if kyle's final grades stink. it's not my fault.

So, get this.  Being the amazing girlfriend that I am, today Kyle forwarded me his Philosophy study guide (his own "cute" idea) so I could help him.  I patiently read through it and quizzed him over video chat.  He was studying and getting ready to go to the testing center to take the final.  During my quizzing, I noticed him frequently looking down.  I joked with him about cheating and looking at the guide.  He laughed it off and swore he didn't have the guide in front of him.

**Cue the annoying Angry Birds theme music**

All of a sudden, the subject changed from the "pros and cons of socialism" to the NEW update of Angry Birds [Seasons]...  he was SO excited because this time... THE EGGS WERE EASTER THEMED.

Ridiculous.  So, sure, the study guide wasn't in front of him but his iphone sure was.  i was sacrificing beach time to help my man study, and he seriously sat there and played angry birds.

Whatever.  He eventually quit playing and then I informed him I was going to the beach... of course he further requested I keep helping him.  Psh.  Not.  Gonna.  Do.  It.

It was this event that resulted in the following conversation after my dinner tonight:

(approximately 8:00pm my time)

My response to it all:  "sorry baby, don't wait up.  i have things to do.  love you."

As much as I adore helping Kyle "ace the final and assure an A in the class", sometimes I just have to get my own stuff done.  It's not his fault I sacrifice my time to help him and get Angry Birds shoved in my face.  Oh wait.  It totally is.

So, for the record... this is a direct consequence on his actions... and, he probably was playing Angry Birds before/after I even began quizzing him... *crossing fingers his grades still rock, as usual*

JUST ANOTHER DAY WHERE IM SO HAPPY IM GETTING MARRIED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.  HE'S JUST SO GREAT.

I'm sure he'll follow up with some post about how I don't understand prime rental locations in Provo-- and how I'm trying to live in the ghetto and he's just looking out for me, even if it means we pay a couple hundred more dollars a month and can't have a [my] dog. ; )