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.

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.

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!

Short.

I honestly don't have that much to say, because I'm a) exhausted, b) way too excited for this weekend, (skiing + Quidditch + Chris + BYU football... yeah, I don't have to explain ANYTHING to you) and c) about to go play Skyrim. Even though I am, yes, super exhausted. Skyrim > sleep.

An Eddie Bauer catalog came in the mail today. Man, if I could just dress like I walked out of that thing... or L.L. Bean... or Patagonia... or all of the above...

*** I had to give a little update... On the IQA Western Region's Facebook, Bear Train posted something about being mad that there weren't any pictures of them from the World Cup on the official website. I ended up commenting... pictures ended up getting found... And then Willis (the Fliers's keeper) said "Just go to the link I posted, and click on the picture twice. You might be interested in this one, in particular:

"

Let's just say, I blushed SO VIOLENTLY that I'm sweating...

But what can I say? He's like... the hottest thing on the planet... Seriously...

Beliefs.

So, I know you're all desperately waiting for a Skyrim post, but I've only played 12 hours of it (I know, what is WRONG with me?!) and I want to do it proper justice, so y'all will just have to wait. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for not giving my life completely to Skyrim, although I will admit that has way more to do with the Quidditch World Cup and Chris than it does with school.

Speaking of Chris... 26 hours until I see him again!!! Ahhhhhh I'm so excited. I'm picking him up from the airport (that had actually been the original plan, Thursday just got added on because we were dying to see each other and I'M SO GLAD WE ADDED IT!) and I'm just too dang excited to contain myself. Chris after 5 days + BYU basketball after 8 months = super fab day.

Finally went grocery shopping today. I have this pathological hatred of grocery shopping alone. I don't really understand it, it's completely illogical, but when I go to the grocery store alone, I immediately become super irritated and cranky. Stupid. Add one person into the mix though, and I'm perfectly complacent. It's so odd. But I've been eeking out an existence on... nothing... for days now, so it was good to have an actual dinner again tonight that didn't come from O&W's. I had salad, mmmmmmm so delicious.

Today Chris was like, "Man, I really wish you were here. We're just wandering around New York and I miss you like crazy." For one, awwww, for two, ME TOO. I would love to go to New York with the guy I love (not saying I love Chris! Yet...) and just walk around, holding hands, talking and taking in the sights and sounds of the big city. So next year, World Cup, it's finally going to happen. I've already started saving. Not a whole lot yet though, I need to pay off my tuition stuff first.

"I thought you were going on a mission." I've heard that a couple of times lately, mostly in response to my talking about my plans with regard to Quidditch. I haven't decided. I have been thinking A LOT about some valid points that my mother has brought up, and admittedly Chris's arrival in my life has a small part to play as well. Not that I'm saying I'm going to marry Chris instead of going on a mission, but if I go on a mission, he's not going to 'wait.' Which is fine, I wouldn't blame him. But if we dated up until I left, and then he married somebody else while I was gone...? That would be really difficult for me. I'm not even saying I've thought about marrying him, but it's something I could see developing eventually. And let's be honest, you and I both know that I prefer marriage (or even just committed relationship!) to 18 months of not even TOUCHING guys.

Plus, some of the returned missionary girls I know are uptight and hyper-righteous. The idea of me being that person scares me. There's nothing wrong with being hyper-righteous! I've just never been that girl, and I don't really want to be. The holier-than-thou mentality really bothers me. I've always been laid back when it comes to Church, in the sense that I haven't ever been the type to shove my religion down other people's throats. Growing up from pre-school to fourth grade my best friend was DEVOUT Catholic. In retrospect it wasn't really that long, but we were INSEPARABLE. We did everything together, and we played together probably every day. We kind of drifted apart when she started getting more into soccer and such (she ended up played at Louisiana Tech for a while, it was a huge part of her life) but those years were crucial for my development as a 'cool Mormon'. Honestly, whenever my non-member friends would say that to me, I would swell with this immeasurable pride. To this day I still strive to be a 'cool Mormon', even though it's admittedly a lot tougher since I go to freakin' BYU and I'm constantly surrounded by them.

