Sunday, March 12, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
I went to Golden Corral tonight for the first time. My aunt is in town, so the family called up and we all went to dinner. I would hate to work at Golden Corral. It would be like living in the section of hell designated just for gluttony. There are all these enormous people there with their tubby kids eating plate after plate of food and these poor employees kept having to clean up after them; plate after plate, dish after dish, table after table. It was kind of surreal in a gross circus clown kind of way.
Not that I dislike buffets. I love them. I ate three and a half plates of food. My little brother had like, six. I'm just saying it must really suck for the workers there. They must really hate fat people who eat in front of them. They probably want to shoot them. And then make soap out of their body fat. This is why I can never get a job at the Golden Corral.
I need to learn to be entertaining. Like, telling stories and jokes and stuff. Or learning to put my legs behind my head, or dislocate my shoulders or some crap like that that makes people laugh or have fun. I can be so boring sometimes it hurts. And this is mostly around people who I don't want to be boring around. I've been seriously considering checking out a joke book or something from the library. How lame is that? Pretty freakin lame.
One of the coolest verses in the New Testament:
Mark 5:9
Pretty spooky huh? gives me goose bumps. Jesus is a stud.
I think I'm going to hire a Mexican to do my Spanish homework for me.
Oprah is one of my heroes. Err....heroines. She's an amazing role model and one of the most awesome, generous, down to earth people on the planet. I think we knew each other in the pre-existence. We were probably friends.
Not that I dislike buffets. I love them. I ate three and a half plates of food. My little brother had like, six. I'm just saying it must really suck for the workers there. They must really hate fat people who eat in front of them. They probably want to shoot them. And then make soap out of their body fat. This is why I can never get a job at the Golden Corral.
I need to learn to be entertaining. Like, telling stories and jokes and stuff. Or learning to put my legs behind my head, or dislocate my shoulders or some crap like that that makes people laugh or have fun. I can be so boring sometimes it hurts. And this is mostly around people who I don't want to be boring around. I've been seriously considering checking out a joke book or something from the library. How lame is that? Pretty freakin lame.
One of the coolest verses in the New Testament:
Mark 5:9
Pretty spooky huh? gives me goose bumps. Jesus is a stud.
I think I'm going to hire a Mexican to do my Spanish homework for me.
Oprah is one of my heroes. Err....heroines. She's an amazing role model and one of the most awesome, generous, down to earth people on the planet. I think we knew each other in the pre-existence. We were probably friends.
Monday, February 20, 2006
a post.
I just cancelled on going to the gym with Gilmore Guy and El Veneno because I can't find my stupid ID card. All this little stuff kills me. I missed two tests this week because of little stupid things. They all add up and make me feel like a complete fool who is never going to make it through a university.
Been sick the last few days. Really sick. Last night I was tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep at 6 AM, and then i had to get up at 7 to do inventory at the bookstore. I woke up at 7:05 (which means my alarm clock read 7:10 because I try to make myself punctual like that...ha), cursing under my breath and hurrying to pull my jeans on because I had set the alarm clock but had forgotten to push over the little button that makes it go off in the morning. I hate it when I do that. The jeans were my ragged pair, the ones with the patch in the left knee that my mom sewed on for me. I've been wearing them the last 2 days. Time to change soon.
As soon as I got outside, I started coughing immediately. The cold, dry, Utah air makes me feel like I'm inhaling steel wool. The mountains sure were pretty though.
I was so pissed off walking up the hill to campus. I swore to myself that if any of the uptight old bookstore ladies gave me any flack for being late, I was going to calmly punch them in the gut and then cough all over their desks before I quit altogether.
Lucky for them, they didn't make any noise about it.
So I did inventory for a few hours. I just scanned tons of books in the general book department. Most of them were history, or classics like Dante, or stuff about postmodernism. I don't even know what postmodernism is. I once bought a book for this girl Ashley in high school about postmodernism because it was what she wanted for her birthday. I knew at that point that she was way out of my league. She's at Berkeley now, saving the planet or studying rocks or Iceland or heading MENSA or something.
Being sick sure does make you appreciate the being well times. It's another of those simple little profound lessons in life.
We had some visitors this week. It was sort of a little BYU SSA freshmen orientation thing I guess. Lad came up from California and PM came from BYU Idaho. Both cool kids and both my age, which is sort of rare at BYU, so they will be cool to have around. It's odd and a little daunting to think that the amount of gay people I know at BYU will just keep growing. For some reason I thought it might start going the other way.
Despite my age and cluelessness, I've felt like an old man lately. Being sick adds to this. It seems like my words are chosen more carefully, my observations are more keen, and what would usually shake me up just sort of makes me brace myself and go stoic. Like this:
I feel like I am more uncertain than I ever have been; life is more and more a thing of faith and endurance.
Hmm...
My hair is getting a lot longer. It's lots of fun, and less people mistake me for a blond. I can shake my head and it goes all over the place. My mom says its getting too long. She keeps referring me to people who have told her they will cut it for free if money is an issue. Hehe. She also said I was too skinny and I was going to up and blow away one of these days. I love you, Mom.
