Poking

I almost forgot about blogging.

So I am currently in my hometown.

It is so. much. fun.
slight sarcasm

It's actually fantastic being with my family,
and being blessed with work and
I am making money.
shopping perhaps?

But it also has caused me to be on facebook.

And I need to talk about Poking.

Tonight.
I poked someone.

Not to be confused with Lonesome Dove style poking
for those of you who know the reference,
my deepest love for you

Ok.
So there's a boy.

And he's cute.
if he's reading this,
you must know I think you're cute

And I may have been looking at his facebook page....
creeper... i know
we've all done it

And for some reason
my finger pushed the poke button.

All of the sudden I poked him

And not just like by accident.
I mean it was.
But let me explain the poking process for those of you who don't know.

You push Poke.
Then it says:
Are you sure you want to poke *insert name of person*?
you click either YES or CANCEL.

It's not like it was accident.

My fingers
took over.

And pushed the YES button.

Here's the thing about the boy....
again if the boy is reading this,
I'm terribly sorry
&
I hope you find this somewhat
endearing?

... Ok. So I met him.
We talked
We laughed
Hung out again.
We talked
We laughed.

Basically what I am getting at is:
Nothing major has happened,
and I don't really know him yet
So this whole poking story is being blown out of porportion in my brain
which is currently on anti biotics that are changing my personality apparently.
What I'm trying to get at is:
I'd like to get to know this boy.

I think I've mentioned this in my other postings...

But I am an awkward person.
I really am.

Especially around cute boys.

#mydownfallinlife

You gotta love the honesty

I have exceptionally funny people in my life.

They continually make me laugh.

Which is great.

Someone has said to me recently
which is still killing me every time I think about it:
"Seriously, If your getting played,
I'll believe Santa exists,
cause that's crazy"

Never-mind the getting played part,
(which is probably true.. I most likely am)
It's the reference to Santa that kills me.

Here's whats been on my mind lately
as I and my fellow coexisters of this planet
specifically Rexburg
battle dating
and the ever-changing rules
of when to text
when to talk
what to say
and when...

What happened to the good ol' days?

I had to interview someone of another generation
about gender roles and how they've changed over the years.
So me being the over achiever that I am,
and also the history buff that I am..
I interviewed three people from another generation.

Here's what I have found.

Boys of my generation really need to step it up.

Boys of the generation of my mom,
they asked girls out.
They took girls dancing,
(no sammies does not count as dancing, or any other DJ'd "party")
to dinner,
&
to the movies.

Boys of my Grandma's generation
also asked out girls,
for dancing, dinner, and a movie.
(side note, they were also flying across the ocean to fight a war for freedom at the ages of 18-19)


So my challenge to all you single boys out there,
not even in Rexburg,
but in the world.

Lets go back to the good ol days of courting.
And having fun.
Not dating just out of obligation, or to hook up.
And this hanging out crap?
If you see a girl you're interested in,
ask her out on a date.
Lets get off facebook, and in the real world.

That's my plea.
Because I have gorgeous friends,
& and I see gorgeous girls,
and I hear them say they don't go on dates,

and I really want to know why.

Can someone please tell me?

Is this a generation of pansy boys?

<3

Call me a safe bet.... I'm betting I'm not

I decided that maybe adding pictures to my blog might liven things up a bit around here. I know that there are some people that have a hard time reading, if there are no pictures, so I will cater to that demographic as much as everyone else. I know... You can thank me later.

This picture is currently my desktop background picture on my computer.

Also.... This reminds me of me.
Caged
Bored
Lonely
But also...
Fierce ;)

Steve and I went to Utah this weekend.

We did absolutely nothing.
It was....
Marvelous.
No responsibilities
No obligations
No plans.
Just being.

But coming back to Idaho is somewhat depressing.

Being away was a distraction from... Life.
But being back here...
I am not distracted...
whats the word I am looking for...
not focused...
...But aware.
Aware of....life.

I'm not making sense,

Do I ever make sense?


"What they call love is a risk,
cause you will always get hit out of nowhere
by some wave
and end up on your own."

The Old Man is Snoring....

This is my last week of work...
It was really sad for me
until one kid at work called me a brat.

And then for some reason I wasn't sad anymore.

I think I need to go to a dream therapist.
My dreams have been so vivid and stressful,
that I wake up needing a nap.

