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10 things in 2012
1. Lose those last pesky 8 pounds to finally hit my goal
2. Keep the weight that I've already lost off
3. Cook more often
4. Continue to be social in my ward (even after getting a boyfriend)
5. Figure out how to be in a relationship (I still don't really know what I'm doing)
6. Be happy
7. Not stress too much about the future
8. Be more open
10. Enjoy life

9 things i enjoy
1. Music
2. Books
3. Sleep
4. Cuddling with Andrew
5. Movies
6. TV shows
7. Shoes
8. Concerts
9. Rain

8 things i do everyday
1. Listen to music
2. Read
3. Sing
4. Chew gum
5. Check Facebook (unfortunately)
6. Put on makeup
7. Text someone
8. Think of Andrew (Cheesy, I know, but true. I'm honestly still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I have a boyfriend at all.)

7 musicians i like
1. The Civil Wars
2. The Black Keys
3. The Avett Brothers
4. Mumford & Sons
5. Cold War Kids
6. Adele
7. The Beatles

6 things that will always win my heart
1. Sense of humor
2. Chivalry 
3. Sweetness
4. Masculinity
5. A good kiss
6. Being held

5 favorite things
1. Book: The Chaos Walking series.
2. Movie: Oh geez . . . let's say The Avengers for right now because I've been itching to see it again.
3. Song: Right this moment, I'll say "Roll Away Your Stone" by Mumford & Sons.
4. Food: Anything Italian or Hawaiian.
5. Season: Fall—you can't beat jacket weather and football season.

4 smells i enjoy
1. Andrew's good boy smell
2. Baking bread
3. Brand new books
4. Rain

3 places i want to go
1. England
2. Italy
3. Germany

2 favorite holidays
1. Christmas
2. Thanksgiving

1 person i'd marry on the spot
1. Robert Downey, Jr. I don't care that he's old enough to be my dad.

How Things Change

A few years ago, I took a test to see my strengths and weaknesses. I then wrote this blog post detailing the results of said test. After running across this post today, I decided to take the test again to see if things have changed. They have shifted some, and I think it's interesting.

Top 5 Strengths:

1. Appreciation of beauty and excellence
2. Spirituality, sense of purpose, and faith
3. Curiosity and interest in the world
4. Gratitude
5. Zest, enthusiasm, and energy

Bottom 5 Weaknesses:

1. Kindness and generosity
2. Leadership
3. Industry, diligence, and perseverance
4. Self-control and self-regulation
5. Modesty and humility

Some things dropped out of my top five completely. Other things jumped up from the bottom. Yet other things changed position within the top or bottom five. I did my best to be brutally honest with myself when taking this test because I wanted real results. I don't think the results are perfect, but it's pretty uncanny how well it pegs me.

Look, it's me!

Day Forty-Four: A picture of yourself.

Well, friends, this is the last post of my random 44-day blog challenge. And here is a picture of myself. Super exciting, right? Oh yeah. This has been a fun challenge, though. I've enjoyed writing all these random posts. I do apologize for how many times I've backdated my posts—you might want to go back through and make sure you caught everything on the days I was writing four posts at once. Here's hoping I can keep up the blogging at least semi-regularly from now on.

Pretty straightforward, I think.

Day Forty: 10 ways to win your heart.

I'm really not a very difficult person to figure out. This list will probably emphasize that point really well.

1. Musical talents will always take the number-one spot here. Singing to me while playing the guitar/piano/other awesome musical instrument is the absolute fastest way to my heart.
2. Humor generally takes number two. If a guy makes me laugh, I am much more likely to fall for him.
3. A man who is a worthy priesthood holder who does what he is asked to do by serving and magnifying his calling is very attractive.
4. Seeing a guy play with kids melts my heart, no doubt about it.
5. A guy who forces himself through my walls is a winner. My walls aren't particularly difficult to tear down, but if a guy makes the effort, it says a whole lot about him.
6. If a guy notices that something is wrong (whether I'm just having a bad day or I really need someone's help) without being nudged, I will take notice. Someone who goes out of his way to make sure I'm okay is someone I want to spend time with.
7. My family has a very particular sense of humor, and if he can hold his own with them, it means he's a good one.
8. I love good, deep conversation. When I have a conversation with a guy that is about more than sports or movies, and that flows well without awkwardness, I'm in seventh heaven.
9. I am a little bit of a sucker for guys who are kind of nerdy. Not scary nerdy—just a little nerdy. I like seeing guys with quirks, who like things that aren't completely mainstream or that are a little dorky. It's fun.
10. I need a man who is completely trustworthy. Any man who wins my trust (or has it inherently) is a good man.

