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?

Smashed.

My leg.

By my TV.

No, seriously. I turned my back on it and it POUNCED. Like a tiger.
And it totally creamed my leg.

This picture does the bruise NO JUSTICE, in addition to making my totally not fat leg look fat.

Anyway, my leg hurts, and the pouncing tiger is dead. Kind of. It clicks a lot when you try to turn it on, and that's all that happens.

BUT!

My roommates are freakin' awesome.

You are looking at 32 inches of beautiful, baby. I love you guys.

So, anyway, on another kind of not-so-happy-but-has-a-happy-ending note, my computer is almost dead. I am blaming myITlab. You suck, iSys. You really suck. Seriously, you suck the life out of everything. Me, my beloved Dell... So anyway, because I'd really rather not have my computer die on me when I'm smack dab in the middle of a COMPUTER class, and then have to replace it in a panic and write frantic emails to my professor about how my computer died and oh my gosh, please give me some time to turn stuff in! Does that sound fun to you? Yeah, me neither. 

After several days (intense days, mind you) of research, I found THE PERFECT COMPUTER. To sum up- Toshiba, 17 inch screen, full number keypad (oh, how that will make my Excel class SO MUCH BETTER!) included on my BACKLIT keyboard (HUZZAH!), 6gb ram, 640gig hard drive, NVIDIA GeForce graphics... I could go on, but I might start drooling. With some .edu email address awesomeness, I got a good deal on it, WITH Office 2010. Yeah. Office 2010 is like 200 bucks. Yeah. Don't even think about questioning my awesomeness. HA.

Oh, and remember how I was stressed about Skyrim? Yeah, this computer is going to kick Skyrim's scaly dragon tail. Ya wanna know the best part? Toshiba laptop + HDMI cable + HDTV = 32 INCHES OF SKYRIM AWESOMENESS. (Again, best roommates ever.)

On another note, got asked on a date by Mr. Butler. Yeah, he's in my ward. Yeah, he's my home teachers' roommate. Yeah, they promised me they'd find some guys to date me. Yeah, I'm ridiculous.

But seriously, I want to do stuff and meet people and I totally admit I don't like asking guys out. Today at work Mr. Lindy Hop, How I Met Your Mother, and umm.... my other coworker (code name TBD) were talking about dating, and marriage, and my mission, and I realized that part of my reason for wanting to date a lot of different guys is so that I don't find 'the one.' Because the idea of finding 'the one' (okay, there's no such thing as 'the one' but I have nothing else to call him right now) before my mission freaks me out. I am not ready to be married. I want to be ready, oh my gosh I want to be ready, but I'm not mature enough. I'm NOT one of those girls who's going on a mission to postpone marriage, but one of my more selfish reasons for wanting to go is so I can GROW THE HECK UP. It's a bigger reason than I'd like to admit, but the more important reasons are the real reasons. 

Growing up is just a bonus.

36 days.