I've been thinking about people mostly. I've met tons at BYU, and they've all shaped my character a little I think. I mean, either they make me feel things that I have to deal with or I see a trait in them that I like and then steal for my own or see a flaw in them that I share and try to get rid of or all of the above. I wonder what life would have been like without any of these people. I mean, I'm sure I would have learned and grown, but I wonder how, and to what degree would it have been different. Would God have planned it any other way? I hope not.
I find myself constantly trying to walk this fine line between feeling connected to someone and not letting them influence how I feel. I'm not sure this is possible. I hate feeling like if I lost someone I would want to cry or be sad or not know what to do, but the truth is I feel like that about a lot of people, a lot of my friends whether they know it or not. I'm pretty vulnerable to their decisions. I can control how I react, I get better and better about that all the time. But I can't convince myself to actually feel any differently, even when I say or act like I do. Feelings are more important than we give them credit for I think. They make actions either easier or harder. They are the only things that we have some say in towards other people, unless the other people work tirelessly to figure out how to just turn them off altogether, which I admitt sounds attractive sometimes, but I think can be very crippling. I hope that I influence peoples' feelings positively.
I think I've contradicted myself several times in this blog. But I guess that's the beauty of having my own blog. I can write all the nonsense I want. I don't mean to sound so random in these things, it just happens that way.
Been sick the last few days. Really sick. Last night I was tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep at 6 AM, and then i had to get up at 7 to do inventory at the bookstore. I woke up at 7:05 (which means my alarm clock read 7:10 because I try to make myself punctual like that...ha), cursing under my breath and hurrying to pull my jeans on because I had set the alarm clock but had forgotten to push over the little button that makes it go off in the morning. I hate it when I do that. The jeans were my ragged pair, the ones with the patch in the left knee that my mom sewed on for me. I've been wearing them the last 2 days. Time to change soon.
As soon as I got outside, I started coughing immediately. The cold, dry, Utah air makes me feel like I'm inhaling steel wool. The mountains sure were pretty though.
I was so pissed off walking up the hill to campus. I swore to myself that if any of the uptight old bookstore ladies gave me any flack for being late, I was going to calmly punch them in the gut and then cough all over their desks before I quit altogether.
Lucky for them, they didn't make any noise about it.
So I did inventory for a few hours. I just scanned tons of books in the general book department. Most of them were history, or classics like Dante, or stuff about postmodernism. I don't even know what postmodernism is. I once bought a book for this girl Ashley in high school about postmodernism because it was what she wanted for her birthday. I knew at that point that she was way out of my league. She's at Berkeley now, saving the planet or studying rocks or Iceland or heading MENSA or something.
Being sick sure does make you appreciate the being well times. It's another of those simple little profound lessons in life.
We had some visitors this week. It was sort of a little BYU SSA freshmen orientation thing I guess. Lad came up from California and PM came from BYU Idaho. Both cool kids and both my age, which is sort of rare at BYU, so they will be cool to have around. It's odd and a little daunting to think that the amount of gay people I know at BYU will just keep growing. For some reason I thought it might start going the other way.
Despite my age and cluelessness, I've felt like an old man lately. Being sick adds to this. It seems like my words are chosen more carefully, my observations are more keen, and what would usually shake me up just sort of makes me brace myself and go stoic. Like this:
I feel like I am more uncertain than I ever have been; life is more and more a thing of faith and endurance.
Hmm...
My hair is getting a lot longer. It's lots of fun, and less people mistake me for a blond. I can shake my head and it goes all over the place. My mom says its getting too long. She keeps referring me to people who have told her they will cut it for free if money is an issue. Hehe. She also said I was too skinny and I was going to up and blow away one of these days. I love you, Mom.
I've been thinking about people mostly. I've met tons at BYU, and they've all shaped my character a little I think. I mean, either they make me feel things that I have to deal with or I see a trait in them that I like and then steal for my own or see a flaw in them that I share and try to get rid of or all of the above. I wonder what life would have been like without any of these people. I mean, I'm sure I would have learned and grown, but I wonder how, and to what degree would it have been different. Would God have planned it any other way? I hope not.
I find myself constantly trying to walk this fine line between feeling connected to someone and not letting them influence how I feel. I'm not sure this is possible. I hate feeling like if I lost someone I would want to cry or be sad or not know what to do, but the truth is I feel like that about a lot of people, a lot of my friends whether they know it or not. I'm pretty vulnerable to their decisions. I can control how I react, I get better and better about that all the time. But I can't convince myself to actually feel any differently, even when I say or act like I do. Feelings are more important than we give them credit for I think. They make actions either easier or harder. They are the only things that we have some say in towards other people, unless the other people work tirelessly to figure out how to just turn them off altogether, which I admitt sounds attractive sometimes, but I think can be very crippling. I hope that I influence peoples' feelings positively.
I think I've contradicted myself several times in this blog. But I guess that's the beauty of having my own blog. I can write all the nonsense I want. I don't mean to sound so random in these things, it just happens that way.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Some nights I look back at what I've done during the day and wonder if it was the same person as me doing all of it. Tonight is one of those nights. I wish I knew better about what to do; like, if X happens, do Y. I need some sort of manual for all of this.
Sometimes we want to be friends to other people. Other times we want to be saviors or helpers or lovers or teachers or whatever. We can want long term or or we can want short term. I think I'm slowly learning to be content in whatever role I can be beneficial in, if any. Usually I'm not allowed to pick what I'd like.
