Ah the joys of the season.

Or, How to embarrass oneself during the holidays.

Option One = While At the Waterpark.
Step 1: Go on a trip with the family.
Step 2: Decide it is too cold for skiing and go to a waterpark instead.
Step 3: Make sure the waterpark has indoor components.
Step 4: Have a great time until you notice the SMOKIN' HOT guy standing by the slides. He works there, is shirtless, and is GORGEOUS and so attractive he makes you want to ... nevermind. You're already only wearing a bikini.
Step 5: Almost drop the inflated inner tube you are carrying (these are required for the slides)
Step 6: Realize that doing so would be embarrassing. Mumble "SHIT" and recover, smiling at said SMOKIN' HOT man.
Step 7: Regaining confidence, try to look sexy in your new bikini.
Step 8: Realize your summer tan is gone.
Step 9: Confidence diminishes slightly. To make up for it, stand tall but cutely.
Step 10: Realize you are trying to look sexy while holding up a huge blue inner tube.
~End of Story.~

Option Two = While Skiing.
1. Ski ski ski ski ski.
2. Think you're so skilled and elegant, nobody better look at you with anything but admiration.
3. Stop on slope to wait for sister.
4. Notice good looking, truly talented snowboarder whiz by.
5. To your delight, HE STOPS five yards down the mountain and grins at you.
6. (Still waiting for sister) wave cutely, make cute pose (in ski suit, you can DEFINITELY see that. Yeah. Right.)
7. While smiling and waving and hoping for him to respond, sister comes sliding down the mountain at top speed.
8. Sister crashes into you, you both fall, and slide down past the snowboarder, losing your skis and poles along the way, finally getting hopelessly tangled in a tree.
9. Hear snowboarder laugh. Hope he just goes away.
10. Hope he just didn't see.
11. Snowboarder picks up your stuff and brings it to you.
12. You say, "Arghlaksdriep? Thmnks...yrhou?" Because sister's elbow is lodged in your stomach.
13. He laughs and leaves.

Happy Holidays everybody!
Love,
~Dido

Thoughts on Those of the Male Persuasion.

Ingrid, ShoSho, Pterodactyl and I are in the A Cappella Club here at BYU. One Tuesday evening, we were walking back to our dorm after a club meeting when we passed a group of guys. Suddenly, one of the guys says, "Hey ladies, look how fast I can run," and takes off running. And we all burst out laughing, and proceeded to discuss all the way home how that was just a particularly blatant example of what ALL MALES DO.

It's true.

Men just crave attention from women. It doesn't matter whether they like the women, or would ever date the women, or find the women remotely attractive. They just want their existences validated and so they attempt to gain praise by being ridiculous show-offs.

So now, whenever we notice a guy showing off in some manner or other, we say "Ladies, look how fast I can run" and collapse in a fit of immature giggles, much to the confusion of the poor male who has just failed in his attempt to impress us with whatever (getting a concussion, being able to hit a low B flat, knowing pi to 500 places, etc.). All of the previous examples, by the way, actually happened.

So yes. Boys are ridiculous.

In other news, you should get on YouTube RIGHT NOW and watch the movie "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging." The book is better, but the movie is still basically the funniest thing ever.

Hugs and Kisses,

Medusa

This Isn't A Real Post

Rather, it's the lyrics to Medusa's favorite song, in their entirety. It's possibly the most poignant and beautiful song ever.


And So it Goes
by Billy Joel

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
As if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

LALALALALALA...AROOooOOOO!

Hello everyone out there in blog-world.

It's been a while. How are you? I'm freaking fantastic. Because you know what? Medusa and I had forgotten our password to this blog and JUST NOW remembered it!!!

So I've got a lot of updating to do, on my life.

First of all, I now have a boyfriend, but you see, it's not Billy Bob Joe XII... his name is Moose. He goes to a college close by, but not too close, so I really only get to see him on the weekend...which I must say makes the reunions so much sweeter but I miss him so so much during the week. Anyway let me just say that Monday will be our 10 week "anniversary" which is good - really good, because we've dated before and didn't make it that far, ever. More on past history later, maybe. It's 11:38 and I can't go through that right now.

Anyway I love him. I'm pretty sure we're gonna get married and Medusa knows about this... she's helped me look through some dresses while I suggest ridiculously awesome shoes for her...

Oh and guess what? I got an A- on my Politics midterm exam. SO HAPPY!!!!!!

