Sometimes I wonder how I got to be so awful at updating this blog. Then I realize that I knew the answer all along; I'm really freaking lazy. However, due to my inherently self sacrificing nature, I will sit down on my lazy butt and type like a madman. There've been some pretty crazy things going on around here.
First and foremost, I found out that there are people who read this thing who aren't A.) my family, or B.) my friends who feel obligated to because I put a link to their blog on mine! Also, they're girls!! Michelle and Jenna, I dedicate this post to you, mostly because I promised I'd do it two weeks ago, but suck.
Second and less important, I am now in a steady relationship. Her name is Rebecca, we've really hit it off, and have plans to get married after I get back from my mission. It's BYU, what'd you expect? Here's the story...
I met Rebecca at the beginning of last semester, but we didn't really start talking until very recently. Meaning three days ago. When we met, it was during one of my family home evening activities, where we were devided into groups and asked to go do a scavenger hunt. One of the tasks was to get the digits of a member of the opposite sex and (because of my ridiculously good looks and charming wit, no doubt) I was assigned the duty. Fortunately, at this very instance, Rebecca stopped her car right next to me (probably because my inconsiderate group of freshman friends were blocking the road). I seduced her, got her number, and went on my merry way. At this point, so as to have proof that I had accomplished my given task, I saved the number in my phone as "Random Chick." Fast forward four months. Now it's Valentine's Day, and because I'm so smooth with the ladies, I texted nine girls in my phone (and Mark) a Happy V Day. One of these, just so happened to be Random Chick. Next thing you know, she responds, we start talking, I fall in love, bada bing bada boom. Classic Valentine's Day romance. The only issue, and reason we're not married right now, is that she's in Mexico for study abroad this semester. So ladies, remember, engaged ain't married. If you've been wanting to make a move on me, get on it.
Other happenings, my roomie got his mission call. Russia Moscow West, baby! It's kind of annoying, because that was supposed to be my mission, but since he's pretty much a stud, I'll let it slide. And speaking of his studliness, if any of my friends lacking a Y chromosome wanted to write him... it'd be a good investment, that's all I'm saying. In a similar happenstance, I turned my papers in, so in a couple weeks, we'll find out where I'm going. If any of those same friends wanted to write me... it'd probably be a better investment, because I'm really clingy, so I'd definitely write back. [In order to avoid any potential blackmail, I'm not actually that clingy. It was a joke people]
In other news, work sucks (I know). Getting up at three thirty in the morning leaves me tired for the rest of the day. Crazy things happen when I get tired. Mostly it's just me being stupid, or saying stupid things, which is more often the case. In fact, I'm writing this post pre-nap, which means that I have released my inhibitions, felt the rain on my skin (because the weather here randomly decided to suck), and typed whatever popped into my mind.
You know what? This is my blog. I can stop typing whenever I want to. Peace out fools, I'm going to bed.
Matty B
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