Random Part Deux

This is ode to Nicole, my biggest blog fan. Random was such a big hit when I posted it...it shocked me to see how many people enjoy following the ridiculous inner dialogue that I deal with 24/7. Really, I typed nearly verbatim what I was thinking...anyway, onward:

I'm a people pleaser. It took less than a day for me to post after Nicole "nagged" me (her word, not mine) to blog. People. pleaser. (Abby should take notes.)

Keith Urban reads my diary. I'm telling you. The lyrics to his songs are just the best. I'm not a really frilly girl, as anyone will testify to, but I am a hopeless romantic. And his lyrics get me good. If you are a sap like me, please go to itunes and download "Your Everything," "You're My Better Half," "Somebody Like You," and "Once in Lifetime." Sigh. Thank you, Keith.

Sometimes, I realize I'm not old enough to do what I do for a living. Today, I had a student walk in and he was very good looking. I tried to focus on his transcript, but it was tough. My mind just kept thinking, "Hum-a-nah, hum-a-nah, hum-a-nah." It's so wrong, I tell you. Then he called me, "Ma'am," and I was over it.

Tomorrow, we celebrate one of my heroes. Jonathan is joining me in the Land of the Almost Thirty, and I am pleased to be in such company. When Kari & I first met him, we weren't sure what to think. We discovered (she as his wife, much more so than me) one of the most godly men I've ever met. Really. At 25 and quite handsome, he had never dated and we couldn't figure out why. Ah, because he trusted God in a way that few do and didn't mess around with society's ideas of casual dating, etc. So without further adieu, his first gal became his only. To boot, he is in medical school in France. Medical school. France. Crazy. Happy birthday, Jonathan!

I may have found a place to live in Seattle...details are still being worked out. However, we are in a holding pattern because my potential roommate has contracted the chicken pox as an adult. I have heard this is not good. I had them in second grade, along with lice (as did my entire class). I think other than those two incidents, I had perfect attendance in elementary school. I was a D-O-R-K.

Remember the guy from last summer who only wore his boxer briefs around the apartments? Well, he's back. Dang the beautiful warm weather that causes such actions. However, he is nothing compared to the fous (French for "crazies") walking around in Africa. Crazy people walk around there BUTT NAKED. Wait. Referring back to the first Random post, I must ask because I still do not know the answer: is it butt naked or buck naked?

Why is it that certain people can make you do things you don't want to do, say things you don't want to say, and feel things you do not want to feel? They can come in and out of your life at their whim and suddenly, you feel at their mercy. Attraction...a strange and powerful thing.

A girl I barely know told me she sometimes fasts from romantic comedies. I asked her why and she said, "They are porn for girls." Wow.

I went to see the movie Knocked Up. The reviews said it was hilarious, but leave the kids at home. Having no kids, I was all set to laugh my socks off. Oh. my word. Do guys really act like THAT?! I am just hoping that was an exaggeration of every stereotype because I can never picture myself living with one of those. Ever.

In addition, I think it was rated PG-13. Wrong. An R rating? Still wrong. Okay, no lie...THREE full-on shots of her giving birth. At the first completely unexpected vajayjay view, I screamed. At the second, I put my hands over my eyes and said, "AGAIN? REALLY?" and at the third one, I closed my eyes until the scene was over. Were they serious? I have very purposely avoided watching birth videos for a very good reason. How dare they have a birth video smack in the middle of the movie!

Thankfully, I went to this movie with friends. Word to the wise: do not see this on a date, especially a first date. It will be very awkward.