What if . . .

Day Thirty-Eight: Something you always wonder "what if . . . " about.

Oh man, there are so many of these. But there is one that generally comes to mind first. First, I must apologize that this, once again, hails back to my ex. What is the deal with this blog challenge? Why does it keep bringing up bad memories? My goodness. I'm really not hung up on this, I promise. It just happens to be what applies to a lot of these topics.

My main "what if" is this: What if I had let my first breakup with The Ex stick instead of getting back together with him? How would the rest of my senior year and my first two years of college been different? Would I have dated other guys? Would I have saved myself two and a half years of emotional turmoil?

Well, I can tell you that the last two probably would have been true. I wouldn't have had to go through everything that transpired after high school, which was a lot. My senior year of high school was hard enough, and I made everything worse on myself by not accepting the fact that my boyfriend had broken up with me. Instead, I dogged his footsteps. I made sure I was where he was as often as I could, which was easy, since we had a ton of classes together and were in the musical. I guess I eventually wore him down and we ended up dating again. And that is the worst mistake I made in the whole sordid affair. I still wish I had just let it go. 

But I didn't, and there are scadwads of things that I learned about life and myself and relationships because of that decision. And I'm truly grateful for all of those lessons I learned and how they have helped me the past few years. Getting over things was hard, but it was worth it to get where I am today. I'm truly happy with myself and the things I've accomplished. I have many things yet to do and to learn, but I have made so much progress already.

More Lists!

Day Thirty-Seven: 10 things about you people don't really expect.

1. My sports knowledge
2. My ability to be not awkward in legitimately awkward situations
3. My ability to sing and play the piano (at the same time)
4. My sarcasm
5. My sometimes inappropriate sense of humor
6. How open I am about things that other people think are embarrassing (for example, talking about sex—the topic really doesn't bug me, as long as we're not going into major specifics, which is when it gets awkward)
7. My varied taste in music
8. My dislike of chocolate
9. That I dated someone for four years
10. My love of concerts

p.s. This was hard, so some of the items are there because I can remember one specific instance when someone was surprised by them.

I don't know that I want to get into this.

Day Thirty-Six: Something you can't seem to get over.

Uh oh . . . this question could open quite the can of worms. We'll see how deeply I decide to actually delve into this subject. I warn you now: this could become very much a woe-is-me post if I'm not careful, which is part of the reason I don't particularly want to get into a lot of detail. But this is the blog challenge I chose for myself, and I've been pretty honest in all of my other posts, so I guess I'll continue that trend.

The one thing that I just can't seem to get over is that I haven't been in a real, honest-to-goodness relationship in nearly five years. You read that right—FIVE YEARS. And if you think that's a long time (which you might not, I don't know), you can imagine how I feel having lived through it.

I know that some of that time is due to my disastrous first relationship. It has taken me a really long time to get over things, and I know that spills over into how people perceive me. People are usually more perceptive than I give them credit for, so I'm sure there were guys that avoided me because I seemed emotionally unavailable. And I was. I don't think I would have been a good partner for anybody—I'm pretty sure I would have been a jealous witch, and nobody wants that.

But I'm to a point in my life where I am ready to move on. I want to try my hand at being in a relationship that isn't dysfunctional. I want to see what it's like to be with someone who actually tries to make things work, and if they don't end up working, is man enough to talk to me about it if I haven't picked up on it already. Basically, I want a normal relationship. One that might end, which is okay, or that might not end, which is better.

Here's the issue: No one seems to be interested in me. At least not interested enough to pursue me. The only guy that seemed pretty serious about dating me was over two years ago, but I wasn't interested. That is the only case I can think of in the last five years when I have had a legitimate shot with someone, and I chose not to take it. There was another guy a little while after that who seemed interested, until he dropped off the face of the planet. That is two guys in five years that have taken real interest. Two. And neither of them actually turned into anything. It doesn't matter how hard I work to get the point across that I'm interested in someone—they never seem to take the hint. Or the nudge. Or the shove. It doesn't matter how obvious I am; I never get what I want. It doesn't matter how much I flirt; no one ever asks for my number.

