Boys.

I just posted this on the blog I share with the Friendship and realized that it probably works for my more public audience as well. Enjoy.

No college boy life for me; at least, not yet. I surprise myself by realizing that I quite honestly don't care. As long as I have a few friends/people that will say hi to me, I'm good. I've never really been one to crave social interaction. Besides, the boys in my ward just seem so mentally young (even though they're older than I am). It's kind of gross.

I want someone older, someone who is legitimately intelligent, realistically ambitious, intensely hardworking, and generally serious about his life plans. I mean, this is LIFE. I am focused entirely on preparation; at this point, dealing with someone who isn't is equivalent to babysitting.

The freshman boys I have met are the mental equals of messy, slack-off kindergartners when held to this standard, with no more intellectual foresight than pieces of roadkill. I am honestly grossed out by their immmature lack of focus.

In other news, I earned the highest score in my 100+ person class on our first PDBio test! I skipped class the following day to run the restriction digest on my DNA isolations through an agarose gel for genotyping, though, so I wasn't there when the teacher called me up in front of everyone for recognition. Talk about a contradictory first impression.