I woke up today, and it was raining against my window,
And for a moment,
I thought I was in Oregon.
It was wonderful.
Then I realized I was in Idaho.
snap back to reality

I'm attempting to do homework.
Its not working because:
1) I am at home
2) My wonderful roommates are here
3) I am distracted by the internets
4) The reading I am doing
is not as interesting as my
roommates or internet.

Rain or Shine.
I crave Ice Cream.
its somewhat of a problem

We had pizza and soda tonight
for dinner.
It was fabulous.

I haven't worked out in weeks.
FAT.
*please refer to the YouTube video "Harvard Sailing Team: Boys will be Girls"

Which brings me to my next point.

I never watched YouTube video's till I came to College.
Facinating right?
cool story hansel.

This might cause some people to think I am high maintance, but I'm really not.... Seriously.

People are always surprised to hear that
I HATE camping.

Here are the reasons I hate it
before you all attack me:
1) I hate being cold. At some point during camping, being cold happens.
2) I hate being uncomfortable when I am sleeping. At some point there is a rock under your sleeping bag that is poking you. Always.
3) I hate smelling like campfire smoke.
4) I hate eating thing that taste like campfire smoke.
5) Whenever you eat, you almost always get dirt in what ever you are eating.
6) A woodpecker wakes you up at THE CRACK OF DAWN (usually around 5).
7) I also hate bugs.
8) I am completely incapable of peeing outside.


At this point in the conversation of why I hate camping, someone always says...

"If you went camping with me, you wouldn't hate it."

Here is what I would say to them, that isn't mentioned in the list above.

I am terrified of the dark.
I am also terrified of wild animals attacking me.
So at some point in the night,
of me not really sleeping,
and you being dead asleep
I am going to wake you up because:
a) I am scared,
b)I have to go the bathroom
c) I am cold.
d) all of the above plus some.

Therefore,
you will never take me camping again.
Because camping really isn't fun for anyone.
I'm not sure why people do it.

My style of camping:
A hotel.
Room service.
Pedicures.
A comfortable bed.
A toilet.
A shower.
A place to brush my teeth.
No wild animals attacking me.
Waking up to a beautiful continental breakfast.


See?
Which would you pick?!

You See What I Did There?

When Harry Met Sally
might be one of my top 10 FAVORITE movies.

I love that they get together at the end.
Oops.
Just ruined the movie.
As if you didn't know how it was going to end up.
Puh. Lease.

It makes girls hopeful that guys will maybe act charming someday,
without being provoked.

I have yet to see it.

Last night, both my two besties, and myself
ALL HAD DATES.

That never happens.
Because I am convinced that guys don't ask out girls.
Except this weekend...
THEY DID!

I went rock climbing.
OUTSIDE.
It was fabulous.
I was so proud of myself.
I made it all the way to the top!
I thought it was cool.
I even scraped my finger.

I know.
I'm HardCore.

Ramblings from a Harry Potter fan.

Hello Readers of mine.
Oh how I've missed you.
With the weather starting to get warmer...
(a balmy 50 degrees out! yay!)
My mood and wittiness is starting to come back.
So watch out!

Its amazing to me how going to Utah for a weekend
is somewhat exciting...
No offense people of Utah or Idaho
But Idaho just isn't cutting it anymore.
I'm not sure what it's supposed to be cutting.... but whatever it is, it isn't getting cut

Ok. SO.

There's this cute guy in one of my classes.
We smile at each other, and he looks at me sometimes.
I think he's cute
I just realized I put that twice. How embarrassing.
But, we have never talked to each other.
Sometimes after class I try and walk out with him but he is too fast!
Maybe he just looks at me and smiles because
there is something on my face.
Or in my hair.
Or my clothes are messed up somehow.
Thoughts?

So I've been reading Harry Potter
in the mornings
when Brooke and I work out
and it always makes me wish I was a wizard.
Especially Hermione.
Because she gets to hang out with Harry,
but I would much rather end up with one of the twin brothers.
No offense Ron.
But she is also super smart, and knows all the spells.

Which reminds me of a funny story
my friend Jenn told me, about her sister.
So. Her sister was on a first date I believe.
Casually at some point she had said
"50 points from Gryfindore"
and the guy looks at her, dead serious, and says:
"You have no authority to that."

Every time I think of that, I giggle.

Anyway. That's all for now.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there.
I sure miss mine. <3