. Eagerly, I await the second date call. And it never comes. (Okay, never say never, Justin Bieber, Miss Frizzle, etc, but seriously.) Examples? Cupcake Boy. Mr. Butler. Air Force Cadet. TECHNICALLY, David. We never went on a second 'date.' Oh wait, yeah we did. After we broke up.
Wait, I lied. I have another complaint. The guys who DO call/ask for a second date... not really feelin' it. (Not that I'm saying I AM feeling it with the other guys, or that I didn't have a great time with them... digging hole...) I mean, I'm perfectly willing to go on another date with them, but I generally don't see things going anywhere, for one reason or another.
For example - How I Met Your Mother. Such a great guy. I had so much fun. Just not really feeling it. It's honestly nothing against him, because we're friends. I'm not going to say "he's not my type," but he's not really the rock climbing, horseback riding, Grand Slam-ing type. And let's face it, I need to have a husband who can keep up with all of my crazy-ness.
Example number two- So much more complicated. Ugh, so much more complicated.
Friday night, blind date with Air Force Cadet #2. I have no idea what else to call him. Fuji Bike Man? I don't know. Anyway, such a great date. We went to HumorU and then Costa Vida. He is a great guy, and I had a really good time. We're going for a bike ride today, and going out again this coming Friday. Wait, what's the problem? He's a solid three inches shorter than me. :( I am so angry with the universe right now, I could throw rocks at it.
A few people have told me that height isn't/shouldn't be a big deal. I know it isn't for some girls. I'm not one of those girls. I wish I could shrug my shoulders and say, "Hey, I'll get over it." But I can't. I've kissed guys that are shorter than me, and it's so weird. Like I said, I'm not one of those girls who's chill with it. I thoroughly enjoy wearing heels. I thoroughly enjoy looking up into my boyfriend's face when we hug. Same height.... iffy. But shorter? It just... it's weird to me.
I WISH IT WEREN'T. Because, if I'm being honest, I like this kid. As much as one can after one date. It's so frustrating. I want to just shrug it off and see where it goes.
So here's my plan, and he's aware of this. It might make me a selfish bitch, but... I'm going to wait until either the liking him or the height thing overtakes the other. It may seem terrible, and the friend who set us up thinks I'm ridiculous, but it's just... important to me. The good thing is, he was aware of this before asking me on dates two and three. Because let's be honest, this bike ride is a date.
Another thing, I've been told not to give up on Mr. Butler.
Part of me kind of wishes I could give up dating until my mission... and relationship wise, I probably have.
Sigh.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Ghosts.
Ghosts N Stuff. Deadmau5. Featuring Rob Swire from Pendulum. You remember how I feel about Pendulum.
I have listened to this song so freaking many times in the past few days since I bought it, it's a little crazy. I think I'm addicted.
SO ANYWAY!
FOO FIGHTERS!
So freaking incredible. Like... oh my freakin' gosh. I wanted to melt into a puddle in my shoes the entire time. Dave Grohl is SO GORGEOUS. Like.... oh my gosh. I would adopt polygamy for that man. He is so gorgeous. And so great on stage. And such a great singer. Oh my gosh. I know he's like, 40 (he's forty two actually, what a great age!) but he is drop dead sexy. I wanted to freakin' die.
Celebrity crush?
Ummmmmm.... very yes.
Anyway, the concert was fabulous. They are great live, super fun, entertaining, and super talented. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. Even though the people all around me were SITTING (at a GOSH DANG ROCK CONCERT, FOR SHAME) and I was all alone standing/dancing. Tad awkward, since I know that tons of people were staring at me. What gives though? I paid a pretty good chunk of money for that ticket, and I was not going to sit on my butt. I wish I could've gone to it twice for the price of one- once to watch, and dream over Dave, and once to dance around like a crazy fool and sing along at the top of my lungs. Because as fun as head-banging is, it is not terribly conducive to gazing lovingly at the lead singer. Don't say he's old enough to be my father, I know. But he's SO FRICKIN SEXYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Ay ay ay.
Anyway, that was a blast. Highlight of the week FO SHO.
Un-highlight of the week?
Mr. Butler postponing Avatar until tomorrow for a prior commitment he'd forgotten he'd made. Grrrr. Not that I'm saying that I'm losing interest, but... I kind of am. I know, it hasn't even been a week since our first date, but I'm used to things happening by this point. Or at least, the guy showing more interest than blowing off Avatar. At least he postponed it and didn't say "Hey, I can't watch Avatar with you tonight, sorry." I'm trying to remember that as a positive.
Another (smaller) highlight of the week though-
I'm going on an un-date with the Air Force Cadet!!! OMG! Okay, I actually don't think I've talked about him. He's this super attractive guy from one of my classes. I think he might just have one of the sexiest voices I have EVER heard. I'm not gonna lie, I'm really stoked to spend some time with him, so I can listen to him talk. I'm just going to ask him lots of long-answer questions. Seriously, his voice is SUPER deep, and I think deep voices are wicked sexy. AHHHH I gotta stop thinking about how sexy his voice is. Okay. Anyway, so for this class we're supposed to go out and do stuff. If I go into to much detail... yeah. In another post. One of the things we can do is this zipline up Provo Canyon. I've been wanting to do it for awhile, but it's one of those things I'm hesitant to do alone, because some things are lame when you're alone. So today Air Force and I were sitting there before class (I was SO smooth in sitting next to his stuff before he got back - he has a super recognizable laptop) talking about what we were gonna do. He said he was doing the zipline on Friday, and I said, "I think that looks so cool, I want to go do it sometime." He then proceeded to say that he was going to take his friend, but she ended up not being able to go. Long pause, during which I'm sitting there thinking 'Oh please oh please oh please ask me to go oh please oh please-' "Would you want to go?" Um, YES PLEASE. "Yeah, that would be sweet!" "Okay, cool. I don't have a car though..." "That's okay, I don't mind driving." (Which is true. Also it will mean he can see what a bamf I am for driving such a frickin' sweet car.) He then proceeded to ask me for my number (YESSSSSSSS) and then after I bribed him with the free M&Ms I scored from the vending machine, he sat by me in class. And then lent me his notes from last class, because I blanked on taking notes. THAT was totally him, and totally nice. He seems like a super nice guy, and I'm admittedly super intrigued about him, sexy voice aside.
