Mind vs Body

So, I've been realizing something more and more lately: My body is calling out for children. Every time I see a cute kid on the street or television, I say something stupid like "That is such a good looking child; I hope my kids are that good looking," or something like that. Especially little boys... for some reason I have a tendency to want a son. It's weird. Every time I think or say something about wanting kids, I stop myself and wonder why I just had that notion, because I really don't want children yet. I'm only (6 days short of) 21. I don't need or want kids for about another decade.
So my mind and body are fighting with each other about this subject matter. You see, my body is very impulsive, and it feels that I'm now to the age where I should be having kids. Maybe it has to do with so many people in my family having kids at around my age, maybe it has to do with the caveman instincts- you know, where so many ancestors did or felt something, and somehow through DNA or genetic whatever, that same action or feeling gets passed on to you. But whatever the cause, I'm happy that my mind isn't putting up with my body's bullcrap. My mind knows that I would make a horrible parent right now. I would grow to resent my children for taking my youth away from me. I want to stay young and free for as long as I can.
Body: Psssst, Nicole.... Hey, see that toddler over there? The one with the dark brown curly hair? Look how cute he is. Your kids will have dark curly hair, I know it. Isn't he adorable? Doesn't it make you want to-
Mind: Stop! Stop right there! Body, we've had this discussion. Nicole, sure he's cute, but think about all the crying, screaming, pooping, and sleepless nights his parents have gone through to raise him. Are you ready for that? I think not.
Body: Mind, listen... She doesn't have much time left. She's not a teenager anymore. She's only got 252 eggs left in her. Every month, she loses one- whoops, make that 251. You see?! Time is ticking! Pretty soon, she won't have any left, and she won't have passed on her lineage.
Mind: I'm not listening to this. If I let you have your way, she'd have 8 kids by the time she's 30-
Body: Only 8?!-
Mind: -and I won't let that happen. She won't end up a shriveled up, bitter old woman so long as I have a say in it.
Body: Fine. Let her become a lonely old maid. Pft. See if I care.
Mind: I won't let that happen.

~1 day later~

Body: Hey Nicole, look at that baby over there. Or even better... Look at that chocolate cake his head is next to...

Mind: Goddamnit, Body!

Bye bye, nicole

Smarts

If in the case you were wondering as to the credentials and general intelligence of yours truly, here is a screenshot of my smartness.

I whited out anything that revealed personal information... or just embarrassing stuff.

I'm overall smarter than 98% of people within 5 years of my age on this website. I feel so smart! Here's a link, you should check the site out: Lumosity

In other news, this is the first time I've posted two updates in one day! Oh sure, it's fine now, but wait till I start getting really into it; I'll end up turning Impressionation into a status update. It'll get annoying really fast.
Also, yes that is Plants vs Zombies and World of Warcraft on my toolbar. I know. I'm cool.

See ya, nicole

Relationships

So, I have the best boyfriend ever. I love him to pieces. Just sayin'.

Such a loving relationship we have.

Looking back, I wonder what makes our relationship work so well. There's a quote by someone (not sure who) that says:

"We're all at least a little weird, and life is extremely weird... So when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with our own, we join up in a mutual weirdness and call it love"

Which I think generally sums up my relationship with Brennen. I cannot think of anyone else in the world who would think my farts are cute, or who will let me motorboat him, or who will laugh when I tell corny jokes (although, sometimes I think he's laughing at me). But there must be other components, right?

1) We are each other's best friends. True, we have other friends that we hang out with, but at the end of the day, we always come together to make fun of our friends (and I'm kidding, to any of my friends reading this). We tell each other our secretest secrets, and and most annoying complaints. We completely confide in each other, even if it means telling the other one that yes, that dress does make your butt look big (Sorry Brennen, you just can't pull off floral prints).

2) We fight. Maybe you're first thought might be that this is a bad thing. Sure, if couple fight several times a day, then yes, that is probably a negative sign. But fighting or arguing is actually a good sign, if done right. You have to stay calm, respect each other's opinions, and try not to throw any punches. And sometimes, when the other person is mad at you, even if you think you're absolutely right and have done nothing wrong, just apologize. You need to fess up to the fact that even though it's not a big deal to you, it is to them, and in doing or saying something wrong, you've inadvertently hurt their feelings. So swallow you're pride and just do what you can to make them feel better about it. They'll do the same for you if they ever make you mad.

3) We take an interest in each other. He's an introverted gamer. I'm an extroverted actress. When we first got together, I thought World of Warcraft was a spin-off of Dungeons and Dragons, and he thought... well, I don't even know if he knew plays still existed. But we evolved, and now we have an appreciation for each other's passions. This is very important, because not taking an interest in your bf/gf's passions is like saying they don't interest you.

4) We talk every day. This is probably more reserved for long-distance things, but talking every day is crucial because we only see each other every week or ever other week. Skype is especially helpful for this.

5) We are comfortable with each other. We fart and burp together. We make funny faces. We tickle each other. We wrestle. We say stupid things, knowing that this is the only person you can say stupid things to and it won't matter. For example, he was at PAX this last year in Washington and I said something like "I'm sure you'll have a great time. Unless aliens decide to blow up the building the convention is in. In which case I don't think anyone will have a good time." He just laughed and called me a dork and said he loved me, while my cousin who was walking with me gave me the weirdest look ever, like I had just painted my face blue and set my hair on fire while running through the mall naked singing "Home on the Range."

Anyways, the point is, I love my boyfriend, he is splendiferous in every way, and I wouldn't trade him for anything.

That's all for now, nicole.