Songs to get:
Cake - End of the Movie
Shakira - How do you do
Most people will probably only like one of these two songs, but I like both. They are my favorites for the week.
Monday, January 23, 2006
My life is very magical, as I am acquainted with many fairies.
Today (Sunday) was very refreshing.
I went to all of church. The speakers were awful, but I had time to reflect on things, like life and how I will prepare very well for a talk in church if I ever get that opporunity again. I also enjoy singing hymns.
After church I went home and listened to some Enya and ate brownies. Then I took a nap in my very comfortable bed in my clean room.
This is exactly what I wrote immediately after waking up from my nap this afternoon. Some parts don't make much sense because I was still in a dream daze, but that's one of the magical things about good dreams I think. They don't really make a lot of sense but you feel very nice afterward.
I had the most wonderful dream that I died. I'm not sure how exactly, but it was close to BYU. I went to this underworld thing but it wasnt hell, t was a good place, like a hideout. There were lots of dead people, some good and some bad and there were mormons. Some of us were jedis. I was a Jedi but with a small light saber, green. It was so wonderful to be dead! I wanted to go out and meet lots of people who had died, family and relatives and such. I went up to the main world hoping to find some other dead people to show me around. i saw some people but wasn't sure ifthey were dead or not. It was a family, and they were walking towards the Marriot Center like it was Devotional. They were dressed in church clothes. I called out and then the Mom and Dad stopped and turned around. Then so did the kids. I caught up with them an the mom started talking to me and being really nice and welcoming and explaining things. We kept walking and I said I would like to meet some of my relatives. She looked delighted and was about to explain to me how I could go about doing that and then my phone rang and I woke up. It was my mom and she wanted me to come to dinner. Woke up in a wonderful dreamy mood.
After my dream my parents and Grandma came to pick me up for dinner at their place. I brought all the brownies I had left and shared them with family.
I love my grandma. She is so thrifty and clever and wise. She cares about people very much with that old, experienced, kind, genuine sort of care. She's got so much class but is a very humble, God-fearing, intelligent woman. No one is below her. She sympathizes and comforts with anyone who is in need. She understands even if she doesn't know. I'm glad to be related to her.
I'm eating some of her juneberry pie. Who makes juneberry pie?!? Only my grandma. She's awesome.
I think this is all I had to say. Life is being very agreeable right now. Goodnight.
I went to all of church. The speakers were awful, but I had time to reflect on things, like life and how I will prepare very well for a talk in church if I ever get that opporunity again. I also enjoy singing hymns.
After church I went home and listened to some Enya and ate brownies. Then I took a nap in my very comfortable bed in my clean room.
This is exactly what I wrote immediately after waking up from my nap this afternoon. Some parts don't make much sense because I was still in a dream daze, but that's one of the magical things about good dreams I think. They don't really make a lot of sense but you feel very nice afterward.
I had the most wonderful dream that I died. I'm not sure how exactly, but it was close to BYU. I went to this underworld thing but it wasnt hell, t was a good place, like a hideout. There were lots of dead people, some good and some bad and there were mormons. Some of us were jedis. I was a Jedi but with a small light saber, green. It was so wonderful to be dead! I wanted to go out and meet lots of people who had died, family and relatives and such. I went up to the main world hoping to find some other dead people to show me around. i saw some people but wasn't sure ifthey were dead or not. It was a family, and they were walking towards the Marriot Center like it was Devotional. They were dressed in church clothes. I called out and then the Mom and Dad stopped and turned around. Then so did the kids. I caught up with them an the mom started talking to me and being really nice and welcoming and explaining things. We kept walking and I said I would like to meet some of my relatives. She looked delighted and was about to explain to me how I could go about doing that and then my phone rang and I woke up. It was my mom and she wanted me to come to dinner. Woke up in a wonderful dreamy mood.
After my dream my parents and Grandma came to pick me up for dinner at their place. I brought all the brownies I had left and shared them with family.
I love my grandma. She is so thrifty and clever and wise. She cares about people very much with that old, experienced, kind, genuine sort of care. She's got so much class but is a very humble, God-fearing, intelligent woman. No one is below her. She sympathizes and comforts with anyone who is in need. She understands even if she doesn't know. I'm glad to be related to her.
I'm eating some of her juneberry pie. Who makes juneberry pie?!? Only my grandma. She's awesome.
I think this is all I had to say. Life is being very agreeable right now. Goodnight.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
A few things.
Cool song I heard last night in some chick's car: James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover
Whenever I'm walking alone on campus, I have this funny habit of aligning my steps with people walking around me. I have to move my right leg with their right leg and my left leg with their left.
Rachel is the most beautiful girl I know in Utah, (Veronica is gone now, so no contest) just FYI. Holy crap. I think I'm attracted to that female. So Rachel if you're reading this, you wanna go out sometime? If no, Smurf would like to ask you the same question.
I have a ginormous box of brownies on my kitchen table. I'm trying to think of something cool to do with them. Better think fast too, cuz otherwise they are gone in like 3 more days.
Things are generally wonderful. School is managable, my room is clean, life gets more organized every day. I'm going to church, talking openly with my bishop, even reading scriptures again. Relief. I'll try to not blow it this time.
