Pants, pants, PANTS!

One of the great things about living in Utah is the seemingly endless supply of fucked up bullshit! This morning my boyfriend sent me a link to this blog post about a “study” Brigham Young University completed.

The study followed 500 female and 313 male US undergraduate college students. They found:

“Young men were also more likely to use the Internet for entertainment, daily headline news, and pornography, while young women more often used the Internet for email and schoolwork.”

Also:

“However, regardless of gender, clear correlations were seen between frequent gaming and more frequent alcohol and drug use and lower quality personal relationships, as well as more frequent violent gaming and a greater number of sexual partners and low quality personal relationships.”

Low quality personal relationships? According to whom?! Talk about a worthless study! I wonder if they took into account the average age of their participants was 20 years of age? Frequent alcohol and drug use? Greater number of sexual partners? In the real world, we call that COLLEGE. Add to that: they are giving poor nerdy gamers everywhere false hope about all the pussy they’ll be scoring while they’re making Gears of War scream their name. Yikes.

It’s a good thing Brigham Young University isn’t doing anything WORTHWHILE with their time and money. I am grateful they’re not using my tax dollars, though it does chap my hide the LDS church (ahem, my childhood cult) got 10% of my babysitting money until I wised up and left around the same time babysitting was no longer my main source of income.

I am having an angry day. But seriously, you should go read the linked blog post and article. They are both jewels!

1. Ask which phone number is best to reach me.
2. Disregard the phone number I give you, leave a vague message on my parent’s home voicemail about “test results” that prompts my mother to email me with the clinic phone number.
3. When I call for my test results, repeat my name and “PAP” loudly so that everyone in the waiting room can share the joy that is a normal pap smear.

I just got mad dogged by a girl in the study lab because I couldn’t stop laughing when I opened this.

nataliedee.com

I have so much school work to do I’m not really sure where to start. So, naturally, I’m doing what any good procrastinator does: I’m looking through Natalie Dee’s archives.
I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t buy this t-shirt.

I am overjoyed with the election of our new president, but saddened with the passing of hate fueled Proposition 8 in California. I am supremely disappointed and angry with the Mormon church’s funding of the proposition to end same sex marriage.

Since when are hate and bigotry Christian values? Way to go your frightened lemmings! My LGBT friends deserve the same rights as any other citizen. It’s strange that we’ve managed to elect a black president and spit in the face of progress, all at once. I’m not much for prayer, but I pray that the hope of our new president will flow into civil rights and this wrong will be corrected.

Am I the only one who is sick and tired of election bullshit? My irritation does not come from lack of concern: I am tired of hearing that my viewpoint is incorrect because I am not in line with the majority of this state.

Oddly enough, the following exchange with my mother cheered me up.

Me: I had an Obama t-shirt (short sleeve, gray t-shirt) around the house, I seem to have misplaced. Have you seen it?

Mum: I haven’t seen an Obama shirt, unless it’s the one I burned in the backyard yesterday?

1. The ex-Mormon blogger gathering last weekend was super awesome. I felt self-conscious for a second upon walking into a complete stranger’s house and realizing that I didn’t know a single soul, but that feeling passed as quickly as it started. By the time I had to leave I felt like we were old friends. Everyone was super kind and it felt great to be surrounded by like minded people.
2. This week has been the best fucking week EVER!
3. I went to see David Sedaris. I love going to his readings. If you haven’t seen this quote from his piece in the New Yorker about undecided voters in the election, here it is:
   
   To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”

   To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
   

4. I met an incredible man. There is a lot I want to say about him, but I am keeping my mushy feelings on lockdown.
5. My sister and niece have returned from a two week trip. I missed the hell out of them. Bubbie has grown so much over two weeks and says my name so clearly now. One of my favorite stories from their trip was her walking up to some noisy dogs and saying, “HUSH! Quiet. No barking, sassy pants!” We are totally related.
6. Upon my sister’s return she had many questions about my new boyfriend…my favorite two being: ?a) Are you sure he’s not crazy? (Definitely not crazy.)?b) Does he play with dolls? (Thank god, no!)
7. This weekend I’m going to hang out with my adoptive family, do a stupid amount of studying and paper writing, go dancing, try and find something to wear to a wedding next weekend, and sleep in really late on Sunday. What are y’all up to?

Remember the guy who told me he didn’t believe in love, via namelessdating website? After sharing his negative feelings about love he sent me another email saying though he hadn’t been dating for very long, he decided to take his profile down because he was overwhelmed with all the bullshit that goes along with it, he was sad we didn’t get to meet, and wished me well. Being the sort of girl who believes in the golden rule and all that shit, I sent him a polite, brief email wishing him well in return.

Four days later I received the following email, title “Love” (on Saturday night at 5:50PM).

I put my profile back up. I don’t know why. I guess I’m board. I wanted you to be the first to know. It’s a rainy night, so why don’t you come over and watch a movie with me. Give me a call and tell me what you think.

Pump your brakes, crazy non-love believing, potential serial killer/stalker!

1. I believe you meant “bored.” Either way, I am 100% flattered you chose me as a solution to your boring lifestyle!
2. You want me to be the first lucky woman to know you’re back on the market? Hoo-fucking-ray! I just hit the future broken-hearted jack pot! YES!
3. The four day flip flop definitely bodes well for dating potential. Who doesn’t love a guy who can’t make up his goddamned mind? (I certainly do!)
4. We have not met in person and you invite me to your fucking house under the guise of watching a movie? What has changed for you in the past four days? Are the remains of your previous skin suit cleaned and put away?
5. And Saturday night? Give me a fucking break.

(The title of this post is completely unrelated to the intelligent, funny and adorable Mister Friday Night.)