she couldn't ever win me, 'cause she couldn't ever catch me

This is not my week. I'm feeling quite exasperated. Landlords let us know they are selling the house we live in, and it's upsetting. I love this place. I could see myself here for many years. But Aziz and I are not interested in buying, because there is a lot of work that needs done on it. I just hate to move already. We've only been here since September. 

Also, I got the new Moto G from republic wireless, and it's faulty. Now I have to troubleshoot it with an online tech, and when he decides that it's obviously not working correctly, I will have to ship it back and be phone less for up to 2 weeks.

Not my week.

ow.

So lately I've been feeling rather chubby. Probably due to my having gained around 50 pounds in the past two years, most of which was gained within the past year. I guess that's what happens when you get married and never want to cook your own meals, and then get a sit-down-for-eight-hours-everyday job. Kneaders was actually more beneficial to my weight maintenance than I had thought. I always thought, "Oh, if I wasn't working my bum off at this super high stress job, I would have more energy to cook and exercise daily." Nope!

Anyway, today I started Day 1 of Insanity. My fit test. Shaun T. kicked my butt. I did very poorly. But that's what this is about, right? Improvement? Here goes nothing! (But hopefully, it's my fat that goes, and not nothing...)

blah blah blah

So I'm just sitting here, reading other people's blogs and wondering why I can never seem to consistently post in my own blog. Probably cause I'm just lazy, but it seems like a good thing to do in any case. But now that I'm here, I don't seem to have anything to say. This is why people like me just shouldn't do blogs.

dilbar, shikdum shikdum

So, I'm married!

Everyone knows this. My loving husband is Aziz Ahmed, and he was born in Pakistan, raised in Brooklyn, New York, and then dragged out to Utah by none other than myself! He is incredible. Tall, dark, and oh so vair handsome. He is my favorite person in the whole world.

Everyone always asks us how we met, and I suppose they're not wrong to do so. He is a half Pakistani, Brooklyn boy, and I am a white bread Utah girl from an LDS family. Where could I possibly find a very large, brown man in central Utah that wasn't Tongan or going to BYU? The answer is very simple: Internet.

When I first met Aziz, I merely knew him as the level 85 Blood Elf Paladin who was one of the higher-ups in the Guild I was part of in World of Warcraft. If you're not familiar with World of Warcraft, you live under a rock and I'm not going to explain it to you. Back then, just before the summer of 2011, he was "Raariston", and I was "Hunted". I was attracted to him straightway because of how silly he tended to be when talking on the Guild chat. I remember him joking about how he was going to eat the last of his cake before the rapture came. (If you don't remember, one Harold Camping predicted the "rapture" to be on May 21st of 2011.) Later, I encountered him by chance in a virtual city and began directing my toon (aka world of warcraft character) to jump in circles around him to signify that I recognized him as a member of my guild. In return, his toon began dancing circles around mine. For some reason, he doesn't seem to remember much of anything that happened between us (which wasn't much) until one specific instance when I required help locating a dungeon. I was very low-leveled and therefore my toon had to walk at the slowest speed possible, and he had a flying mount that allowed him to travel at the fastest speed possible. Somehow, I still managed to locate the dungeon before he did, but I was grateful for his assistance either way. To express my undying gratitude, I told him, "fanks." To this day, he won't let me say it any other way.

we were busy writing songs for YOU

I envy my sisters for being so diligent and cute with their blogging. For some reason I can't seem to keep up. I'm not any busier in my life than they are with theirs. I guess it's just a matter of prioritizing. Or that I have so many interests that I can't seem to focus on one long enough to make it a hobby.

from way up there, you and I

So it's been like... over a year since I've posted! Which is typical of me. I have a very hard time keeping a journal, let a alone a blog. But really... I don't know what to write about now!

Maybe I'll think of something.

i'm still an animal

So... am I the only one that frequently wonders about what they'll name their children? I always have a few favorite names picked out. They change about every couple months.

For a long time I liked Aisling. It's pronounced ASH-ling, for those who don't know much about old Irish names... which is most of the world. I still do think it's very cute, but I have to wonder what my family (especially Katie) would think if I named my daughter Aisling. They'd probably think I'm some kind of weirdo who tortures their children with horribly obscure names just to be unique. In actuality, I've read several books with characters named Aisling, and I just think it's adorable.