Dancing is hip. New favorite song to dance to: La Vida Es by Nek. Good ol' El Veneno introduced me to that one. Gonna run a half marathon with him and his buddies in March. That's gonna be sweet. Better do some more running before that.
Later.
Whenever I'm walking alone on campus, I have this funny habit of aligning my steps with people walking around me. I have to move my right leg with their right leg and my left leg with their left.
Rachel is the most beautiful girl I know in Utah, (Veronica is gone now, so no contest) just FYI. Holy crap. I think I'm attracted to that female. So Rachel if you're reading this, you wanna go out sometime? If no, Smurf would like to ask you the same question.
I have a ginormous box of brownies on my kitchen table. I'm trying to think of something cool to do with them. Better think fast too, cuz otherwise they are gone in like 3 more days.
Things are generally wonderful. School is managable, my room is clean, life gets more organized every day. I'm going to church, talking openly with my bishop, even reading scriptures again. Relief. I'll try to not blow it this time.
Dancing is hip. New favorite song to dance to: La Vida Es by Nek. Good ol' El Veneno introduced me to that one. Gonna run a half marathon with him and his buddies in March. That's gonna be sweet. Better do some more running before that.
Later.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Change
This has been my favorite song for the last week or so. Some late night talking with Smurf prompted me to post it on here.
Tracy Chapman - Change
If you knew that you would die today,
Saw the face of god and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that love can break your heart
When you're down so low you cannot fall
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
If you knew that you would be alone,
Knowing right, being wrong,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would find a truth
That brings up pain that can't be soothed
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
Are you so upright you can't be bent?
If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling?
If not for the good, why risk falling?
Why risk falling?
If everything you think you know,
Makes your life unbearable,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you'd broken every rule and vow,
And hard times come to bring you down,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would die today,
If you saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you saw the face of God and love
If you saw the face of God and love
Would you change?
Would you change?
Maybe someday I will finish that roadtrip post. Maybe not.
Everybody have a good day. You're all awesome.
Tracy Chapman - Change
If you knew that you would die today,
Saw the face of god and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that love can break your heart
When you're down so low you cannot fall
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
If you knew that you would be alone,
Knowing right, being wrong,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would find a truth
That brings up pain that can't be soothed
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
Are you so upright you can't be bent?
If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling?
If not for the good, why risk falling?
Why risk falling?
If everything you think you know,
Makes your life unbearable,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you'd broken every rule and vow,
And hard times come to bring you down,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would die today,
If you saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you saw the face of God and love
If you saw the face of God and love
Would you change?
Would you change?
Maybe someday I will finish that roadtrip post. Maybe not.
Everybody have a good day. You're all awesome.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Adventures on the west coast
We arrived in Keri's place in Washington late at night, but not too late because Pinetree was speeding the whole way. We were greeted by Keri's mum. "Mums" are pretty much like "Moms" except they are English so they do nice things like make tea (of the non-caffeinated variety) and dinner and have beds ready for you with chocolates on your pillow. Keri's mum was incredibly kind to us the while in Washington and she was a lot of fun to listen and talk to.
The next day we woke up and went to the pier and the woods. We ate at Barbie's Cafe (excellent reuben sandwiches and clam chowder) where we had a spectacular view of the Puget Sound.
On the deck near Barbie's Cafe
Blueshorts and Keri get cozy in the woods
Then we checked out antique stores and the Norwegian town of Poulsbo.
Jumping up and down on the deck of the ferry headed to Seattle. We were pretty excited
Smurf feigns illness
Riding ferries is loads of fun!
Keri, utterly disgusted that Pinetree gave her a fake smooch on the ferry ride. Pinetree utterly unashamed.
Blueshorts and Keri on Keri's ipod
The whole gang, about to dock in Seattle
"What's coming out of that man's tummy?" asks Blueshorts, pointing to Seattle's first Starbucks.
Happy New Year!
JD's place on Bainbridge Island. Huge, beautiful backyard. Behind is the beach
JD, at his place, Sunday
Pinetree and a map of The Family Tree Apartments, where he used to live.
Pinetree's former dwelling, before his parents moved to boring old Utah to buy a house three times its size.
How Pinetree used to get to school in the morning, despite barbed wire and monkey grease.
Commuting to San Francisco
Look at how butch we are.
Match #250
Consider the lilies
Stintson Beach
Stintson Beach
So I've actually been in Utah for the last two years, believe it or not.
Frolicking comes naturally to Blueshorts. :)
That Golden Gate.
One of the most beautiful things you've ever seen.
Visiting Mecca.
Kicking it on the rainbow steps.
The Palace of the Fine Arts, San Francisco
STATE CAPITALS
Blueshorts and Pinetree insisted on seeing the capital building of every state. Except Nevada; like anyone wanted to see the capital of Nevada anyways....okay, so maybe we did...but it was pretty far out of the way.)
Behold, the mighty power of Boise, Idaho.
Washington Capital at Olympia, a very pretty building. Green all around, just like Washington
The Oregon capital building at Salem. "The Provo Temple of state capitals"
The next day we woke up and went to the pier and the woods. We ate at Barbie's Cafe (excellent reuben sandwiches and clam chowder) where we had a spectacular view of the Puget Sound.
