Its night two of my work week but it feels more like it ought to be night seven. I guess that's what I get for covering a shift during my week off.
Today I went out to lunch with a friend. At the close of the meal she commented how she was still hungry but wasn't going to order anything else because she'd get fat... Can I announce that the word "fat" is thrown around too liberally by people who really shouldn't be using it. I can understand not wanting another order of fries "because it'll make me feel gross" but it bothers me that people think having a little pudge around the middle is bad (this girl, looks terrific and doesn't really have any "belly pudge"). My philosophy is exercise and don't eat junk every day and work what the good Lord gave you.
Today I played soccer with our ward's inter-mural team. I enjoy sports but I confess that all my soccer experience is from my 2nd grade little league (my dad claims he never saw any of us kids score a goal on our little league teams) and public school PE. Needless to say there's room for improvement. However, I still think I didn't do too bad. I did get a gnarly bruise from my shin guards... Hopefully it won't inhibit my running/dancing plans this weekend.
So at work tonight I was talking to Ariel, my coworker. Apparently Brian, a guy I had gone on a blind date with a month ago, got engaged a week ago. He met his current fiance at a New Years Eve Party and supposedly all they do is make-out. I confess I wasn't feeling too much magic after our second date but I had thought more of him then this. Some people "just know" they're supposed to be together and pull stuff like this off but it takes a certain kinds of people and usually those sorts of people have a little more depth to their relationship besides "4 hour make out sessions". I don't ever plan on doing a quicky engagement but if I ever do appear to be doing something incredibly stupid and impulsive with my dating life, please don't hesitate to slap me. I'd hate to be a hypocrite.
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