Ouch!

I may soon have my first black eye. My cheek and eye area collided pretty hard with some guy's forehead area during a game of Night Ultimate Frisbee, and it was a pretty intense pain all of last night. So ice has been my MO today. This may turn into my first black eye. Weee?

Huh.

Today our team met for a couple hours to start up our next case. My head gets kind of full after hearing all these terms like return on capital, or funds flow, or that return on capital is really just net operating income over total assets minus current liabilities, except that we don't have any of those specific numbers, so we're going to have to back into them. Blah blah blah.

So after meeting with the group, Kelly and I met Karli and Amanda at the rugby game. I was hoping (expecting?) to fall in love with another sport, like I have with soccer. No such luck. I was bored, and the boys' shorts were way too tight.

Luckily, I know the night can only get better. Rebbs is on a date, her thrice-yearly date, and that is sure to prove comic gold. J is on a date, and that'll be fun and interesting to hear about later. And I'm going to play some night ultimate frisbee. But really, let's be honest: the highlight will be Rebecca's post tomorrow on the date. That's what we're all sitting on the edge of our seats for. It's true.

My Poor Friends

Last week my friend had me over for dinner, knowing I wasn't feeling well and wouldn't really be up to cooking a big, nice meal. She made lasagna from scratch that was AMAZING. Seriously, I think I ate half of what she made. It was honestly pretty rude of me to keep eating and eating and eating so they'd have fewer and fewer leftovers, but it was too good--I couldn't help it!

Last night I was over at said friend's apartment because it was her birthday. She is one of the cutest girls ever, and I've known her since she was maybe 3 (I'm a wee bit--okay, okay, a lot--older than she). Anyway, as I was leaving, she said, "Hey, I want to make lasagna again!" My eyes got all big and happy as I got excited, and then she said, "And this time I'll make two!"

I'm such a pig. I swear, I should pay my friends every time they feed me because I eat so much. It's never economical or in their best interest to feed me! I'm going to stop getting invites if I don't contribute either financially or with my famous Thai Cucumber Salads or something. I'm lame; I know.

Clique Audition

Last night, Jeannette, Karli and I went to the RB and shot some hoops. We played a pretty intense game of C-O-U-G-A-R-S (our Ra-Ra! version of Horse), and Jeanette is going to earn some kick-booty nickname with her knack for hitting half-court shots and backwards free throws. But we saw this group of guys and gals come onto the other court and play a game. J realized that she wanted to be part of a group.

L: "You want a clique? Should we start auditioning for a clique?"

So we're auditioning for a clique. We like sports and would like our clique auditionees to like them, too; if they don't, we'll still strongly consider the application.

Blogging

I laughed yesterday, realizing that I never get to my blog in any traditional way: I don't have a shortcut to my blog for handy post-writing. No, I get to my blog through Rebecca's blog. I'm there at least once a day, and it's just so easy! If only clicking on a link from Rebecca's blog would help her get money to pay back Kirk.

Jokes

I hate jokes. Pretty much HATE them. Unless your name is Rebecca or Liz, in which case anything you say is funny, and that even includes jokes. Yes, you two are special. Just keep talking. All the time.

So Here's The Deal . . .

Unfortunately, my "difficult decision" had nothing to do with dating; rather, my dilemma squared solely on school. There's this CIBER International Business Case Competition at Ohio State University every year, with teams from different universities around the world that participate. BYU won the last two years, and finished third the previous year. In order to interview to be considered for the team, you have to be recommended by a professor. So I was asked to interview, and a few days after I did, they told me I was on the team if I wanted it. I figured two things had happened: 1) they needed a female on the team and I was the only female to interview, and/or 2) they made a massive, massive mistake.

Seriously, though, I'm really excited for this. It's an intensive competition and adding a whole chunk of work to my schedule I was starting to love because it *wasn't* a killer. But the week of the competition . . . we fly there on a Tuesday and get settled in. Wednesday morning, we might go to the Honda manufacturing plant and see cars being built. Then, a hockey game that evening (this is based on what happened last year, and what they anticipate for this year). Thursday morning at 7 am, we report to the competition and get our case. We work on it for what may be 24 hours straight, get out presentation time the next morning at 7 am--when we turn in our flash drive with our PowerPoint--and then we present once or twice, depending on whether or not we win in our group. Then we fly back on Saturday. Sounds awesome, huh? I met my other team members today and they are three really great guys--I'm looking forward to working with them and getting to know them. Good times.

Thanks, Rebbs.

Yesterday, Rebecca and I were talking. I've been feeling a little under the weather this week, and somehow we got onto the topic of how girls who have boyfriends get sick a lot. You know. I haven't been sick in so long, and then I realized that I didn't get sick when Mario and I dated--for over a year. Rebbs, in her classic style and tone, said, "Way to not date a carrier."

Little Sister!

Last night I cooked dinner and watched a chick flick with some dear girlfriends from back home. We grew up in the same ward together, we've known each other since we were little (and had perms, Miss Lindsey!), and they're just awesome. One of the darling gals there, Ashley, was a sweet, precious little Beehive when I was a Laurel. Remember how cute they are when they first come into Young Women's? I adore that girl. So anyway, we're watching "Step Up" and there's a scene where the very delicious hunk in the movie is lying, stomach-down, on his bed. He's got a good body. So Ashley, my little sister (sorta but not really), says, "Nice. Tight. Buttocks!" I was rolling. Sweet, soon-to-be 19-year-old Ashley, admiring the gentleman's extremely well-toned tushy. It was awesome. Go Ash.

Decisions

Normally I like making decisions. I think they're kind of fun! But I guess that's because usually my decisions are along the lines of "Tucano's today? Or Smokehouse?" or "Should I go to the gym at 2 pm or 10 pm?" Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing that will affect anything or anyone (or ME!).

But today I got an offer that is pretty dang awesome. And I'm freaking out, because I don't know what the right decision is! It's not as easy as picking Tucano's! (always pick Tucano's) Luckily, I think the cons are manageable on either side of the decision (I hope that isn't just wishful thinking, since my health is involved); the pros, however, could be very different.

Boo. I don't like this!

New Facebook Quotes

I love my new roommates--I really do! Especially when Karli says things like, "My feet are clausterphobic!" I mean, think about it, that's just magic right there. You can't make this stuff up, but you CAN experience it. And the Karli Experience is a really good one.

Liz Madden?

I've decided the only way I'll watch football (or *enjoy* watching football, I should say), is when Liz can commentate. I normally don't enjoy watching football, but today it was a blast since the game was on Mute (yay, Mary!), so Liz was our very own John Madden. She was fan-freaking-tastic. Very stream-of-conscious.

"Oh, look at that fat guy. Well his shirt's just really tight. . . Football really isn't all that amazing. It's just fat guys running up and down a field, which I guess is a feat in and of itself . . ."

See what I mean? Magic.

Money Now or Money Later?

I have a check from Rebecca in front of me right now. So this is my dilemma: Do I cash it now, and cover her third of the wedding gift for Sue, or do I hold on to the check, and cash in in a decade from now when she's a world-renowned artist? These are important financial decisions to think about.