While I know that it is ridiculous, I can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with me. Am I broken somehow? Is my emotional baggage so apparent that no one wants to touch this mess? Is there something about me that is abhorrent to guys? Am I ugly? (I hate it when that question pops into my mind, because I do know that I am not ugly. I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, but I'm not hideous either. But the question still nags.) Or am I simply too strong? too independent? too intelligent? If that's the case, then boys are stupid. Oh, wait. I already knew that.

So that's what I can't get over. I can't get over the fact that there have been so many guys in my life that have passed me by without a second glance. And I'm going to stop with the self-pity, because you know what? I'm awesome. I really am. I've got talents and hobbies and passions and dreams. I'm a good person. I'm a fun person. I'm a college graduate with a full-time job who is supporting herself. I've got everything going for me. People obviously like hanging out with me, so why the hell don't the guys just man up and ask me out? It's not that difficult!

I don't remember...

Day Thirty-Five: The last argument you had.

Honest to goodness, I can't remember the last real argument I had. I don't really have arguments with people, I don't think. When I lived at home, I argued with my brothers a lot. But that's because they're my brothers. That's kind of to be expected. Though I didn't really argue with my sister . . . unless I messed up our room after she had cleaned it.

Anyway, I don't really argue with people. I get worked up about things, sure, and if I think I'm right, you better believe you're going to hear about it. I probably argue more than I think I do, though I do my best to watch myself. Especially if I'm getting worked up about things that don't matter. Which happens on occasion.

I have awesome roommates right now, so I have no reason to argue with them. Cora and I may get annoyed with each other on occasion, but we don't really argue. We just go to our rooms and stop talking for a day. We're usually fine the next day. If Cora and I seem like we are actually arguing, it's probably sarcastic. We have a tendency to yell at each other just because we want to. Or have a ridiculous argument just because it's funny. So don't take any of our arguments too seriously—if you wait long enough, you'll usually see one of us crack.

So . . . yeah. That's about all I have to say on the subject. Sorry I don't have an entertaining story to share.

Getting Better All the Time

Day Thirty-Four: Something that never fails to make you feel better.

It took me awhile to think of something that absolutely never fails to make me feel better, and I finally figured it out: my nieces and nephews. I'm not sure why it took me so long to remember that, but it is definitely the truth. Whenever I'm feeling down or stressed or blah, my nieces and nephews can usually pull me out of it. They're just so dang cute! They laugh and run around like maniacs and cry and basically just distract me from whatever it is that's weighing me down. I love those little ones more than pretty much anything else.

Another thing that can usually pull me out of a rut is music. If I can find a song that displays exactly how I am feeling, it does wonders for me, mostly because it's nice to know that somewhere out in the vast world, someone else has felt the same way I'm feeling. They felt it so strongly that they decided to turn it into art. That art was then bravely thrown into the universe and found its way to me. If someone that I have never even seen feels so strongly about an emotion to put it to music, it makes me feel a little better about my intense emotions.

Reading also makes me feel better. Or, if it doesn't actually make me feel better, than it makes me forget about whatever is going on in my life. I can lose myself in a good book and simply forget about all my issues. It's a fabulous escape.

Scaredy-Cat

Day Thirty-Three: Things that make you scared.

This can be a loaded question. Mostly because I have a tendency to be afraid of a lot of things. Growing up, I had major anxiety about pretty much everything. School stressed me out, church callings stressed me out, and sometimes social situations stressed me out. When I started driving, it mortified me. I was terrified of it. I didn't get more comfortable with it until I went to college.

As I've gotten older, I've gotten over a lot of that anxiety. I'm not quite as high-strung anymore. But there are things that still scare me. Spiders, for instance. Those nasty, eight-legged things freak me out. Heights also make me really nervous. I am also claustrophobic. Not debilitatingly so, but enough that I could go into a panic if I'm forced into a really small space. 

On a less concrete level, I am afraid of failure. I'm afraid of majorly screwing something important up, like something at work or a relationship. I'm also afraid of getting stuck. Stuck in a dead-end job, stuck in student housing, stuck in Provo. I want change, though that can be scary too. But change isn't as scary as being stagnant.

I'm also afraid of being alone. Not mortally afraid, mind you—if I'm single for a long time, I'll handle it. I'm strong, and I'll be okay. But it is a scary prospect. I don't want to be alone. I want to find someone to share my life with so I can start a family. I'd rather not be an old mom, if I can help it.

I can't think of many other things that really scare me. I'm sure there are others, but this will have to do now.

