-Follow Up-

In order to fully appreciate this post, I would Invite you all to refer to figure 3 from the post below. I believe we are referring to this boy as Douche from Math, yes?

Here's something that happened today that I thought you all might enjoy:

I was at dinner with the lovely TonyaMarie, Tyler, our boss and his wife, and a few others from work. They all had the pleasure of beholding this unprecidented picture message I recieved from said Douche:

The Caption read: Perfect for Rugby? -Bear.

Yes, his signature is 'Bear'. I asked him why... he said something to the effect of "juss cuz". There are two questions I would like to ask this boy:

1) What makes you think I want a picture of you, when I refused to send you a 'pic' just last week? I, in fact, told him that I don't like when people take a bunch of pictures of themselves, because it's cocky. --He probably thinks cocky is a good thing.

2) How many times did you re-take this photo, and how many girls did you send it to?

Enough about him.

The Inevitable Post About Boys... Here it is

So my last post was obviously right before school started. We are now well into our second semester.

I do apologize for this gap.

Now. I guess I'll recap my first semester at college then. It was hard. It was fun. Sometimes not so fun. My major is Biotechnology, but I reserve the right to cange my mind. Any time I tell people what it is, you'd think I had suddenly turned into moldy cheese judging by the faces they make. Sometimes it makes me make that face too.

We can't talk about college without talking about boys. And since people keep asking, I guess I'll release some details. I date this one sometimes -->

We get along. I can't do the relationship thing though. Just cant.

This is Marshall. He's from my work. Is it bad to go on dates with boys from work? Probably.

Then I probably shouldn't have gone dancing with Spenser from work either. He asked me to call him yesterday, but wouldn't tell me why. I didn't do it. First of all, I don't like talking on the phone. Second of all.. what do we have to talk about? We only went on one kind-of-date. Stupid BYU boys. Let me just pick out my wedding colors now. I like UVU boys much better.

We can refer to this one as Douche bag from Math Class. That's What he is, after all. He's the kind of boy that almost immediately asks for 'a pic'. I hate that. That's all.

-I seem to attract the short boys. Anybody reading this already knows this, but I had to say it. What's in the water around here? I want to date a boy that I'm not afraid of squishing. Ok from now on, feel free to give me something to write about! This one was a suggestion, and it's the only reason I'm writing. So ask questions maybe!

By the way, those cats in one of the posts below... all dead. Poor Ryan. He has now taken to standing motionless outside at night in the freezing cold. Why? We can't be sure. We think he's watching out for deer. He really needs a dog. They're more durable than cats, right?