Right. So here is that real post that you all have been just dying for.
No wait. Ya'll are dying because it's so flipping cold outside. So cold, in fact that I actually did a little happy dance this afternoon when I decided that we might have topped freezing. To the ginger chick who giggled, I say, "At least I have a soul."
And yes, I just said ya'll. I don't know if I spelled it right, but as a child of Tennessee I have an eternal right to say ya'll. And spell in a questionable manner.
But onto business.
The story of my break is actually pretty straight forward. I got home, spent a couple days bumming with Jbear, ended up spending the first weekend in my parent's honeymoon hotel (shudder), and actually got to see Jessica for the first time in months. And the last time for years, sadly enough.
I worked a couple of times, and went on a few dates. I originally intended to go with three, then three may or may not have become four, then it dropped back to two or three. Depending on how you define date. And don't give me that "planned, paired off, and paid for" crap. Intention is more important than any of those.
On Christmas I got some quality presents, but the one that probably takes the cake is the Blu Ray (sp? Tennessee.) extended edition box set of the Lord of the Rings, including over thirty hours of bonus appendices content. Win. I tried to force my family to watch it with me, but my dad didn't have time and my brothers lost interest after it took Frodo an hour and a half to leave the Shire. Thanks for sticking with me mom.
On the movie strain, I saw the Hobbit twice and Les Miserables thrice. I'm officially giving up on the whole review thing, because even though some random website started picking them up, I don't feel like a paragraph or two is enough space for me to deliver anything but fluff. Plus I don't want to spoil movies for people who want to see them. Long story short, I liked the Hobbit, though Lord of the Rings is far better in my opinion, and I loved Les Miserables. The singing wasn't the best I've heard, though it was quite good, but the acting, especially from Jackman and Hathaway was some of the best I've ever seen.
But I didn't cry. Openly.
I also read half of the Mistborn trilogy (love), but Tyler wouldn't let me take the last book with me back to college, so here I am. Writing instead. Trying to forget that it is colder than the ice inside of Voldemort's soul out there.
The funny part is I conditioned myself to be this way. I used to love the cold. Then I met someone who didn't, so I sat in my car with the windows rolled up in the middle of summer for hours at a time to teach my body to embrace heat.
I swear, I'm going to Siberia.
Oh yeah, I'm going on a mission. My papers were turned in to bishop last Saturday and as of this morning they are in Salt Lake. If all goes well, I should have my call by next week.
Think warm, non-french/canadian thoughts.
Jinx.
Ah... Moses.
(does the black spot dance from Dead Man's Chest)
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