On the deck near Barbie's Cafe
Blueshorts and Keri get cozy in the woods
Then we checked out antique stores and the Norwegian town of Poulsbo.
Jumping up and down on the deck of the ferry headed to Seattle. We were pretty excited
Smurf feigns illness
Riding ferries is loads of fun!
Keri, utterly disgusted that Pinetree gave her a fake smooch on the ferry ride. Pinetree utterly unashamed.
Blueshorts and Keri on Keri's ipod
The whole gang, about to dock in Seattle
"What's coming out of that man's tummy?" asks Blueshorts, pointing to Seattle's first Starbucks.
Happy New Year!
JD's place on Bainbridge Island. Huge, beautiful backyard. Behind is the beach
JD, at his place, Sunday
Pinetree and a map of The Family Tree Apartments, where he used to live.
Pinetree's former dwelling, before his parents moved to boring old Utah to buy a house three times its size.
How Pinetree used to get to school in the morning, despite barbed wire and monkey grease.
Commuting to San Francisco
Look at how butch we are.
Match #250
Consider the lilies
Stintson Beach
Stintson Beach
So I've actually been in Utah for the last two years, believe it or not.
Frolicking comes naturally to Blueshorts. :)
That Golden Gate.
One of the most beautiful things you've ever seen.
Visiting Mecca.
Kicking it on the rainbow steps.
The Palace of the Fine Arts, San Francisco
STATE CAPITALS
Blueshorts and Pinetree insisted on seeing the capital building of every state. Except Nevada; like anyone wanted to see the capital of Nevada anyways....okay, so maybe we did...but it was pretty far out of the way.)
Behold, the mighty power of Boise, Idaho.
Washington Capital at Olympia, a very pretty building. Green all around, just like Washington
The Oregon capital building at Salem. "The Provo Temple of state capitals"
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Order
Christmas Around the World ended Saturday in a good way. Everyone from the cast and crew and El Veneno’s team of custodians helped take apart the set. There were 150 or so people all working together to get the job done quickly and efficiently. I think this is something like what Zion is supposed to be like: tons of people assigned to enormous tasks that get done quickly and happily.
And there was no contention among them.
I’m going to miss folkdance from this semester. It really brought the spirit into a part of my life again for a while. I was just getting to be good friends with many of the people there and it was good wholesome fun.
On a less wholesome note, Cranguy and I went to the club in Salt Lake late on Saturday night, and oh what a difference. It was fun too, especially for Cranguy who met some Latina girl (a female. imagine that...) who striked his fancy, but it seemed like a kind of fun that was all messed up. Something was different from how Christmas Around the World was fun. There was no order to it. Order has been something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. Like today at the Christmas Devotional when that lady got up to try to disturb the order and she was immediately aprehended by the church security guys. And President Hinckley just kept speaking like nothing happened.
That whole last paragraph was a little abstract but I don’t know how else to put it.
I thought this would be long and maybe I will extend it later but I’m tired and need to go to bed. Goodnight.
And there was no contention among them.
I’m going to miss folkdance from this semester. It really brought the spirit into a part of my life again for a while. I was just getting to be good friends with many of the people there and it was good wholesome fun.
On a less wholesome note, Cranguy and I went to the club in Salt Lake late on Saturday night, and oh what a difference. It was fun too, especially for Cranguy who met some Latina girl (a female. imagine that...) who striked his fancy, but it seemed like a kind of fun that was all messed up. Something was different from how Christmas Around the World was fun. There was no order to it. Order has been something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. Like today at the Christmas Devotional when that lady got up to try to disturb the order and she was immediately aprehended by the church security guys. And President Hinckley just kept speaking like nothing happened.
That whole last paragraph was a little abstract but I don’t know how else to put it.
I thought this would be long and maybe I will extend it later but I’m tired and need to go to bed. Goodnight.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Christmas Around the World.
From BYU website:
Christmas Around the World
Fri.-Sat., Dec 2-3, 7:30 p.m. & 2 p.m. Sat. Matinee
Christmas Around the World features the BYU Folk Dance Ensemble, performing one of the largest productions of ethnic dance anywhere in the world. This group exhibits one of the most varied repertoires of International Dance in the world; with dance, costuming, music and cultural representation at its highest quality.
Tickets are $10 for the Friday and Saturday evening performances which begin at 7:30 p.m. and $8 for the 2:00 Saturday Matinee.
If you haven't bought tickets to this even yet, go buy some at the Marriot Center ticket office. It will be cool I promise and I'm even in one of the bajillion numbers. And Cranguy is in another one of them. And some other people you probably know are in it too, especially if you read this blog. It's an awesome show; really beautiful and uplifting. If you go saturday night you will also see a special guest appearance of the Lithuanian ambassador to the U.S. (I get to dance the Lithuanian number right after they announce his presence...oh man...let's all hope that goes well) and another ambassador, I believe from Estonia, but can't remember.
Music, dance, world leaders. Check it out.
Christmas Around the World
Fri.-Sat., Dec 2-3, 7:30 p.m. & 2 p.m. Sat. Matinee
Christmas Around the World features the BYU Folk Dance Ensemble, performing one of the largest productions of ethnic dance anywhere in the world. This group exhibits one of the most varied repertoires of International Dance in the world; with dance, costuming, music and cultural representation at its highest quality.
