I have a ton of these.
Tons of 'em. You see, I've written in a journal every.single.day for years upon years. Teenage angst, the college years, you name it, I've got it jotted down. Yes, lemme reiterate: I never missed one day.
And look at this crappy handwriting. You will never doubt me again when I say I have a minor handwriting problem again. Will ya, will ya? (Minor? Minor??)
Anywho, Jeff and I had a friend who came to visit when we were first married. That one nasty apartment in Provo. Shag yellow carpet. You know. Er, maybe ya don't. He said,
"You two are the biggest bunch of zoobies I know." And he laughed.
And I was sooooo offended. Jerk. I am not a zoobie.
If ya don't know what that means, well, the internet gives this definition:
A student at Brigham Young University.
But it's sooo much more than that. Let's keep it simple, though:
A Brigham Young University Student Nerd.
(Now lemme stop ya right here; this is not an 'insert BYU joke here' welcome. You do NOT have to have gone to BYU to be a zoobie. I know paaaaa-lenty of BYU haters that are Zoobs. Don't make me call you out!)
Rereading through these journal entries, I'm gonna have to give it up and be honest, here.
I really was a zoobie. This is so nerdy I cannot bear to read it.
And finally, the point of all a this, is to tell you just why I update thee ole blog nearly daily.
It's in ma blood, man. (*no connection between Zoobieness and blog updating intended*).