ESPN and Noise

Give and take, the elements of a successful relationship. I don't like dating, but have recently found a boyfriend that beat the odds. As someone that normally prefers being alone, it has been a new experience to spend my time with him and attempt to take interest in his hobbies as he does the same for me. Typical;he likes ESPN and metal music. I know how to hang out with guys, in fact, the majority of my friends are males, but usually when they decide to flip on ESPN, I decide that it's time to head home. Now I am faced with the challenge of watching Dick Vitale and acting like I'm listening, or at least trying to understand him beyond his animated monologues. Don't get me wrong, I like sports. Soccer is great, basketball is fast-pace, but football...football is something that is about as interesting to me as Chemistry Labs. I'm working on learning the rules, because the last time I watched football was in High School, where games were more of a social arena than an athletic event. I've been figuring out the difference between first down and fourth down, how important ten yards can be, and why a field goal is chosen instead of running the ball. Don't I sound like I'm interested? No? Ehhh well, it's more than I knew a few months ago.
Did I mention that he also likes motorcross? Last night he sat talking about the difference between a 250 rider and a 125 rider. Apparently it's the size of the engine, I'm sure I'll need at least ten more explanations beforeI understand, but the point is, I'm trying. For once, I'm trying to learn how to take an interest in something that I haven't found an interest in during the 22 years I've been alive. It helps that I have a reason, and I'm sure that when I watch Grey's Anatomy and listen to Bjork he's grinding his teeth and trying to be patient like I do with football. Step 1 is trying, I've got step one down...

I am officially a computer genius...

The title implies that I'm being sarcastic. Sadly, no. In my head, creating a blog is something that I'm going to boast to my parents the next time I call them, because they are the only people on earth that understand computers less than I...