Then I was determined to keep Grace Harper. Doesn't it just roll off the tongue so smoothly? It's like a gorgeous celebrity name. Can't you see her now? Blonde curls and luminous green eyes? Gracie Harper Lastname. Partly inspired by the song Gracie Girl (or whatever it's called) by Ben Folds with Harper added in because it's just so Hollywood. I swear it's up there next to Marilyn Monroe and Lydia Montenegro as far as delicious names go.

At the moment, I'm fixated with "Ree". I just think it's so cute. Can't you see little Ree? Dark hair, dark eyes. She's gorgeous. Of course, Ree could just be a nickname. Think of the possibilities! Risa, Sonrisa, Riana, Ariana, Rosie, Lori. I particularly like Risa and Ariana.

These, of course, are only the girl names. For a long time now, I've really loved the names Henry and Gregory. Of course, I can't have two children with names that both end in 'y'. I could shorten Gregory to just Gregor, though, which is just as good. Henry is inspired in part by the main character in Faerie Wars (excellent series of books, in my opinion) and also a supporting character in the Gregor the Overlander series. Obviously, my affinity for the name Gregor comes from there. Then there are the bazillion other names that I love: Howard, Mark, Lucas, Vaughn, Jameson/James, Tobias, and Fletcher for boys, and then Cheyenne, Lucille, Kate, Ofelia, Oriel/Orielle, Esther, Finley, Sonora, Raine, Vivienne/Vivian, and Adele for girls.

So many choices... Odds are I'll end up marrying some guy that has names already picked out and will not budge for anything.

i don't love you, i'm just passing the time

You know what irritates me? The fact that I'm good at everything. I'm good at everything, but I'm not excellent at any one thing. Sure I can draw decently, I can play the violin, I can sing, Math comes relatively easy to me, as well as English and Reading. Science as well. I can hold my own at Halo. But would I consider myself a pro at any of these things? No. Because I'm not. I'm not proud of being well-rounded because I want to be amazing at one, specific skill. Everyone is supposed to have a strength, right? Well what's mine?

you could love me if i knew how to lie

Today is the second day of spring break! So far I've spent my time very wisely by doing very productive activities (sleeping in, playing video games, watching Bones, etc.). It's very likely that the rest of my spring recess will be spent doing as such because I have about 2.5 friends.

I guess it's pretty fair to say that my best friend is Zach. Out of all my friends, he's the one I see and talk to the most. The only problem is that he tends to act really.. overeager. Like a puppy, sort of. I'm afraid that he likes me a lot more than I like him. I regard our relationship as strictly platonic, but I think that he wishes it was more than that, and it scares me. Well, no. Scared isn't the right word. Irritated is more accurate. I get irritated, then angry, and I lash out at him and avoid him for a couple days and then I feel bad and try to act nice and it starts all over again. It's kind of something that happens whenever I spend too much time with any one person. They start to annoy me beyond belief.

Next on my list of friends would be Eric and Kate. Eric is the person I actually consider to be my best friend, but I'm not really sure he counts seeing as he's my older brother. Plus I don't get to spend as much time with him because he works nights. When he's free, I'm at school, and when I'm free, he's at work. I'm hoping to take advantage of my free time during spring break to spend some time with him.

I really love Kate to death, too. I was resentful at first because I regarded her as a succubus that was stealing my brother away, but I got over it, and now we're friends, and I'm really glad we are. We don't always agree, but that's okay, cause talking to her is super fun. We both like movies and watch them pretty frequently. We love to read, so we share books. I regret ever having harbored ill feelings toward her.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for right now. Stay classy, San Diego.

am i free or am i tied up

I think this is the third time I've created a blog. I'm confident that this one is the best yet. I figured I might as well since I created a blog specifically designed to document my Personal Progress (found here).

I'm not really good at this blogging thing, to be honest. I tend to put too much detail into my thoughts or vary too much in subject to really make sense. I guess that's the price I have to pay for having an insanebrain.

I'm too lazy to really describe my life up to this point to anyone who doesn't know me. Besides, it's unlikely that anyone who doesn't already know me would read this anyway, so there really is no point. I'm just going to start with today. Cheerio!