Sometimes I'm Really Not Much of a Girl...

This won't come as a surprise to anyone who really knows me, but I'm not a very girly person.

Oh sure, I like cute clothes, I love boys, I enjoy being told a secret far more than I should, and I over-analyze EVERYTHING. But...I'm somehow not the same...

Last night I was up late doing whatever, and Christina came home from work at around 1:45, the usual time. She came and sat with me, and we chilled on the couch, each doing stuff on our respective laptops, occasionally making comments to one another about this or that. At around 2:20, I looked up and said, "Hey, you wanna play some Xbox?"

Backstory: My brother-in-law gave one of my brothers an Xbox for Christmas years ago, and then when he went on his mission, Davis and I got to use it. It was seriously the best (Tomboy symptom #1: I freaking love video games). Then when Cory came home, he obviously wanted it back, and so we haven't had it around since then. Then a while ago, Cory texted me saying he didn't want it anymore and that I could inherit the Xbox if I wanted. I was SO excited. So now I have an Xbox and a bunch of games. Whoo!!

So anyway, Christina was like, "Yeah, sure." So we turned on the Xbox and played far longer than we should have, wreaking our destruction and recklessness on the virtual automobile world. It was brilliant. :)

I dunno....I don't usually care much about looking cute, I don't weigh myself every day, I prefer action movies to chick flicks, the list goes on. I think that criticizing yourself for attention is dumb. I actually like my image, surprise surprise. 

So I just finished my last day of classes of my first day at BYU. I've lived in the freshmen dorms all year in an apartment with five other girls.

Boy, has that been an adventure.

I seriously love my roommates. They're the best. We've gone through ups and downs of course, and we've done drama like only girls can, but it's been so much fun. 

It's also been really interesting to realize just how unlike most girls I actually am, and yet just how much of a GIRL I can be sometimes. 

I guess the point is that while most of the time I'm not much of a girl, in all reality, I really am one. Just don't expect me to be all girly with you, because honestly, I may or may not be pretty annoyed at you. Then again, I could totally be up for squealing and talking 100 mph with you. Depends on the day, I guess. In the meantime....I do believe I'm going to go beat up some storm troopers on Star Wars Battlefront 2. Catch ya later! :D

That is all. 

The Way We Remember

I've always been a pretty sentimental/nostalgic person. I feel like this isn't a secret. At all. So it shouldn't come as a surprise when I say that when I'm bored, I go back and look through old pictures.

In this way, Facebook is my best friend. It provides instant access to all the nostalgia I've ever wanted. I've even solved the someone-is-trying-to-chat-with-me-but-I-don't-want-to-lose-my-place-in-this-photo-album problem. Hooray!! 

Unfortunately, I realized semi-recently that if I want pictures to look at LATER of the cool things I'm doing NOW, I have to be the one to take them...So recently I've been toting my camera around everywhere, snapping shots of everyone and everything. Sometimes I kind of feel like a dork, because no one really wants their picture taken (which is saddening), or they really want their picture taken (which is.....well, yeah...), but I decided that I care more about having visual proof that I did cool things in college. 

Someday, when I'm like 98 years old, I'll gather all my little great-grandchildren around me, and we'll look at my super old, super awful quality pictures on our holographic screen. I'll say things like:

"See this? This was the Festival of Colors way back 70 years ago!! See how much it's changed since then? What? Oh, yes, that's me. Yes, that girl with about an inch thick of chalk caked on her face."

"Oh, haha! I had forgotten about this! Back in the day, Apple made these silly laptops called Macbook Pros (if you saw one now you'd never believe people used to think those things were 'pro', haha), and iPhoto back then was completely ridiculous! Anyway, it would automatically stretch your face like this to make your eyes all big or your face all fat. Good times..."

"Oh my goodness, I forgot how terrible the styles were back then! This one was waaaayyyy back in 'ought nine when I was in high school!"

My great-grandchildren will all be squirmy and/or falling asleep, but I'll make them sit there with me as I pontificate into eternity about how "back in my day" things were different.....

Anyway, in conclusion, pictures are the best way to remember. And I hope I live until I'm 98 so I can show all my great-grandchildren (who will, with any luck, be just whacko as me) all the stuff I used to do back in the olden days....

And then maybe I'll pull out some super old MP3's (which will long since be outdated) of Journey or something, and we'll listen to some REALLY old music!! Haha, yes!! 

It's a bright future.

That is all.