Another (smaller) highlight of the week-
Getting to drive the MASSIVE Outdoors Unlimited truck today. I felt so freakin' tight driving that thing. It's BIG. And I have to say, I really love my boss. He kind of intimidates the crap out of me, but under his gruff and sarcastic exterior is one of the best men I have ever met. I'm talking humming along to "Just Fishin'" by Trace Adkins. And being a SUPER good guy. I just love him so much. He got us tons of crazy bread and pizza for the staff meeting tonight. I don't think I've ever eaten that much crazy bread in my life. Thanks G.
Since I should probably go work on homework, I'll just leave you with one of my all-time favorite Foo songs that they didn't play at the show (it's not much of a 'HUGE CONCERT' number). Enjoy. But REALLY LISTEN - the guitar harmonies are gorgeous.
SO ANYWAY!
FOO FIGHTERS!
So freaking incredible. Like... oh my freakin' gosh. I wanted to melt into a puddle in my shoes the entire time. Dave Grohl is SO GORGEOUS. Like.... oh my gosh. I would adopt polygamy for that man. He is so gorgeous. And so great on stage. And such a great singer. Oh my gosh. I know he's like, 40 (he's forty two actually, what a great age!) but he is drop dead sexy. I wanted to freakin' die.
Celebrity crush?
Ummmmmm.... very yes.
Anyway, the concert was fabulous. They are great live, super fun, entertaining, and super talented. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. Even though the people all around me were SITTING (at a GOSH DANG ROCK CONCERT, FOR SHAME) and I was all alone standing/dancing. Tad awkward, since I know that tons of people were staring at me. What gives though? I paid a pretty good chunk of money for that ticket, and I was not going to sit on my butt. I wish I could've gone to it twice for the price of one- once to watch, and dream over Dave, and once to dance around like a crazy fool and sing along at the top of my lungs. Because as fun as head-banging is, it is not terribly conducive to gazing lovingly at the lead singer. Don't say he's old enough to be my father, I know. But he's SO FRICKIN SEXYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Ay ay ay.
Anyway, that was a blast. Highlight of the week FO SHO.
Un-highlight of the week?
Mr. Butler postponing Avatar until tomorrow for a prior commitment he'd forgotten he'd made. Grrrr. Not that I'm saying that I'm losing interest, but... I kind of am. I know, it hasn't even been a week since our first date, but I'm used to things happening by this point. Or at least, the guy showing more interest than blowing off Avatar. At least he postponed it and didn't say "Hey, I can't watch Avatar with you tonight, sorry." I'm trying to remember that as a positive.
Another (smaller) highlight of the week though-
I'm going on an un-date with the Air Force Cadet!!! OMG! Okay, I actually don't think I've talked about him. He's this super attractive guy from one of my classes. I think he might just have one of the sexiest voices I have EVER heard. I'm not gonna lie, I'm really stoked to spend some time with him, so I can listen to him talk. I'm just going to ask him lots of long-answer questions. Seriously, his voice is SUPER deep, and I think deep voices are wicked sexy. AHHHH I gotta stop thinking about how sexy his voice is. Okay. Anyway, so for this class we're supposed to go out and do stuff. If I go into to much detail... yeah. In another post. One of the things we can do is this zipline up Provo Canyon. I've been wanting to do it for awhile, but it's one of those things I'm hesitant to do alone, because some things are lame when you're alone. So today Air Force and I were sitting there before class (I was SO smooth in sitting next to his stuff before he got back - he has a super recognizable laptop) talking about what we were gonna do. He said he was doing the zipline on Friday, and I said, "I think that looks so cool, I want to go do it sometime." He then proceeded to say that he was going to take his friend, but she ended up not being able to go. Long pause, during which I'm sitting there thinking 'Oh please oh please oh please ask me to go oh please oh please-' "Would you want to go?" Um, YES PLEASE. "Yeah, that would be sweet!" "Okay, cool. I don't have a car though..." "That's okay, I don't mind driving." (Which is true. Also it will mean he can see what a bamf I am for driving such a frickin' sweet car.) He then proceeded to ask me for my number (YESSSSSSSS) and then after I bribed him with the free M&Ms I scored from the vending machine, he sat by me in class. And then lent me his notes from last class, because I blanked on taking notes. THAT was totally him, and totally nice. He seems like a super nice guy, and I'm admittedly super intrigued about him, sexy voice aside.
Another (smaller) highlight of the week-
Getting to drive the MASSIVE Outdoors Unlimited truck today. I felt so freakin' tight driving that thing. It's BIG. And I have to say, I really love my boss. He kind of intimidates the crap out of me, but under his gruff and sarcastic exterior is one of the best men I have ever met. I'm talking humming along to "Just Fishin'" by Trace Adkins. And being a SUPER good guy. I just love him so much. He got us tons of crazy bread and pizza for the staff meeting tonight. I don't think I've ever eaten that much crazy bread in my life. Thanks G.
Since I should probably go work on homework, I'll just leave you with one of my all-time favorite Foo songs that they didn't play at the show (it's not much of a 'HUGE CONCERT' number). Enjoy. But REALLY LISTEN - the guitar harmonies are gorgeous.
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