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No Games of Charades Left to be Played

I'll be honest, this blog has not been my place to vent and to cheer about dating wo's (woa's? whoa's? woe's? . . . I think I like woes the best.) about dating woes. However, there are some things that tend to be life changing enough in the world of love that they simply can't be ignored in any aspect.

One might assume that an engagement to get married might be such an occasion, and so I've opted to make a little variance from the norm.

Saturday night, my girlfriend (Her eyes are Hazel, therefore I will give her the name of Hazel for the time being.) Hazel and I went out for a very nice dinner at the Olive Garden. On our way out I sent the message to Double that he can get things ready for Hazel and I.

A friend of ours was having a party over at the church and we were supposed to bring some root beer for the party, so we went to the store to get some other things as well. (This bought time for Double to go into the room at the church which held a small kitchen where he set up a stereo with a CD of favorite waltzes.) We purchased some ice cream, milk, and bread (you know, the essentials for college students.) and then Double called asking if I'd be willing to do him a favor by going over to the church to pick something up for him (this was also prearranged to keep Hazel from suspecting anything.)

We didn't want the ice cream to melt, so Hazel brought it in. We went into the room and as she began to put the ice cream in the freezer I started to open different doors looking for the "thing" that Double left. (He put it in a random door, so I really was looking.) She noticed the stereo and the CD and excitedly asked if we could dance. Meanwhile I found the ring and mentioned that it might be the thing that we were looking for.

Hazel looked a slight bit confused as to why Double would have left his engagement ring there, but clarity suddenly came upon her as I dropped down to one knee and asked if she would marry me. After a very excited "YES!" I turned on the music and we danced the night away.

:)

As long as there are tests in schools . . .

I have some free time. Right now I should be looking at a question asking me to explain something about the mechanism of action in the drug class fluoroquinolones. However, instead I'm writing this blog to tell you why I'm not taking the test. (Did you follow that one?)

My professor has been contaminated and therefore he was not able to give us the test which we'd studied so long and hard for.

Don't worry, he's probably just fine, but due to all of the procedures that are put in place for such an occurrence he was going to be busy till our class time was up.

I'm really not upset about it, obviously another day or two to study is a welcome opportunity. So I'm going to buckle down and see if I can get my head around some of those more exciting little tidbits. (By the way; Fluoroquinolones interfere with the nucleic acid synthesis in order to kill the bacteria.)

"Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo. I do believe it." -Paul Simon

As a child one of my favorite places to be was at the zoo. As an adult one of my favorite places to be is at the zoo. I have one of those mental disabilities where I look so much older, but my mind still wants to be a kid. That might not be such a hindrance as a an aid however.

When I started my college career I felt a little sheepish when I told people that I wanted to work in a zoo for the rest of my life. As I continued in my schooling I've become more confident in my decision and thus it's become quite a fun game for me to see peoples reactions when they realize that I'm serious. "Oh you're majoring in animal science, you're going to be a vet?" "Nope, a zoo keeper."

The major difficulty of this whole theory is that the only zoo within 2 hours of me is actually more like an aviary, where the largest carnivores are the bobcats. (They do have a very impressive bull elk.) That is why I've decided to attempt a job at Utah's largest zoo. I'll be dropping off my application to the Hogle Zoo on Tuesday for seasonal employment with hopes that I will be able to use the time to network for better internships outside of quiet Logan.

I'm actually pretty excited about the idea and am expecting all to go pretty well, if I can actually get my cover letter up to standards . . . anyways, wish me luck.