My Latest Husband Checklist

Okay, so I have to admit, I've been watching lots of romance movies (most of which end up with hearwarming weddings and kids). Don't worry though, it hasn't gotten me desperate OR depressed because I'm "alone" *sticks out tongue at word 'alone'* which I think is silly, I want to remain single for awhile yet and just have some fun!

What it HAS done, is made me think alot about my future husband and what qualities I want him to have:

-Return missionary, OR at least a faithful Latter-day Saint with a strong testimony of the gospel, Jesus Christ, etc. who will go to church for himself and not for anyone else
-Has to be a cowboy or definently horse-oriented/horseback riding/ or willing and anxious to learn about horses and to ride
-Either a clean southern man with a southern accent, OR a native american, OR irish, OR italian (and I mean those with their accompanying accents)
-Preferably a good singer
...but at least has to know how to dance, or is willing and anxious to learn
-Tall, much taller than me seeing as how I want tall sons
-Brown hair or darker (as this is sort of a superficial request, as is the 'tall', it is flexible and depends on the person) seeing as how I dream of having the first black/dark brown haired baby/toddler/kid in our family (can't ya just see a cute little girl with dark brown hair pulled into braids?)

And last of all:

I need my first kiss to be under mistletoe, all complete with sparkling Christmas lights. I've decided that it's the ONLY way I will accept my first kiss, and it helps me resolve to not just let ANY guy kiss me. Though I'm doing a good job at keeping my kiss-free lips so far. (hahahahaha, no kidding)

And he has to propose good. For heaven's sakes he's got to be creative, I mean, it's gotta be something I'll remember forever.

*sighs dreamily* Okay! I'm out of my romantic mood now, this post was more of a distraction from something else anyways. I just thought I better blog this junk to show future generations.

Wonderment

I've always wondered if I will be the type of person to ignore my friends if I ever get a boyfriend. It's a curiousity since I've never had the experience. But it's been on my mind alot lately, 'specially if there's some lone nerd that has no friends at BYU Idaho that I end up taking pity on, befriending and then of course having to fall in love with them because they're so cute and no one else is available. I just read a book though called "As Always, Dave" and I've thoroughly decided that I simply canNOT marry a man from Utah or Idaho, or that fits the criteria and mindset of a typical mormon guy. And I mean the not-so-delightful typical mormon guy, the kind that is SO mormon and not so much like a NORMAL person.

So this means I'll have to find an out-of-state nerd, even if he's from Oregon :-P

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A fresh newly bound spiral notebook that is full of blank pages is so satisfying to open. You can take your brand new pen and just write. Most of the time though, the pages end up covered with you and all your friends' full names written in print, cursive and in that little curly text you learned writing love letters to a crush in 6th grade.

And no, I do not speak from experience. My admirations have always leaned towards the more fuzzier species of males.

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One can only mourn the loss of privacy as they choose to relay their innermost thoughts, doubts, self and other criticisms, fears and distresses on a public blog. An actual paper journal requires too much hand strength, I'm afraid, to tempt me to write in it every time I need to spill words. So I will have to satisfy myself with being consciously vague as I sit here with a thesaurus and depict what is happening within my brain.

Everyone - I personally believe - is entitled to their own self pity party every-once-in-a-while. Not a public pity party where they invite the sorrows and condolences of the outside world to rain down on their expressed distresses, but a personal and self pity party. This would be one where you feel sorry for yourself, allow sodium based liquid to drizzle quietly, and where you treat yourself to one or many indulgences that would normally make you feel guilty as soon as thought entertains them. By this I mean: eating excessive amounts of food (mostly the yummy stuff we shouldn't touch like sugars and partially hydrogenated oils); having a spur-of-the-moment movie marathon; staying up all night reading; allowing yourself to stay online all night; playing hours of playstation until your eyes burn and your head throbs with one of those dreaded "behind the eyes" headaches, or the like! Except for buying yourself stuff, that is one thing for which you should always feel guilty. You can always eat better, get up and exercise, and even start going to bed earlier. But you can't replace money - so I've unfortunately learned. >.<
Anyways, so it's been ages since I've sponsored one of these affairs, and so I do tonight. Although, due to newly brushed teeth, I shall keep to reading a book all night instead of inhaling exorbant amounts of food.