Personality Traits

Day Thirty-Two: Three things you are proud of about your personality.

This is kind of a weird question. It's not exactly something I've thought of. Does anyone, really? But I guess I'll give it a shot. (Yay, lists!)

1. My level-headedness. I'm pretty good at thinking clearly. Most of the time. 
2. My passion. When I care about something, I care about it a lot. It's a goofy quirk when it comes to things like bands and TV shows, but it's extreme loyalty when it comes to people.
3. My willingness to speak my mind. I'm not afraid to say what I'm thinking, especially if I feel strongly that it needs to be said.

And there you have it. Super exciting post, I know.

The Ex

Day Twenty-Nine: Things you want to say to an ex.

This is going to be a short post. Why? Because I've pretty much already said everything that needed to be said to my ex. I said it when we broke up, and that was that. I haven't spoken to him since, which is the way it should be. Things did not end well, and it was best for everyone involved to just cut everything off and call it done.

There was a time when I was really angry about what went down. When I say that things didn't end well, I really mean it. It was a terrible relationship. I was horribly immature about a lot of things, and he treated me like dirt. While I have come to realize that I could have been much smarter about how I handled some things, it is true that most of the issues in that relationship came from him. I did all that I could (and more than I should have) to keep things together, and he did absolutely nothing to help my efforts. He betrayed me in more ways than I can express. It was bad. So bad that it took me years to fully come to terms with what I had been through.

But I feel like I am finally past it. It's taken me a long time, but I have forgiven him for everything that he did to me. I have forgiven myself for a lot of things that I did. And I have moved on. Therefore, there is nothing left to say. It's in the past, and while it will still affect how I react to things in the future, it's done with. No point in dredging up past hurts.

Yikes.

Day Twenty-Eight: Your last kiss.

Truthfully? I don't remember when my last kiss was. I honestly don't. I think it was in March. Of 2007. Yeah. Thanks, blog challenge, for making me be brutally honest with myself and show all 15 people who read my blog just how lame I am. And how not exciting my last kiss was, since I can't even remember the events surrounding it. Not that it was exactly a good point in my relationship. I broke up with the guy a month later. So I guess it's understandable that I wouldn't really remember the details.

Though maybe I'm not lame. Maybe I'm just holding out for someone good. I don't really want my next kiss to be some noncommittal thing that doesn't mean anything. Though there are times when I think maybe that's what I want, I'm pretty sure I'm just fooling myself. I think I would feel terrible if I had a NCMO. I would feel guilty and I wouldn't like myself. That's just not the kind of person I am.

The next time I kiss someone, I will most likely be in a relationship with him. That's just how I roll. I'm not a super flirty girl who gets a lot of action. I never have been, and I don't see that changing any time soon. Physical contact with a guy scares me, actually. I have a really hard time breaking that touch barrier.  It's not that I don't like being touched—it just means something to me, which makes it more difficult for me to do it flippantly.

Well, I think that's enough embarrassing details about my life for now. Don't judge, mmkay?

This could be fun.

Day Twenty-Six: 5 things that irritate you about the opposite sex/same sex.

Yay for more lists! You know how much I love them.

Men

1. Douche-baggery. There is nothing quite as unattractive as a complete jerk. I don't care how cool a guy thinks he is—if he treats people (especially women) like crap, I will write him off in an instant, no matter how physically attractive he is.
2. No initative. It bugs the crap out of me when guys don't do anything for themselves, such as not asking girls on dates because they're afraid of girls or because they don't know what they want. You'll never get over a fear unless you face it, and you'll never start figuring out what you want if you don't start looking.
3. Flakiness. I hate it when people say they'll go to something and then don't show. Or when they say, "Hey, we should do this," and then never follow up on it.
4. Arrogance. If a guy thinks he's all that and a bag of chips, you can bet I won't.
5. Whininess. Especially when it comes to dating. I understand that dating is a pain—I whine about it too much, and I know that. But you're the guy! You have every opportunity in the world to make dating be the way you want it to be! If a guy is smart in how he pursues a girl, he has a decent chance of getting her. Girls don't have the same luxury. Girls who pursue guys are scary.

