So close!

Funny quote I saw today:
Some men are born with healthcare, some men achieve healthcare, some men have healthcare thrust upon them.
I liked it.
This is me procrastinating my paper. still. I still have to write at least another seven pages, and yet, I'm writing in my blog. Looking back, it appears that I started this blog as a way to procrastinate studying, so I suppose that this is an appropriate use of it. It snowed today. A lot. I love the snow so much... My roommates and I went crazy today. I think everyone is high off stress...this week is killing me slowly, and it's only Monday. Well, Tuesday morning now. And finals are next week. Meh.
I have mixed feelings about going home...I love my family, but we're going to California for Christmas and I was kind of looking forward to a nice quiet Christmas at home. Oh well. I do love California. It just doesn't have snow. I just can't wait until next semester. I have a feeling it's going to be great. I don't know why...maybe because winter semester was so great last year.
Jenae and I went to the Doyle's house for dinner on Sunday. They were in my family's ward in Texas...so I've known them forever. Longer than I've known most people. Anyway...we're going to their house again the day we get back from vacation. It's gonna be big. Sounds like a great way to start the semester, huh? Oh. Right. I remember why I brought them up. Apparently my dad, when talking to Brother Doyle, said that I have a boyfriend. So when I got there, Brother and Sister Doyle interrogated me about my "boyfriend." Separately. I don't think that two sort of dates a month ago count as a boyfriend, and I don't know who else he could have meant. I'm tired of my parents spreading rumors about me. I have no boyfriend because no one wants me. Because I fail at flirting. Or talking to guys I like. Sometimes I wish I had the skills I seemed to have so easily in high school...but then I remember why I don't have these "gifts" anymore: I abused them. Funny how that works. Ok. No more male bitterness. This is why I don't really mention that sort of thing anymore. The other day in the Wilk, every single conversation I heard for an HOUR was about marriage. There's a reason that sort of thing is hard to get out of your head here...BYU is such a special place.
Well, I should write my paper. Fare thee well, whoever you are.