Why the need for it? The idle monotony of today has created boredom; vain anticipation caused me to unwillingly neglect my equine; my parents decided to ruin the plans that I had planned by saying they were going out, then they didn't, but my engagements were fruitless and in vain; the sluggish speed at which our internet moves has made cause for irritation and utterhelplessness, so I ended up ending something I was just beginning to enjoy and -THUS- adding another reason on my list of 'Subtle Divisons' from my elder siblings and in-laws. So, now I am completely disappointed in ten more ways than one and I must retire to my bed where I can pity myself all night long and awake in the morning at ANY time I choose since I have no work.

Ya know, for Thursday night being my new "Friday" night (seeing as how I work Saturday mornings but not Friday mornings) it pretty much SUCKED today.

I want it really bad!

I'm waiting for my packet of info about my Major from BYU Idaho, my registration packet for the home Showing stuff from Aspen, "Celtic Feet" from a seller on Amazon, "Jean Butler's Master Class" from a DIFFERENT seller on Amazon, and there was something else but I can't remember. :( Hopefully it all comes soon, I'm daggone anxious!!!

Speakin' of which... I need to go order some equine supplies. And I KNOW that Jeffers Equine is reliable and quick!

More To-Do Lists

I am forever making more and more To-Do lists, but they help me immensely. So far I've done everything but 4 things on my To-Do list, and sadly will only finish 3 of them. One is to work on Laura's Sunday book for an hour and a half, but it's already 4:00 and I've still got to finish scrubbing/cleaning my shower, exercise and get Mom to order my final exam for Government.

Anyways, I've attempted to step back up into motivated-successful-active days again! I did so well the two weeks before last, but last week I just slugged off! For one, I was utterly sore from work, so I only exercised twice, and Sarah and them came Tuesday so I stayed up till midnight and then Saturday night I stayed up till like 5:00am!!! >.< Last night I went to bed at 10:45. I'm working on going to bed earlier and earlier so I can wake up at 7:00 without problems! I would've exercised this morning when my alarm went off at 7am, but I turned it off then closed my eyes and when I opened them, by golly it was 7:50!!!! I really do NOT remember falling asleep or keeping them closed for longer than 5 minutes! Usually, when I do something like that I realize "Hey Mary, you cheat you really did fall asleep or kept your eyes closed for 45 minutes" but this time I didn't even realize it! I don't remember falling asleep or dreamin' or anything! Which is crazy, because if I do that I usually have a short dream.

Anyways, sorry there's no pictures, I guess I'll find one to add later so that Sarah can read my blog. >_>

Dance.

I told Jennifer (my dance teacher) today that I wouldn't be able to do recital. GEEZ! I'd been SO afraid to tell her because I thought she'd get mad. Well, she was a little like "Gosh, well I'm not sure what I'm gonna do/I can't change the choreography!" talking about the clogging dance, and I felt terrible. Then she turned kinda saddish (although it was like sad fake crying with a pouty lip thing) and she made me feel so bad I wanted to cry! I'm not that sad about not doing the recital or finishing the dance year, I'm excited to go to college!!! But I do regret it a little. I really was excited for the recital, determined to have a good tight 5th position and kick my butt EVERY time I did a single back or triple in Irish. And then Jennifer was like "Don't let yourself feel bad, after all it's church and you need to put what you believe in first. I understand, it's God and you need to do what you put first." Wow. I guess she thinks I'm going to church school to learn about church or become a Preachess!!!! Hahahahahaha! My explanation was a bit dramatized though, just so she'd take pity on me, and I ain't ashamed to admit it. I am EXCITED to go to BYU Idaho and I don't want anyone to bring me down!

Kristen did say she'd take my place in recital so Jennifer doesn't have to change it. YES! I love Kristen, she's the BEST! Only problem is Jennifer wants me to make sure that it won't conflict with her job at the YMCA and that she'll be able to come to a couple of classes. Luckily, Jennifer says she has another alternative if Kristen isn't able to do it after all. *PHEW* Thank goodness! Bless Kristen's heart. She's the bomb.

Due to sore muscles, tiredness, lack of motivation, dry skin, coldness, etc. I am EXCITED that I don't have to work tomorrow morning! YAY! And it's only nearing the end of my first week there! hahahahahaha