Women

1. Man-eaters. I seriously hate it when girls lead guys on. We're all doing the same thing in single Mormondom, and it's not fair to play with someone's emotions when they could be off trying to find a significant other elsewhere.
2. Contrived giddiness. I hate it when otherwise normal girls become the giggliest things in existence when a boy enters the room. 
3. Brainlessness. So many girls don't think before they do something, especially in regards to men, and it annoys the tar out of me.
4. Cattiness. I hate drama, especially of the female variety, because it usually revolves around some kind of perceived competition over a guy. I usually peace out when it gets to that point—if the guy wants me, he'll choose me. I shouldn't have to resort to cattiness to steal him from some other girl.
5. Fakeness. If a girl doesn't like me, chances are that I don't like her either, and there's no reason to fake it. I'm not saying we should be openly hostile—we should still be civil. But don't act like you're my best friend. Because you're not.

Not that weird, right?

Day Twenty-Four: Weird things you do when you're alone.

I don't know that I do a lot of weird things when I'm alone. The main thing I can think of is that sometimes I talk to myself, but I don't do it terribly often. Usually when something is really weighing on my mind and I need to work through things out loud in order to make sense of them.

I do have a tendency to sing really loud when I'm alone. I mean, I do that sometimes when people are around too, but I'm more likely to do it when I'm alone. I'll try to hit higher notes than I should, or I'll sing in a goofy voice. That's part of why driving alone in my car is fun sometimes. That's where I do my best singing, I think. That's also where I stretch my range because I'm not afraid of what anyone will think of me as I try to hit higher notes than I'm used to.

One more thing I do when I'm alone is daydream. Sort of. I'll go through fictional scenarios in my head and figure out how I would react to them if they happened in real life. I'll come up with complete conversations with whoever it is I'm interacting with in my head. Yeah, that's probably a little weird, and nothing ever works out the way I imagine it. None of the scenarios I come up with ever come to fruition. Which is probably a good thing.

It's always the hair.

Day Twenty-Three: A picture of you last year and how you have changed since then.

The obvious difference, as is usually the case, is my hair. Not only is it a good nine inches shorter now, but it is also currently a dark, burgundy red. Eventually I'll post a picture. Whenever I finally have the inclination to take one.

Sometimes I hate these kinds of questions. I honestly don't know what has changed. I'm still going to BYU basketball games (which is where this picture was taken), and I'm still living with Cora (who also has different-colored hair now). I still live in the same apartment and work for the same company. 

I think the biggest way I have changed since last year is my willingness to put myself out there. I have been a whole heck of a lot more social the past few months, and it has been really fun. I've made a lot of new friends, and I no longer feel isolated in my ward, which is a very good thing. I don't have something going on every night of the week or anything, but it's really nice to know that if I do want to do something different, there are a few people I can call on.

I think I've become a little bit more confident in the past year. I've done a lot of things the past little while that I definitely don't think I would have been able to do a year ago, like asking boys on dates and putting myself out there. It's been interesting, but I think it's been really good for me. Here's hoping that I can continue growing in this area over the next year.

Take Your Pick

Day Sixteen: Nicknames you have and why.

I kind of have a lot of nicknames. Rather, I've had a lot of nicknames in my life. The most obvious one being Lindy. Here's the scoop on that one: My dad worked with a lady whose name was Andralynn and she went by Lindy. He really liked the sound of it, and my mom agreed, and voila, it became my name. My mom apparently had this thing about giving us nicknamable names: My brothers are Benjamin, Robert, and Matthew, with their obvious corresponding nicknames. My sister is RoChelle, and we call her Chelly. Then mine is Andralynn, and I've been called Lindy my whole life. It gets a wee bit confusing. Sometimes I wish I had just gone by Andralynn my whole life. So if you ever want to start calling me Andralynn, go right ahead.

Other nicknames I have had in my life are Andra, Android, Androidlynn, Androidlindy, Andralindy, Linny, Linny-Loo, Lindy-Loo-Hoo who is no more than two. Andy has been thrown around a few times. I had a friend in high school who called me Lynnandra. A friend in my ward persists in calling me Lindizzle. And I have had two people consistently call me Andralynn, and while that isn't technically a nickname, it feels like one because no one else calls me that. (And the fact that they were guys I was interested in [and I think returned the sentiment] made it all the better.)

Most of these nicknames have no reason behind them; they simply sounded funny to whoever was talking to me, so they got used. Not much more to it than that.

Stress is the worst.

Day Three: A habit that you wish you didn't have.

I don't know if this qualifies as a habit, so much, but I stress. I stress a lot. I used to have such bad anxiety that I would wake up every morning with a terrible knot in my chest. It felt like it was squeezing all of the air out of my lungs. I was afraid of driving. I was afraid of going to college. I was afraid of starting a new job. It was a horrible, paralyzing feeling.