Tickets are $10 for the Friday and Saturday evening performances which begin at 7:30 p.m. and $8 for the 2:00 Saturday Matinee.
If you haven't bought tickets to this even yet, go buy some at the Marriot Center ticket office. It will be cool I promise and I'm even in one of the bajillion numbers. And Cranguy is in another one of them. And some other people you probably know are in it too, especially if you read this blog. It's an awesome show; really beautiful and uplifting. If you go saturday night you will also see a special guest appearance of the Lithuanian ambassador to the U.S. (I get to dance the Lithuanian number right after they announce his presence...oh man...let's all hope that goes well) and another ambassador, I believe from Estonia, but can't remember.
Music, dance, world leaders. Check it out.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Things to do:
1. Appeal stupid $50 booting fee for Jared’s car
2. Get insurance for my car
3. Get inspection for my car
4. Register car at DMV
5. Get Christmas break schedule from work, plan getaway to sunny (or possibly just a little rainy but a heck of a lot better than Utah weather although the snow was nice this morning but I hate the cold) California.
6. Do BoM homework once and for all.
7. Write paper for poli sci and pray to pass class
8. Just plain start praying and reading scriptures again
9. Finish Mere Christianity
10. Start Chronicles of Narnia and finish before the movie comes out
11. Quit eating wheat/gluten again (I hate this one!)
12. Go running at least every other day so I can look cool at half-marathon
13. Get a six-pack
14. Write blog post about what happened over Thanksgiving break and jump on that whole "I'm thankful for..." list bandwagon so I don't look like an ingrate. I swear I'm not an ingrate...
15. Figure out what to do next semester. (Options: Try to continue at BYU somehow, Defer for a semester and get a job that pays better, Start attending UVSC, Join U.S. Army: the online videos make it look pretty fun!, Run off with my pal the Smurf and sneak into the backdoor of Harvard University, Run off to anywhere and proceed to get a job, establish residency, and enroll in the local community college, Take my chances at trying to become a celebrity/actor/model in hollywood..., Become a pimp. Find a pimp.)
16. Do a good turn daily.
"It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are." Publilius Syrus
2. Get insurance for my car
3. Get inspection for my car
4. Register car at DMV
5. Get Christmas break schedule from work, plan getaway to sunny (or possibly just a little rainy but a heck of a lot better than Utah weather although the snow was nice this morning but I hate the cold) California.
6. Do BoM homework once and for all.
7. Write paper for poli sci and pray to pass class
8. Just plain start praying and reading scriptures again
9. Finish Mere Christianity
10. Start Chronicles of Narnia and finish before the movie comes out
11. Quit eating wheat/gluten again (I hate this one!)
12. Go running at least every other day so I can look cool at half-marathon
13. Get a six-pack
14. Write blog post about what happened over Thanksgiving break and jump on that whole "I'm thankful for..." list bandwagon so I don't look like an ingrate. I swear I'm not an ingrate...
15. Figure out what to do next semester. (Options: Try to continue at BYU somehow, Defer for a semester and get a job that pays better, Start attending UVSC, Join U.S. Army: the online videos make it look pretty fun!, Run off with my pal the Smurf and sneak into the backdoor of Harvard University, Run off to anywhere and proceed to get a job, establish residency, and enroll in the local community college, Take my chances at trying to become a celebrity/actor/model in hollywood..., Become a pimp. Find a pimp.)
16. Do a good turn daily.
"It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are." Publilius Syrus
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
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You know that feeling when you stay up way too late just being dumb, and then stay up later working on your Book of Mormon assignment and they stay up even later eating ice cream because you haven’t gotten it done?
Yeah, that’s the one.
I feel so worthless these days. I get lazy, and then depressed because I haven’t gotten anything done, and then more lazy because I’m depressed. My grades are shit. Social life is a mess. I have student loans that feel like they are going down the drain. I have no desire to go to work. I just want to crawl into bed all the time. And I do. I’m so tired lately. If any bad things happen, I think I’m going to crack.
On Monday I forgot to take a test. I thought I could still pass this class, but not anymore. I went to Beto's in the freezing cold and just sat there and stared out the window eating a breakfast burrito. There was a car outside the window being sold for $1200. I have that in student loans right now. It's getting harder and harder to not do stupid things.
I went to DI because it was across the street and because I needed some jeans. My mom threw out one of my last pairs when I went home last sunday because they had all these holes in them, lots in the bum area. She's been wanting to throw them away for a while. Blueshorts met me there and got some stuff and then we went to Big Lots to look around and get out of the cold. In the middle of it I just plopped down in one of the big easy chairs they have there and wanted to just die or cry or something, but I didnt. Blueshorts sat down too, and we just sat there watching people and listening to the horrible music, forever.
It’s not bad all the time. Like when I get to hang out with cool people like pretty much all of you who read this or like yesterday when I got to babysit my nieces. We played hide and go seek and tossed each other on the couch and watched Veggie Tales and Dora the Explorer and I taught them the Macarena and read them stories. But there’s this shadow over everything and it looms everywhere I go.
