Saturday, June 18, 2005

Elaboration

Alright, so I'm a bit addicted to 24. I'm currently in the middle of season 2 with Uffish and my sister (Who's out here for college, and living with me--I'm really excited aount it. :). So...I guess this is my question--does anyone have season 3 on DVD? If you do, and if you're anywhere near the Provo area, is there some way I can borrow it?

I could like...make you cookies or something....pleeeeeeeeeease?

Friday, June 17, 2005

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

...Cause it's Witchcraft....

So, this evening I had my third date in the past 10 months. The guy wasn't someone who was terribly attracted to me. He's just a guy in the ward. Our ward's friendship committee had set up something they called the "mandate." Basically, the thing was a ward activity that made you go in couples, and a guy in my ward asked me to go with him.

I think someone out there is practicing voodoo...

See, we get to the park and start throwing a frisbee and a football around with two other couples. About 45 minutes into the date, Senor Really-Taller-Than-I-Am dives for the frisbee and lands on his shoulder. Up to this point in the evening, he's dived for the frisbee multiple times, and it's been fine. This time, he doesn't get up, and he starts laughing nervously--clearly indicating that he's in pain. Finally, he gets up, and then we all head towards the car of one of the other couples. We all head to the ER, and poor Senor finds out that he's not dislocated his shoulder, as we all suspected, he's just managed to tear the ligaments off of two parts of his shoulder. This amounts to 6-8 weeks of a sling, a perscription for loratab, and then physical therapy.

Just to clarify, the first guy I went on a date with wasn't physically injured on our date, we all just played cranium and then went home--fun, but more of a group party. Woo hoo those RA's...what a lively bunch. :D

The second guy I went on a date with was a guy set up by my cousin so that I wouldn't be dateless when all the other RA's in our building went to preference...honestly, he wasn't my preference, but he was nice enough (he was also a freshman...). We stayed about a foot and a half apart that whole evening, and while he looked skeptical about ice skating, I decided to go and skate. He did a lot of complaining, and then claimed to have fun. He wouldn't look me in the eye whenever I tried to wave to him anywhere on campus, in the Morris Center, or in all of DT after that. Guess I ruined the poor kid somehow...oh well. Maybe his mission will help him forget all about the trauma.

Maybe I should start coming with a warning label.