I realize the Gospel is a big deal, and not something to be taken lightly. I don't take it lightly! I just feel like living the Gospel in the way that seems to be interpreted by some RMs as the 'right' way isn't necessarily correct, and it's certainly not my way. I want there to be an obvious difference between me and your average Christmas-Mass-attending-Jill, but I don't want it to be obnoxiously apparent to everyone on the planet that I'm LDS. Call it the glow, call it having the light of Christ in your eyes, whatever. I want there to be that difference, but not something that is overbearingly blatant. My degree from BYU is one thing that I hope will help set me apart as a Latter-Day Saint, but mostly I will end up living my religion quietly. To me, truly living the Gospel isn't being judgmental or putting myself above others because they don't share my views. One of my greatest and truest friends, Timber, is atheist. He knows my personal views and values, and respects me for sticking to them. But I've been to parties with him where people have been drinking, and people have even told him that I 'seemed really cool, she's actually Mormon?' I would wager that pretty much my only complaint about this wonderful state we live in is the mentality of Utah Mormons. Granted, not all Mormons who live in/are from Utah are Utah Mormons, but you know the mentality. And it bothers me.

Oh well, it's not really my problem anyway. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I haven't decided either way on the mission yet, but serving a mission might not be the best way for me to share what I believe. I'll keep you posted.

Tag.

Playing Skyrim today, I was wandering around in Solitude, and started talking to some kids, and they invited me to play tag with them. So I played tag. With little kids. In a video game. IT WAS SO COOL. I love you Bethesda.

Utah lost in the first round of playoffs to Texas A&M. >:[ I'm super disappointed/mad/sad. They deserved to do better. They should've done better. This World Cup certainly did not go the way they expected. They did well in their pool, 3-1, but... yeah. It's extremely disappointing.

Middlebury won, again. Double >:[ I do not like Middlebury, and next year I WILL beat them. Well, we will beat them. We being BYU. Although Florida did bring up a good point about the finals being on Sunday and that being a problem for BYU... (Florida is the girl who's pretty much in charge of BYU Quidditch, but hopefully I'll still end up as co-captain or something.) We'll see. We still have a year to recruit and train and get amazing.

Chris's phone has been dead pretty much all day, well actually pretty much all weekend. I don't want to be whiney but I'm not gonna lie, it's been a little rough on me. It's stupid and it shouldn't make me feel unimportant, but it does. Whatever, I'm a big girl, I'll get over it. I do tend to stress. But saying it didn't matter to me would be a lie.

Anyway, I need to go write my paper. And maybe 'skype' Chris, though I'm admittedly not really getting my hopes up. (I know, maybe third time's the charm, don't be so negative Jen!) It's been a bit of a disappointing weekend, besides Skryim (that post is coming soon, don't stress!).

Man, just look at that good-lookin' Quidditch player in the red... can you believe he's mine? When this picture popped up on twitter I nearly had a heart attack. And then I proceeded to yell at that guy to get his hands off my man.

Interview.

I'm going climbing tomorrow with Hands and Chris. Oh wait, you don't know who Hands is! Hands is the first boy I EVER held hands with. I was a freshman in high school, and I had been crushing on him for a long time. One day we held hands. We kept holding hands. I LIKED IT A LOT. Then four days later he 'dumped' me for this hoe bag. Don't worry, he thinks she's a hoe bag too. Anyway, I was mad. I didn't talk to him for a way long time.
A month or so ago, he added me on Facebook, fresh off his mission. And we've been chatting almost non-stop since. It's not really going anywhere, we both like other people, but it's nice to have good friends. Especially when those friends have known you for years.
Anyway, Hands is wanting to get more into climbing, so he practically begged me to teach him my ways. With some deliberation, I accepted. Tough decision. JK. He didn't beg. And the decision was not tough. I love teaching people to climb!
On a whim, since we're going to Momentum in Sandy (best climbing gym everrrrrrrrr), I invited Chris. And I think he's gonna come. And I'm super excited.

BECAUSE WE'RE CLIMBING, YOU DOLT. Okay, that's not all of it, you know me. But I am so excited to climb, it's killing me.

Interview with Sundance went pretty well. They asked some bizarre-o questions, like, "What is the purpose of life?" Um, what? I said it was to be the best person I could be and help others around me be better. I didn't want to get obnoxiously church-y on them. Not that I don't love the Church, I just... don't want to be one of those overbearing Mormons that only talks about the Church. One thing that was a little.... I dunno how to say, but when I had the second part of my interview with Jerry, the director of the snowsports school, whom I have met before, I told him that we had met, and that I had taken Neil Lundberg's ski instructor class. He said, "Oh, you're THAT GIRL."

Um.... what? He said he'd heard people talking about me, and I'm like, what the heck, "I hope it wasn't anything bad..." Apparently it wasn't. But who wants to be THAT GIRL, unless it's like, 'Oh yeah, THAT GIRL, the crazy awesome skier we pretty much are hiring on the spot but have to go through the motions anyway....' Unlikely.

