Once upon a time, I came up to the University. It seemed the right thing to do, after all...both of my sisters dear had come to USU.
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Yes, this is an image from circa 1940s. And, yes, it's not mine. But, isn't Logan snow awful?
Yes. |
I was a young English major. Easily impressed by anyone's love of Chaucer (which, really, is after all, an impressive love), I developed crushes in most of my classes.
But, I didn't date much.
I had adventures:
Stealing a couch with my roommates. We were young. We were wild.
Going to random plays. Like
The Christmas Tale.
Staying up really late.
Eating dozens of peppermint kisses with those same roommates.
Watching
Love Actually (the Clean Flicks version), like 8 times.
Then, when that blissful freshman year ended...I went to a place.
I was a waitress.
I didn't drop things.
I only spilled coffee sometimes.
I worked a lot.
And, I gained a lot of weight.
And, then I came home.
I had a weird Fall. In which I thought, "HM, school, can I be here?"
Then, I moved into a new apartment.
And, I thought, "HM, school. I can be here. I think."
I had more adventures:
Walking in the snow at midnight to go watch the Australian Open.
Going to Dr. Rosenband's class. An amazing professor. Yes. Yes.
Having Sunday Roommate dinners. We were classy.
Then, sophomore year ended.
And I worked. At a movie store. At a children's park/museum. And, it was nice.
And, I lost some weight. Bless you
Curves.
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| Yes, it was legit awesome. |
Then, I went back to school.
Where I had Shakespeare. With Dr. Jensen. And, it made me want to read Shakespeare for, forever.
Where I stayed up late talking with my roommates.
Where I finally went to the Howl. As Rosie the Riveter.
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This is Alexis Bledel as Rosie. She's like tres' classy.
And I love her hair. The end. |
And, yes...no one really knew what my costume was.
But, then I had a hard Spring.
And, I lost my way for a bit.
I gained some weight.
I cried a bit.
And, I thought, "School. Nope."
So, coming back to school this Fall...was interesting. I thought, "What am I doing here?"
But, I worked it.
I lost over 20 pounds.
I gained some perspective.
And, yes...I met my Fiance. Boy.
This boy was in a class I had that was something like "World Religions. And some literature."
We were put into a group together to teach Judaism.
When I first met Chandler, I am sure I wowed him with my verbal skills.
Because I remember chatting up a storm.
And then, I got an email from him.
It was legit hilarious. And, intriguing. I mean, a boy who writes? That's straight lovely.
Here's a snippet:
"So, when you were impersonating Michael Sowder the other day, I noticed that you gave him (I guess) like a British(-ish, I think) accent. Which is hilarious (in a good way). But I was wondering, is it just a natural, or is it a conscious thing? Do you give everyone a British(-ish, I think) accent when you impersonate them, or just men? From where does it come? Whatever the case, it’s a beautiful thing."
Oh yes. He had me at "British(-ish, I think) accent." Because, I am a legit British fan. This means I love Dr. Who, dream about Harry Potter, wish I was Jane Austen, and spend my free time planning the ultimate tour of the Lake District.
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| OH, Hello. England. |
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| Yes, I should live on this hill. Or by that lake. |
So. He continued to woo me. He took me to on campus plays, and would listen to me talk about the French Revolution. And Dr. Rosenband. For hours.
Then, he met the family.
There was questions. A reference to him being my "kissing friend" at Christmas. And, yes. I can quite say...he is my kissing friend.
You know, it's nice and lovely to find someone who is willing to listen to me talk for hours.
He's a hard worker, a gentlemen, a scholar, and above all patient.
So, in August...we'll be sealed. For eternity. I think I can handle that.
But, only if he agrees to a Gilmore Girls marathon.
