controversial opinions

I'm a rather opinionated person, although I often keep those opinions to myself due to my aversion to confrontation. Anyhow, I've been noticing lately how many silly little things I have opinions about, and how controversial those opinions may be. They make me laugh, so I want to share a few with you.

Words: The word 'swoon' is one I truly can't stand. I have no rational explanation, but it drives me bonkers every time I think about it. This word seems to be all over the blogging universe these days. Everyone is *swooning* over shoes and dresses and nice looking men. Ugh. Hate. The word 'bestie' is another one that irks me. I may be the only person on the planet who is bothered by this word and who doesn't use it. Again, no real explanation, but sheesh. I just have a few plain ol' best friends. Nothin' wrong with that. Conversely, I have no problems with the word 'moist.' I actually quite like it. There is no other way to describe a deliciously perfect, rich, moist, chocolate cake. If you consider how many people feel about the word 'moist' that is how I feel about 'swoon.'

NPR: Why is everybody obsessed with NPR? I consider myself a pretty cultured and educated person, but I honestly can't handle it. How do people listen to that? I tried listening in the care once during the early stages of this NPR craze and I lasted about 3 minutes. I read The Week, which is definitely my favorite news source. It gives you quick info about lots of issues and presents varying opinions on current issues, which I very much enjoy. No NPR for me. Music please!

H&M: In a way I hate to say it, but I think H&M is seriously overrated. They've had some very cute things at times but when I've shopped there it feels a little trashy to me. It's about a baby step up from Forever XXI for me. The first time I went to H&M was about 6 years ago in Amsterdam and our friend from Switzerland who was with us aptly described it as European Old Navy. "Semi-fashionable, relatively cheap price and cheap quality." Amen. It's alright and I would definitely look around, but the obsession is out of control. I bet it will die down eventually after the new store opens in Utah.

Five Guys: I know a lot of people who think Five Guys is the best. burger. place. ever! I personally think the hamburgers are very average and the fries are a little gross. Plus, they don't have shakes! If I go out for a burger I want a shake and yummy french fries. As soon as I learned they didn't have shakes I knew I would never be a big fan.

Summer: I have to tell you, I realized this year that I am not a great lover of summer. On facebook people are always hating the rain, wanting summer to come, and enjoying the sun/lake/pool/etc. I think fall is my favorite. I prefer my fall/winter clothes. I prefer the cool weather. I hate being hot. Also, I really don't enjoy swimming {the quintessential summer activity!}. It feels good when it's hot, but usually I go to the pool and I'm thinking, "Why am I here and why am I not wearing clothes?" Plus I'm opposed to getting sunburns. I haven't been to the pool once this summer. I would rather sit in the shade and read anyway. I think I may be the only person in Provo who thought the long spring with lots of rain and a little bit cooler weather was the best thing ever.

Well, I hope you will laugh at these silly thoughts and opinions of mine. And I hope you won't be offended if you are a lover of NPR or if swoon is your favorite word. I certainly won't be upset if your favorite thing to do is shop at H&M with your bestie.
:)

the more boys i meet . . . the more i love my dog.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Men are idiots. {Ok, let's be honest, I say this just about every day} I've had plenty of moronic encounters with men in the past few months, but none of them were terribly entertaining and some were downright depressing, until tonight. I have a winner for you, folks! All the single ladies, gather 'round. You will want to fight me for this guy. First off, let's rewind a few weeks.

So three or four weeks ago I went to concert with The Vibrant Sound at Provo Town Square with Becky and some girls. After the concert we continued to a house party. I had never been to such a party, and if we can have another honest moment I will admit that I was having feelings of losing my youth. I needed to do something fun and crazy for once! The party was packed and wicked lame, and we were standing in the back yard talking about leaving when a young man approached us. There was a bit of small talk and as we exchanged names I told him that it didn't really matter because I couldn't see his face so I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him again. He replied with something like, "Well, I'm very attractive {handsome?}."  I don't recall the lead-in, but a couple minutes later he handed me his phone and said he would "let" me put my number in. {Pause. "LET" me?? Seriously? Oh yes, I was DYING to put my number in your phone. THANKYOUTHANKYOU!} I wanted to say something along the lines of a straight-up "get over yourself" but I put my phone number in anyway. He texted me after that party and then a couple weeks ago about going to another party. I didn't respond to that one. Fast forward to tonight.

Ok, so Becky is out of town and I'm alone in the apartment for almost two weeks. My life is boring, so I was home tonight watching some Grey's Anatomy and studying for my anatomy lab final. Yay! At approximately 10:30 I got a text from this character {"Hi"} and I responded {"Hello"}. It was probably dumb to respond, but I was bored, and if I hadn't responded I wouldn't have gotten this GEM of a story! There were a few chatty texts {"Do u remember you I am" -He used "u" & didn't use a question mark, yuck} and he told me he was at another party {"I'd tell u to come to the party I'm at right now but it's way boring"}, at which point I told him that I actually don't really go to random parties. He said he was probably too much of a "partier" for me and I asked if he just goes around to parties getting random girls' phone numbers. This is where it gets good. Prepare yourselves.

"Yes. I make out w a different girl everynight" {*every night}

I responded, "You have got to be kidding me."
This was followed by the real winning text of the night:

"You can be #1,647 haha"
Response: "Gross. Nice try, pal."

Seriously?! Seriously!! {Grey's Anatomy? Anyone?}
This guy actually has an ego the size of Russia.

So anyway, this is exhibit #1,647 of why men are idiots. Nobody would expect a strange man from a house party to be a nice guy, but still. Attempted booty call? I don't think so. I honestly don't know how anyone ever gets married. I'm surrounded by morons!

Disclaimer: I fully understand that not ALL men are mean or stupid and I don't actually regard the entire gender with disgust, but it's much easier to say "men are idiots" than to give a list of all the individual dopes I have interacted with this year.