If you like me. Then say you like me!

After thoroughly entertaining myself while writing my last post I was anxiously awaiting something tragic, funny, or humiliating to happen to me so I could write it out. I've been sick the last few days and I thought it would be fun to make a blog post when I'm all hopped up on Tylenol and Ibuprofen. Sadly, the most exciting thing that has happened this week was that Brittanye introduced me to the band One Direction.

**TANGENT TIME**

(You do not even want to know how long it took me to change those letters into different colors. Every time I got to the 'N' I would accidentally select the entire word and have to start all over. Like I said, I've been sick.)

I have noticed that when I find something I love I don't just love it, I obsess over it. The future missionary part of me quotes Alma 38:12 to myself, "Bridle all your passions..." But the obsessive part of me tells the missionary part of me to leave me alone and that no one likes a party pooper. (I'm actually pretty morally opposed to that phrase, but it was the only thing I could come up with. I just think the word poop shouldn't be thrown into normal conversation.) That of course causes the missionary part of me to be offended and tell the obsessive part of me to shove off. Which leads the obsessive part of me to say that saying "shove off" isn't a very "missionary" thing to do, and from there it just gets ugly. Words like damnation, true love, hell, and butt-head start getting thrown around.

ANYways...Do I hear the crowd asking for examples? Examples of my unhealthy pattern of obsession? Well I give the people what they want. (The people being the few members of my family that have made it this far in the post and my two followers. Love ya Allie + Kelli!)

I guess my first example could be My Little Ponies because I have a faint memory of walking around the backyard, crying when it was cancelled. (Picture the scene in Star Trek when Spock is wandering the halls crying about his mom. That's what I looked like.)

**Tangent in a Tangent**
Now that I'm thinking back on those My Little Pony days I have come to the conclusion that MLP (as the cool kids call it) was never actually cancelled! I mean why would they cancel such a fabulous kid show? It must have just moved to a different time, and I didn't know how to check that kind of thing in the TV guide! Wow...all those missed opportunities to watch MLP.

**The Triple Tangent**
Remember when the TV guide was like the most prized possession in your house? Almost more important than the remote! Without it you had to watch the TV guide channel and wait for it to get to the stations you cared about.

One of my first major obsessions was 24. Specifically Tony and Michelle. They were the perfect couple! Solana shared my obsession and together we had a love for these two that was matched by no one. Then tragedy struck. I get a telephone call from Ana. There was an explosion. Michelle was killed instantly and Tony is in critical condition. No words I write will explain how truly pathetic Ana and I were that night. I went over to her apartment and we had our own private wake for them. We were so pathetic. I'm pretty sure I was more devastated by their deaths than I would be for the death of my own kin. I'm kidding. I think.

Back to my current obsessions. These three happened with rapid succession. The first was the movie Warrior. I watched it with Matt and Britt and cried my eyes out!

But don't worry I didn't embarrass myself too bad. I made sure to be fashionable and cry purple tears.

Then the next day I got out of bed and listened to the song that plays in the final scene of Warrior and cried again. Then I watched the final scene on youtube, cried again. From then on it was my mission to make everyone know that Warrior was the best movie ever. (Speaking of which have you guys seen Warrior? It's the best movie ever.) Soon after Warrior it was Ramin Karimloo. If you don't know who he is then I have now officially disowned you. But if you want to get back in my good graces just take this time to educate yourselves. Here is a quick peek at who you have been missing:

He is not only gorgeous but he has a voice that literally memorizes women. As demonstrated by his performance as the Phantom in the 25th anniversary DVD. He is also a phenomenal actor!! Midge and I literally watched the Les Miserable and Phantom 25th anniversary DVDs that he is in three nights in a row. Granted we fast-forwarded to all of the good Ramin moments, but that is still some serious time committed to my obsession. At work I literally spent the entire 4.5 hrs looking up stuff about him and falling deeper into the abyss. (Yeah I know, my work is lucky to have me.) Ramin lasted a while until as I mentioned earlier Britt (let it be known that Midge, Britt, and Brittanye are in fact the same people) introduced me to One Direction. They are the cutest boy band in the world! Zayn, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry. Ahh...Harry. They are all roughly 17-20 years old so it's not TOO creepy that I'm in love with every one of them. But the AMOUNT of love for them I have is where it gets creepy. I won't belabor the point by describing how sad I am...but just know it's pretty sad. Here are a few examples of what makes them so adorable:

I warned you that I'm obsessed...

And a few cute moments of my boy Niall:

That may seem like a lot, but that is after Britt and I did serious deep cuts.

Wow. I swear I started this blog with a point, but it turned into a giant tangent. If I had to draw a graph of what this blog post it would look like this:


Impressive right? Well let's see if I can pull a moral out of this one...hmm it's gonna be tricky. Oh, I know! Although I seem to demonstrate schizophrenic behaviors, the diagnosis has never stuck, and I really am trying to work on not being too enamored by movies, tv shows, actors, or boy-bands. Recognition is the first step right? Now if you will excuse me I see that there are new One Direction videos on youtube so my attention is needed elsewhere.

Blessings. (suck it Matt)