Marriage is...having someone who will slap your enemies and then toss their dead bodies out of airplanes.

Quick Thought...or two:

I've been watching a lot of Bones recently.  I find it quite cathartic.  I relate to Brennen in a way.  She's very smart, and very different from everyone around her, which is what makes her successful in her job, but also creates a distance between her and most of the people around her.  Obviously, she's both smarter and more socially awkward than me, but it seems like she's less isolated than I sometimes feel.  She has the rest of her team, that while all different, have strong ties to each other.  They frequently prove that they are willing to risk anything for each other.  I'll never be a part of a team solving crimes, and I never expect to be a part of a group of people that would HAVE to risk their lives for each other, but I still envy that bond.  If people as totally backward as Brennen or Zack (I'm still watching season 2) can have that...why can't I?  

I also love that Bones and Booth are so different, have such huge differences in their beliefs and outlooks on life, and yet respect each other...everyone should treat each other that way.  Who cares if we see the world differently?  We still live in it together!

FYI - the title is a quote from the episode "the Spaceman in a Crater"...out of context it is particularly funny, I think.  In case you're curious, it's actually Bones' last line in the episode.

Boys give me Shingles!

So it's been a while since I posted...

A couple weeks ago my roommates had a "Pie Party."  Basically, we had a bunch of people over to eat a bunch of pies, and it was fun.  We ate pie, hung out, and played Mario Cart on Game Cube.  Towards the end, Lindsay's friend Chris came, and brought a friend named Adam. I later learned that Chris intended to set him up with Lindsay.  Unfortunately, he liked me better.  I don't really understand where that came from.  I talked to him for a total of five minutes, about the most basic things..you know, name, what you do...yeah, that's about it.  He followed me into the kitchen when I went to make myself some chili (for those of you who are worried about my eating in front of guests...most people had left, and we were kinda hoping the rest would too...), and asked me out.  I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say, he got pretty excited when I didn't shoot him down right away, and upped the ante immediately.  I'm not sure what he would have settled on; dinner, a movie, ice cream, and a bunch of other things were all mentioned...Somehow I ended up giving him my number. He called the following Monday, but I was currently talking to my mom and didn't answer.  It was a restricted number anyway, and I didn't know it was him until I checked my voice mail.

The following day, Tuesday, I went to Crown Burgers between classes.  I noticed the guy getting his order before me, like anyone does, but didn't think anything of it.  After I got my fries and Sprite, I sat in my usual spot and pulled out my book.  I did notice the guy before me was sitting with some girl, and figured they must have come in together.  In retrospect, maybe she was a victim like me.  I was there for about 15 minutes or so when I look up to see this same guy standing next to my table.  He asks in broken English if he could sit down.  I didn't see a real reason to say no, so the next thing I know I'm being treated to his life story, and his testimony, and his goals in life.  Of course, he also asked me about each of those things as well.  He wanted to hear about my childhood, and my testimony, and everything.  One of the first things he told me was that he was from Peru.  One of the last things he told me was his name, Martin.  He told me all about how he intended to treat his future wife, always pointing at me when he mentioned her...by this point I was a little freaked out.  When he asked if he could see me again, I just said that I usually go there between classes on Tuesday and Thursday, and if he wanted to meet me there again, he could.  I didn't intend to go there again for a while, but at least I was being honest and not totally shooting him down, right?  Well, here's where he says that he lives in Provo and doesn't get up to Salt Lake very often, so it would be better if we could get together on the weekend...and I'm such a sap, and unable to say no, that I ended up giving him my phone number, and email address...and yes, even my address....although I didn't say what apartment number...and it is protected by an access code.  When we left, I had the opportunity to be reminded of what I only noticed in passing before...that he's almost a whole head shorter than me.  He also talked about how he didn't think it was a coincidence that we met, and how excited he was to see me on Friday.  I was really wishing I had gone to Subway for a salad about then. 

Martin started texting me after that...and I got another call from Adam while I was in class the next day, and was unable to answer.  It was about this time that I really started getting concerned about the weird pain in my left leg, and the strange rash I had...I did some online research and all I could find that seemed to match was Shingles.  After talking to mom, who said that you want to get in right away with shingles, I made an appointment for Thursday.  After a ridiculous amount of time spent lost on the University of Utah Campus, I made it to the doctor.  Sure enough, I had shingles.  The doctor asked if I was particularly stressed, and all I could think about was the guys asking me out that I didn't want to go out with...let me tell ya, that stresses me out plenty.  So basically, I blame my shingles on unwanted attention from boys.

In case you were wondering, I did manage to get out of my dates with both of them...by an excuse to Martin via text, and not returning Adam's calls...I am admittedly a total chicken.  I'm also happy to say that my shingles are almost gone after a week on my anti-viral meds.  I haven't been back to Crown Burgers though...Salads are better for me anyway, right?