Anyway. It's seven thirty and I don't want to do ANYTHING. I just want to eat junk food and read Lord of the Rings.

I really should do my homework...

EIGHT DAYS.

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.

Princess.

Heeeeeeeere it comes!
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xlqltw_coldplay-princess-of-china-feat-rihanna-full-studio-version-mylo-xyloto_music
There are no good versions of this on YouTube, so I can't imbed it as a video.

Anyway, I'm pretty much 100% addicted to that song.

Moving on, hung out with Chris (WoaSM) Friday night (hence the lack of post). Oh my heck. I can't say a whole ton because I imagine he'll read this at some point, but oh my gosh, we have so much in common, at almost the exact degree of common-ness. Wait that doesn't make sense. But we're extremely similar. It's great. He came down after the Sperry Symposium, where I made up all of the D&C class I missed while I was sick, and we went to Sammy's. Man, I love me a Sammy's burger. Muchly. They do their bacon JUST RIGHT.

Came back to my apartment, watched Dr. Horrible, and then started to watch Syriana. It... yeah, not what I was hoping for. We probably made it half an hour to forty five minutes into it before we were both like, this movie is not interesting at all. Let's just talk about Quidditch instead! :) It was fabulous. And Syriana might have panned out, but it didn't seem to be going anywhere. There were just a bunch of random stories that didn't even allude to any sort of connections. Maybe I'm just dumb and the movie was too smart for me. But whatever.

Anyway, we talked about Quidditch/our lives/Skyrim (he made fun of my for my desktop background! PLEASE! It's the coolest desktop background ever) until... late/early. It was great. He is great.

Seriously universe, a roundhouse kick to the face is coming your way.

I meant to post ALL WEEKEND, but I just didn't. All I've been doing is thinking about Chris/AFC. I have this bad habit lately of being interested, snagging them, and then second-guessing the heck out of myself.

I have a date with Chris on Friday (!) and I hope I can get things sorted out by then... If not.... Well.

Nervous.

I'm nervous about Skyrim. And I have no idea why.

I have absolutely no reason to be nervous about anything. My computer will be able to play it very well, if not perfectly. I know enough about the Elder Scrolls franchise and the quality of games that Bethesda puts out that I know I'll like it. I've seen enough material on it through YouTube that I know it's going to be an incredible game. I have seriously nothing to be nervous about.

Yet somehow... something is there.

Maybe it's because I played Oblivion for an hour or so today and was completely disinterested. (That may be because of Skyrim.)

Maybe it's because I've watched so much material that I'm afraid it won't be very surprising. (YEAH RIGHT.)

Maybe it's because I'm afraid that somehow I won't completely fall in love with it... (Unlikely.) I think this is because of the last video game I bought (The Last Templar I think it's called, it was like 10 bucks and looked really fun. It could be, but the controls are completely escaping me and I'm not interested in investing in a brand new game two weeks before Skryim) was so disappointing.

Eh, whatever. In TWO WEEKS my fears will be over anyway. I'll play like a crazy fool all night (seriously, if Oblivion is any indication, I literally will play all night until I have to...) go to class, then come home and play like a crazy fool until I have to go to work, then play like a crazy fool until I literally pass out.

I AM SO FREAKING STOKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And yes, I know that grammatically speaking adding more !s does not express more excitement. I don't care.)

Tonsillitis.

The good news: we know what it is.

The bad news: it's not going away anytime soon (we're talking, MAYBE Thursday. Crap).

Definitely wanting to throw rocks at the universe right now.

You know how, when you were little, and missing school to be sick was something you wanted, until you actually got sick, and then you hated it? Yeah, the only thing that changes in college is that your mom isn't around to take care of you anymore.

And that just stinks.

I am enjoying some quality RvB though. :)

But seriously, I am so tired of being sick. Being in so much pain you can't even sleep? Yeah, definitely not one of my favorite things.


One more thing before I go...

THERE IS A LIVE ACTION TRAILER FOR SKYRIM. (I typed a bunch of that holding the shift key down before I realized there's a caps lock button for a reason...) I peed my pants. Okay not literally. But.....

Do you understand now?

Blast.

And I was doing so well...

LOL. Things have been a little crazy around here. My HDMI cable arrived, as did my wireless keyboard and mouse, so I am currently blogging on my television. I admittedly kind of hate this keyboard, it takes very purposeful typing to get the message across properly. ("Are you mad at your keyboard?" "I type with purpose.")
Whatever.

Anyway, tomorrow I will tell you all about my week. :)

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.

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.

"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.

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.