I talked to my mom the other night about my... (insert generic term here, ie: issue, dilema, problem, trial, situation, etc) My mom is really great and she listened and tried to empathize, but she just can’t and she had no idea what I should do about anything either. Told me to pray. Said she didn’t understand why I can’t go on a mission. Ugh.
I had this weird day dream (?) the other day. Or maybe it was just the leftovers of a dream I had that night. Anyways, I had just gotten out of bed and was walking up the hill to campus. I was listening to my iPod; something raucous was playing. All the people were walking by like they always do. I was sort of half asleep still and maybe that’s why my head was off in space somewhere, but in this dream I was just imagining the whole of BYU falling to pieces beneath my feet. And then I realized I was destroying it. I stood and hit the ground and everything shook, like the hulk. I was using this weird mix of superpowers and conventional weapons, bombs and explosives. I would sneak around, ninja style and plant bombs and fly off and just make things shake and crumble. I had gotten people to help me do it too. Lots of people. I was on TV and the police and the army had come but they couldn’t stop us. Church leaders were imploring us to stop. I gave some other people super powers and we were just too much. We were all just mad at the BYU and the world for one reason or another I guess. It made lots of sense at the time. It made me wonder a lot about what dreams are supposed to mean, if anything.
I might really be on TV tonight. Not for anything nearly as dramatic as what I wrote above though. They were doing a news story about Y marks at the bookstore and I was taped a couple of times. I could be on KSL 5 at 5 PM or 10 PM.
As another weird brain connection, I got some new checks yesterday. They have superheroes on them. Awesome. Paying bills will be just a tad less painful now.
Back to the Y marks. We are selling Y marks at the bookstore now. It’s basically this big drive to help local food banks and the United Way and I always push them pretty hard (“Would you like to donate a dollar to BYU’s food drive? *does his best to smiles pretty*) at my register because a lot of people are willing to donate a dollar if someone just prods them in that direction. I guess there is some contest we are having against the U as well.
It’s hard to get to work these days, but once I get there, this has made sort of a twisted little game out of it. If the person donates a dollar to help other people, I’m super nice to them, I make sure I get all the discounts they can possibly get, I bag everything carefully, make polite conversation sometimes, and then tell them to have agreat day, or occasionally, a wonderful day.
If the person doesn’t donate a dollar, I just do my job, bag the stuff, give them a little “thank you”, usually without a smile, and ask for the next customer. I don’t wish them any sort of day, and sometimes, when it’s a really fat person buying all sorts of expensive candy for themselves (It is totally cool to be fat and buy candy, but if you’re gonna be one of those people, you’d better give a dollar to the food bank) or some snotty parent buying a gajillion dollars worth of toys to spoil their already spoiled children with, or when it’s a professor that you just absolutely know is loaded and they talk all stuffy and condescendingly....when these people say they don’t want to donate a dollar to help the local food bank, I secretly hope they trip on the way out, or have a heart attack after eating all that candy. I secretly despise them.
The Ring Bearer came in once and acted as a sort of external conscience for these people. It was great. Some lady didn’t want to buy a Y mark and he stood right behind her, shaking his head and saying “Shame, shame....” Ha! And then he heartily congratulated someone for buying one after the other lady left. Hehehe. Thanks, buddy! :)
I need to go take a shower now, but really there are a lot of other things I could post about.
P.S. I think you sign up for the Moab Canyonlands Half-Marathon today, so if any of you all want to do it, let's get on that.
Yeah, that’s the one.
I feel so worthless these days. I get lazy, and then depressed because I haven’t gotten anything done, and then more lazy because I’m depressed. My grades are shit. Social life is a mess. I have student loans that feel like they are going down the drain. I have no desire to go to work. I just want to crawl into bed all the time. And I do. I’m so tired lately. If any bad things happen, I think I’m going to crack.
On Monday I forgot to take a test. I thought I could still pass this class, but not anymore. I went to Beto's in the freezing cold and just sat there and stared out the window eating a breakfast burrito. There was a car outside the window being sold for $1200. I have that in student loans right now. It's getting harder and harder to not do stupid things.
I went to DI because it was across the street and because I needed some jeans. My mom threw out one of my last pairs when I went home last sunday because they had all these holes in them, lots in the bum area. She's been wanting to throw them away for a while. Blueshorts met me there and got some stuff and then we went to Big Lots to look around and get out of the cold. In the middle of it I just plopped down in one of the big easy chairs they have there and wanted to just die or cry or something, but I didnt. Blueshorts sat down too, and we just sat there watching people and listening to the horrible music, forever.
It’s not bad all the time. Like when I get to hang out with cool people like pretty much all of you who read this or like yesterday when I got to babysit my nieces. We played hide and go seek and tossed each other on the couch and watched Veggie Tales and Dora the Explorer and I taught them the Macarena and read them stories. But there’s this shadow over everything and it looms everywhere I go.
I talked to my mom the other night about my... (insert generic term here, ie: issue, dilema, problem, trial, situation, etc) My mom is really great and she listened and tried to empathize, but she just can’t and she had no idea what I should do about anything either. Told me to pray. Said she didn’t understand why I can’t go on a mission. Ugh.