Also, I'm not quite "over" Billy Bob. I guess that's bad...but...my dear Moose knows about it, and when I told him, he said it would be okay, and just held me close. That's when I knew for sure he's a keeper - now I'm just doubting myself, what if I can't keep up my end of the deal?

It will be okay, though, I had no idea I had the capacity for so much love in my heart, to give and to receive, no idea someone would know me so well from the inside out, not idea anyone could be so patiently understanding and supportive, and the best thing is, I told him I want a career, and he said he could be a stay at home dad. I love him. I love him. I love him. Need I say more?

That will be all for now...I promise I will write more frequently from now on. I had forgotten how much fun this is.

One last thing: You all should look up this Youtube video, it's Helene Segara, L'amour est un soleil... beautiful gorgeous song... ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMbvzowbFzk&a=GxdCwVVULXe5Bnh8-2G82I71DqIIqqZC&list=ML&playnext=21

TTFN, dearies *with English accent of course*
~Dido

Starting a relationship 3 weeks before leaving for college was probably a bad idea...

...Especially when the clock ticks down and it's six days before you leave. I should have learned my lesson ages ago. Relationships mean emotional attachment, and that means dependence. But I never learn, and here I am.

So last Friday, I went on my date with The Loser. And it was fun. Of course, it almost wasn't. I picked him up, because I'm an idiot for dating a guy without a license, and started driving. And ran, at 65 mph, into some metal thing that looked like the door of a dog cage. So it was grating against the road and I was panicking and I pulled onto the shoulder... the wrong shoulder. But at that point I did not care. So I got out of the car, and pulled out the piece of the cage, only then I couldn't get back in through the drivers door because there wasn't enough space between the door and the guardrail so I had to get in through the back door and climb over the seat, except I got hooked by a fishing hook on a fishing rod some idiot had put in the car. "Some idiot" being my dad, who had gone camping. Anyway, I disentangled and de-hooked myself, and climbed into the seat. The Loser laughing the whole way. It was humiliating.

But then we went on to Alejandro's, and ate. And he paid! I wasn't sure whether he would. And then we went to the movie, and sat there in the theater for 10 minutes without even touching as I wondered whether he was actually interested in me, until he finally grabbed my hand. Actually he asked permission to hold my hand, which I found rather endearing. And then he put his arm around me, and I stopped paying attention to the movie. We saw Salt, but I couldn't tell you whether it was good because I honestly don't know.

And then on Monday I went to his house, to play videogames. Slightly lame in that I suck at all videogames. There are no exceptions. And so The Loser proceeded to beat me at Guitar Hero, Modern Warfare 2, and Halo. Then his younger sister came in, which was both a bad and good thing. Good in that she convinced him to quit playing videogames and put on something from Netflix instead, bad in that she sat there and WOULD NOT LEAVE so The Loser and I could only hold hands discreetly because his sister is a creeper. But then when I left he walked me to my car, and I kissed him. Apparently it was his first kiss. Which was odd. But oh well. He seemed to have liked it.

So yeah. That's basically what's happened with me and The Loser. And here I am. And it's weird. Because, I mean, I definitely love him. And he's said he loves me too. Which I love hearing... but always lurking in the background is the reminder that a few months ago, he was saying these same sweet, amazing things to Girl Scout. And it's hard for me to trust him. Which is stupid and hypocritical of me, as I've definitely said these things to other guys before. And I don't even know what's going to happen when I leave in 6 days.

Relationships and emotional attachment and dependence are all highly overrated.

But I love him anyway.

~Medusa

Thoughts on Dentists

I had to go to the dentist twice this week, for a checkup and then a filling. And these experiences have made me ask some questions.

For example, why do dentists insists on hanging up posters about various things that can be wrong with your teeth? There you are, lying in that stupid chair, bored out of your mind and then there are these POSTERS that make you panic and be like "Oh no, what if I have moderate periodontitis?" Hypochondria at the dentist's office. Not a fan. I am also not a fan of the anesthesia they use. Because it is not a pleasant sensation, the feeling that one side of your face is sliding off your skull.

Oh well. On the plus side, I have a date with The Loser tomorrow. We're going to Alejandro's for lunch, which will hopefully not result in my having a hysterical laugh attack similar to the ones I tend to have at Alejandro's with Dido. And then we are seeing Salt. Wish me luck! ...who am I even talking to?

~Medusa

[Dido's Note: Another thing about those posters on destist office walls: The drawings are usually AWFUL. I mean, I can't draw, but I can draw better than THAT.]

Love...

This was my wonderful IM conversation with Billy Bob last night... I love him... <3>

--Dido