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.)

"Wow."

Is wanting to be 'wowed' by my wedding photos too much to ask?

I feel like, in my years of being a wedding photographer (ha, yeah, seriously, so many years, so many weddings) I have looked at literally tens of thousands of wedding images by hundreds of different photographers.

And I've stopped seeing anything particularly new or exciting.

Granted, every time I look at anything shot by Jonathan Canlas, I get this ache in my heart that longs for him to shoot my wedding, but my poor father would have a heart attack if I told him I wanted to spend six grand on wedding photos, so I quietly put that dream on the shelf a long time ago. It's okay, I don't mind. There have got to be some decent and relatively well-priced film shooters out there, right...?

Why film, you ask?
The feel.
The look.
The demand it has on a photographer to know his/her craft, dangit.

It's not a DEAL BREAKER. If I can find a photographer who makes me think, "Hey, those are actually really great," who shoots digital, so be it.

But somewhere, DEEP DOWN, I really want my wedding shot on film. There's something so incredibly romantic about film that I just can't help but want for my wedding.

Wait, wait, wait, you think. Um... why is this crazy talking about wedding photos? She doesn't even have a boyfriend.

Yeah, yeah, I know. But I'm a girl. A MORMON girl. A Mormon girl who goes to BYU. Yeah. And I also happen to have some stake in the wedding industry. So I look at wedding photos. A ridiculous amount. It kind of consumes my life, truth be told. Have you SEEN my wedding pinboard? Yeah. That's just the tip of the iceberg.

I don't know why I'm so bothered by this. Or why I'm even bothering to think about it. It's probably going to be at least three years until I get married... (Mission + year-long dating.)

Anyway, today was good. I got new tires, and aced a quiz on reading that I admittedly did not even do. Ha! Yeah. However, Excel is leeching my life force right out of my body. My entire brain hurts... Is this what thinking feels like? Tomorrow night and Saturday are gonna be fuuuuuuuuuun!

myITlab.

GRRRRRRR I hate myITlab. It's so dumb. It just makes me hate this stupid class more than anything else on the planet.
GRRRR.

Okay. I'm okay.

Today was decent. I texted Mr. Butler (against my better judgment) and all I got back were like, two responses. So, that was a little lame. I'm not going to freak out about it or anything yet, because that's a tad ridiculous. However, it was a little unusual. Okay, not all that unusual. He didn't text me at all on Saturday. But it's really making me feel like I need to stick to my guns more than ever on this one. Let him be the man, and all that jazzy fizzle.

Honestly though, it's so frustrating. When it doesn't involve me, I feel like I totally have guys figured out. But as soon as you throw my being interested into the mix, you throw my powers of discernment out the window. So I've come to the conclusion that INTEREST CLOUDS JUDGMENT. And therefore, I will not make any judgment. At all. I will show interest, but I refuse to think about him all the time.





Yeah... that's not really working.

Registration.

So, today (or rather, yesterday, since it's technically Tuesday now) I registered for fall semester. I'm only taking 12 credits but it felt like a ridiculous amount of work to register for them. I'm taking Dance 280 (yay! I love social dance!), both of the ISYS classes (bleckkkkkkk), Doctrine and Covenants, a Rec Management class that I can't remember the name of, and a careers class. At least, I think that's all of them. Overall it really doesn't seem like too hard of a semester but I've got to be honest, this whole not going to school thing is really floating my boat. Granted, in the real world I can't just go to the barn and play instead of working or going to school or whatever, but I would be perfectly happy to clean tack or shovel crap or whatever as a job. Professional groom? My parents might think that's a lame loser job, but I think it sounds freaking awesome. Especially because I could be good at it. I feel like horses tend to be drawn to me. That could just be desperately wishful thinking, but part of why I spend so much time at the barn is that I want to get horses. Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of things and sometimes I feel like a total idiot. Generally whenever Rachel is around I feel like a total idiot, but it's not her fault. Compared to her, I am a total idiot. I'm getting there though. Thanks to people like Sally (LOVE HER!) and the internet, and of course, the horses, I'm getting the hang of things. Slowly but surely. We'll get there, maybe by the time I die.