Guys and Girls

Okay, this is never happening again. I never post two times in one day, much less two times in one month. However, my motivation has hit a new low. I am currently about 5000 feet above sea level and my motivation is on the bottom of the Dead Sea.

My friend and I were talking last night about how sensitive we want guys to be. Sure it would be wonderful and great to have the guy notice a the new haircut, the new shoes, or even when you are a little down. However, too much would just get too annoying. I need my guy to be guy through and through. He notices when I look cute and pretty, but I could care less if he noticed that I cut one inch off my hair. Of course, on my head, I would have to cut off about six inches for anyone (including females) to notice. I want my guy to watch sports and yell at the screen on occasion. I want him to have some knowledge about cars and to be able to work hard in the yard (with or without a shirt on!). I want him to be athletic and love to get out there and sweat, especially with me (I am only talking sports!). He needs to appreciate a good workout and yet still know how to clean up nicely. He needs to be nice and considerate and hopefully know how to cook because I fail in that area. I want him to notice me and to want to be around me, but still likes to go hang out with the guys. He can even play Halo on occasion, as long as he lets me play even though I suck at it.

Wow, I did not know that I had that many requirements for a guy. These are not actually requirements, so rest easy my future mate. My whole thing is that I want the guy to love me and notice me, but to still be all man. Some women may want sensitive guys, but I understand that guys and girls are wired differently, so when I want a guy I go to him, and when I want a girl I go to my sister or a friend. Too much estrogen is something that is too easy to come by I am afraid and so, therefore, I want a man.

Girls are mean, they have too many pet peeves, and they hold grudges. Girls expect others to always think of them and to do nice things for them. They don't understand that their boyfriend may want to have some alone time or hang out with the guys. Girls want everything to go their way and they talk and over analyze everything. Girls love talking about guys, guys they hate, guys they like, guys that they use for favors, guys that they don't like but don't want other girls to date. Girls want things done when they want them done and things done they way they want them to be done. Girls are also caring and sensitive and notice your shoes and your new haircut. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate girls, after all, I am one of them. I am just saying that sometimes it is nice to get a break and to hang out with the guys.

Guys communicate with grunts (or Wookie-speak) and they are interested when BYU brings in a different (terrible) quarterback. They won't listen when football is on and they don't really care who is around at any specific time. Unless, of course, the girl or guy is really annoying and they can't stand it anymore. Oh and guys eat, a lot. I made the mistake of leaving ice cream in my friends apartment and three guys consumed almost a half gallon of ice cream. They love food and don't complain about their weight - they do something about it. Guys can also give good advice. It is nice to see there perspective on things (especially when other guys are the topic of the conversation). Also, guys take out the trash.

All in all, guys and girls are a good mix. Too much of one can get annoying. I enjoy all my friends, male and female.

Are You Engaged Yet?

My wonderful mother and I had a long conversation last night. The only subject touched on was boys and my current dating status. Nothing about school, nothing about my family, friends or roommates, and nothing about my tennis game. She only wanted to know if I was close at all to getting hitched, which for the record is no. What is it about mothers that just want their daughters to get married? I understand the father's point of view - one less person to pay for, no longer having to deal with her shopping habits (which my are small compared to most, and I am easy to shop for. Anything works as long as it is pink). Not having to deal with another PMS-ing woman in the house or a flat tire or trying to convince the female that the oil does need to be changed every now and then (why, exactly?). Though, I also seem to think that some fathers are sad to see their girls go, though most won't admit it. Before, Dad used to be the one male they would go to if their upper-body strength was lacking or if they needed un-female advice (which can be a VERY good thing), but once she gets wed, Dad is not the number one man anymore. Of course, this is supposed to happen, but I imagine that it could be hard. Also, there is always the fear that the "perfect" man may not be so perfect and heartbreak (or possibly broken arms) could be in the future. However, even though the father may feel these things, I think he would be the last one to admit it.

Mothers, on the other hand just want their kids to be close. This is precisely why I am going to live someplace cold so that my beach-addicted mother will only visit on occasion (just kidding, she is not REALLY addicted to beaches!). A mother wants her kids to be happy, but happy with the man that she picks out and happy living and raising her grandchildren like she wants them to be raised. It must be hard to boss your kids around for their whole life and then suddenly, bam!, your advice is only wanted when needed. I really think that mothers are more attached to their children then fathers. This is due to the whole thing that men and women are wired differently. Mothers still wish to be a main figure of importance in their children's lives, and it is difficult for them to grow apart. This has to happen, but mothers don't worry. Children still value your opinion and will still come to you when a recipe goes terribly wrong, or they spill wine on their white table cloth.

All in all, every party involved in the whole marriage thing was advance warning. Unless the child elopes, there is meeting the in-laws and careful planning of a wedding (with the mother doing the most work, of course). So this separation of parent and child does not come as a surprise, but it may still be a sad day. One may say that it is a very happy day, which, of course, it is, but once you realize that their questions will be directed to their spouse and not you, you may get teary eyed for a minute, but then realize that you have three children still at home to terrorize.