I have gotten much better as I've gotten older. Driving in particular no longer bugs me. That's probably because I've spent many months as the only one in my apartment with a car, so I've done a whole lotta driving in my time in Provo. But that's not the only thing I've grown more confident in. I think it's just a matter of growing up and figuring things out.

Unfortunately, I am still a worry wart. I worry about everything. Just because the anxiety isn't crippling doesn't mean it isn't there in some form or another. I frequently worry about things at work. I worry about moving out of my current apartment. I worry when I get new roommates. I worry about my church calling. (Well, sometimes. Not currently. My calling is awesome.) And most especially, I worry about guys. I worry about how I'm coming across. I worry about being too forward. I worry about not being forward enough. I worry about giving the wrong impression. I worry about everything when it comes to dating. It's awful.

I need to loosen up. I need to worry less. I need to be more open. I know all of these things. Unfortunately, acting on them and actually changing is much more easily said than done.

Blogging Challenge!

As mentioned in my last post, I want to be better at blogging. Since I've been having a hard time thinking of things to write about, I thought I would see what kind of blog challenges I could find. The main one I found was the same one I did the beginning of last year, and I wanted to have some different topics. So I combined a few of my favorites to come up with more than a month of posts. Woo hoo! Over a month of daily posts! Exciting, right?

So here it is, day one of my jerry-rigged blog challenge. We'll see how this goes.

Day One: A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

Christmas Eve 2011, wearing the paper crown from our English crackers.

Yay for lists! Anyone who reads my blog should know that I love lists. I've done this kind of list tons of times, but I'm always up for more. 

1. Along the lines of loving lists, I recently bought a journal called Listography. It is composed solely of lists. I kind of love it.
2. I have had a lifelong obsession with pens. I simply love good pens.
3. I am crazy fickle when it comes to my hair. I chopped it off in May, and I've already decided I'm growing it out again. Give it a couple more months and it'll be a different color.
4. I love makeup. A lot. I have a ridiculous amount of it, and somehow, I can't keep myself from buying more. Especially eye shadow.
5. I have nine of the most amazing kids as my nieces and nephews. They're the best ever.
6. The phrase "should have went" makes me want to kick a puppy. The past participle of "go" is "gone," not "went." The phrase is "should have gone."
7. One of my greatest desires is to travel the world. I have yet to leave the continental U.S., and I am determined to change that sometime soon.
8. I love singing duets. I have at least two, possibly three, that I can play on the guitar or the piano. All I need is a guy to sing them with.
9. I like working out early in the morning. As difficult as it is to wake myself up at 6:30, it feels awesome to get going so early.
10. I will name a daughter Eloise June. Whether my hustband likes it or not.
11. I think boys are stupid. Yet somehow, I still want one.
12. I love gum. I chew three or four pieces at work alone.
13. I try to write in my journal daily. I have filled 11 journals in total, 4 or 5 of which have been in the last couple of years.
14. I don't have a middle name. There aren't many names that flow well with Andralynn.
15. When I was a kid, I hated mushrooms. I thought they were nasty. I now love them. Zupa's Wild Mushroom Bisque is my favorite soup. I also love Harmon's homemade cream of mushroom. It's funny how tastes develop.

Being Single in Provo

So I was trying to think about what I could do to make my blog more interesting, or at the very least to give me something to write about on a fairly regular basis. I wanted something that is prevalent in my life right now, since that would give me the most material to draw from. So what can a single, 20-something Mormon girl write about? Well, that's easy.

Dating.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not going to start writing about what guys need to do to date better or be more willing to go on dates or what I want to see in a significant other. This isn't going to be some advice column. That's boring. But I feel like since I am single and Mormon and living in Provo, the mecca of Mormon singles, I might as well write about life here. I can't guarantee that I won't rant and rave about why guys suck. (Because they do. No offense, guys.) But I'm hoping to have some funny stories and reveal a bit about myself and why I suck at the dating game. (I just do. Don't worry; you'll see.)

I will definitely continue blogging about sports and all those other random things I blog about. I might start book/movie/music reviews. I want to start up my short fiction again. And who knows what else could show up? This is my blog, and as such, it should be about my life and my interests.

I have a glut of ideas for dating posts, so hopefully those will start showing up soon. And hopefully you won't judge me too harshly for writing what I think. Because I have no idea where this random idea is going to end up.