I would like to end this post saying that I am very grateful for my parents. They put up with me and still give me advice without my asking. They are kind and caring and want me to succeed in life, not just in marriage. Oh, and for the record, after the terrorizing, homemade chocolate chip cookies were given out to the child with the most fear. So, I love you Mom and Dad (and step-mom and -dad) and keep up the good work. And remember, there are still more after me, so just because you may fail to marry me off, I am sure you will succeed with the younger ones. :)

Procrasti-Nation (The Student Union Building)

Okay, here I am supposed to be writing my paper on the photoelectric effect, and what am I doing? Procrastinating!! Last night, I will a little down, so obviously, no school work got done. I did see a pretty cool action flick, IRobot. It was fun, my favorite parts were when Will Smith was shirtless. Oh, and the special effects were pretty cool too, I guess.

So, after my homeworkless night, I wake up this morning with every intention of getting my paper done. I make it up to the library before ten o-clock where I promptly check my email and facebook and lookup cheesecake recipes. The cheesecake is for a friend, and I am confused because I don't even like cheesecake, yet I know that I will eventually bake one. After spending about thirty minutes on the internet, I leave the library and head over to browse the bookstore. I try on shoes, do everything within my power to not buy a pink BYU blanket or sweatshirt, and ultimately end up buying BYU chapstick. That made me feel better especially after I noticed that it said, "Feel the Love." What love, do you ask? Well evidently not the love of BYU because on top of that paper and that math take-home test due Monday, I have three homework assignments due Tuesday. But, I can't rest because I have a Philosophy paper due the Monday after Thanksgiving as well as extra credit for Physics. Where did my Thanksgiving break go? Well, it went to my friend Mary, who started her vacation the Friday before Thanksgiving.

Okay, back to my original procrastination. After buying my chapstick, I go up to the computer store and look for a pink flash drive. It does not matter that I already have a perfectly good flash drive, it is just that a pink one would be nice. Unfortunately, they were all out of pink (well I am assuming, because who would not want a pink flash drive?). It is then that I notice the pink iPod covers. Again, it does not matter that I already have a pink iPod cover, mine was just a little dirty is all. So I buy it and put it on, and boy I am happy so now, I am going to work on my paper!! I got as far as the bowling alley in the Wilk. I have not picked up a bowling ball in a while so I buy three games and bowl with all the middle aged men. My scores were not too bad, 122-132, considering I have not bowled in months. That was fun to throw 10-lb balls around and it was a stress relief.

So, now you are thinking that after that, that I am now ready to work on my paper. Well, that is what I thought too, and we would both be wrong. I tried to do my test, but then the football game was on, and the open-access lab was too close to the table where I was sitting. So, the moral of the story is, stop at the chapstick and do your work. It needs to get done however boring it may be. Suffer now through school where you can enjoy the rest of your life. Also, don't ever get on the internet when you know that there are temptations. Facebook, why are you there when your only purpose is to aid in procrastinating? As much as I hate Facebook, my account will still be there tomorrow, updated as usual.

A Romantic, What?

So it has been quite a while since I have updated. And quite frankly, nothing much has changed. BYU is still the same with the purpose still dating. The other day my home teacher asks, "Who was that guy I saw you talking to on campus?" My reply included, a friend, he has a girlfriend, to which the subject was dropped quickly. No sense in talking about him if he has a girlfriend, right?

Well, I might as well go out and admit something. All my life I have said that dating is stupid and that marriage has a point, just later in life. I have also maintained that swooning over a guy is retarded and that simply enjoy a guy's company is just the same as your roommate's. I express these thoughts to hide the real me. The romantic. It would be nice to have someone around that is going to be there and that you can count on being your friend. Simply just sitting next to him or holding his hand is nice and it is a sad day when that is taken away. Also for the whole marriage thing, as young and naive as I may be, it would be great if I were to wake up every morning and know that the person beside me loves me fully and I love him. It would be nice to just have one person that you can count on always to be there and to love you back.

Okay, now that I have realized what I have done, I will go back to being my normal self. The un-romantic girl that does not like babies. Or children for that matter (odd, since I want kids someday of my own). Flirting is fun and I can do it without any consequences because no guy will get the wrong impression cause he won't like me back. (PS If my eternal companion is somehow reading this [unlikely], please refer to the paragraph above). Therefore, I will have fun while I can, until the shackles of marriage get to me. Just a reminder - the paragraph above are my true thoughts, these are just my guards so that I won't ever get hurt. And the right one will come as a surprise, a very, very good surprise. These guards have worked for me thus far and they have not turned traitor. This is due largely to the fact that they get great benefits (optical, oral, and even sports-medicine!).

I write this not to admit that I am jealous of those in a true relationship (dating or marriage), or to make fun of them. I am just finally admitting that it is hard to be a single woman in the largest dating factory in the world. Again, I know that I am only twenty, but I figured I might as well admit the facts.

Disclaimer: If this somehow becomes known around the world, I will have to hurt anyone that spreads it. Granted, I did admit myself over the internet, but the purpose was not to vent or to be made fun of (though I am okay with that).