I had this weird day dream (?) the other day. Or maybe it was just the leftovers of a dream I had that night. Anyways, I had just gotten out of bed and was walking up the hill to campus. I was listening to my iPod; something raucous was playing. All the people were walking by like they always do. I was sort of half asleep still and maybe that’s why my head was off in space somewhere, but in this dream I was just imagining the whole of BYU falling to pieces beneath my feet. And then I realized I was destroying it. I stood and hit the ground and everything shook, like the hulk. I was using this weird mix of superpowers and conventional weapons, bombs and explosives. I would sneak around, ninja style and plant bombs and fly off and just make things shake and crumble. I had gotten people to help me do it too. Lots of people. I was on TV and the police and the army had come but they couldn’t stop us. Church leaders were imploring us to stop. I gave some other people super powers and we were just too much. We were all just mad at the BYU and the world for one reason or another I guess. It made lots of sense at the time. It made me wonder a lot about what dreams are supposed to mean, if anything.
I might really be on TV tonight. Not for anything nearly as dramatic as what I wrote above though. They were doing a news story about Y marks at the bookstore and I was taped a couple of times. I could be on KSL 5 at 5 PM or 10 PM.
As another weird brain connection, I got some new checks yesterday. They have superheroes on them. Awesome. Paying bills will be just a tad less painful now.
Back to the Y marks. We are selling Y marks at the bookstore now. It’s basically this big drive to help local food banks and the United Way and I always push them pretty hard (“Would you like to donate a dollar to BYU’s food drive? *does his best to smiles pretty*) at my register because a lot of people are willing to donate a dollar if someone just prods them in that direction. I guess there is some contest we are having against the U as well.
It’s hard to get to work these days, but once I get there, this has made sort of a twisted little game out of it. If the person donates a dollar to help other people, I’m super nice to them, I make sure I get all the discounts they can possibly get, I bag everything carefully, make polite conversation sometimes, and then tell them to have agreat day, or occasionally, a wonderful day.
If the person doesn’t donate a dollar, I just do my job, bag the stuff, give them a little “thank you”, usually without a smile, and ask for the next customer. I don’t wish them any sort of day, and sometimes, when it’s a really fat person buying all sorts of expensive candy for themselves (It is totally cool to be fat and buy candy, but if you’re gonna be one of those people, you’d better give a dollar to the food bank) or some snotty parent buying a gajillion dollars worth of toys to spoil their already spoiled children with, or when it’s a professor that you just absolutely know is loaded and they talk all stuffy and condescendingly....when these people say they don’t want to donate a dollar to help the local food bank, I secretly hope they trip on the way out, or have a heart attack after eating all that candy. I secretly despise them.
The Ring Bearer came in once and acted as a sort of external conscience for these people. It was great. Some lady didn’t want to buy a Y mark and he stood right behind her, shaking his head and saying “Shame, shame....” Ha! And then he heartily congratulated someone for buying one after the other lady left. Hehehe. Thanks, buddy! :)
I need to go take a shower now, but really there are a lot of other things I could post about.
P.S. I think you sign up for the Moab Canyonlands Half-Marathon today, so if any of you all want to do it, let's get on that.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
(Pinetree's real name here)
I met another person with my name at BYU!
I was ringing this guy up and the back of his credit card wasn't signed, so I asked for some ID, and lo and behold he had the same name as me! There are only three of us at this school of about 30,000, (I know because I've looked it up) so it was pretty special. We're both one in ten thousand people! I wanted to be his automatic best friend right then and there, but that might have been weird. I was pretty stoked about it though. That's the first time that I have met someone else with my name. Apparently he has met the OTHER *Pinetree's real name* as well. Awesome.
I was ringing this guy up and the back of his credit card wasn't signed, so I asked for some ID, and lo and behold he had the same name as me! There are only three of us at this school of about 30,000, (I know because I've looked it up) so it was pretty special. We're both one in ten thousand people! I wanted to be his automatic best friend right then and there, but that might have been weird. I was pretty stoked about it though. That's the first time that I have met someone else with my name. Apparently he has met the OTHER *Pinetree's real name* as well. Awesome.
Monday, October 10, 2005
As an Addendum
I almost forgot some important things to add to my last post:
- On Saturday, when I got dropped off by Tom (the girl's dad), we almost ran into Rachel because Tom's truck stalled out. Rachel was on her scooter in the rain, and she smiled and waved and I think that was probably the hottest thing I've seen in while.
- Some females in my ward are setting me up on a date for Homecoming on Friday. The date is from Tennessee and apparently she is a model. (Probably a hand model or something, but whatever that's cool) We are also going to do true blue football. I need to buy a corsage I think.
- This morning I went to Book of Mormon class all tired expecting the welcoming, calm demeanor of Sister Burgon. Instead there was this big Australian lady there barking out names in her oh-so-cool accent. All we had to do was sign the role and pick up our graded test and a study sheet and leave. Awesome.
- We are learning such awesome dances in folkdance. Everyone needs to come watch the Homecoming parade on Saturday morning. I will be getting my groove on in it, Gypsy and Indian (dot not feather) style.
- On Saturday, when I got dropped off by Tom (the girl's dad), we almost ran into Rachel because Tom's truck stalled out. Rachel was on her scooter in the rain, and she smiled and waved and I think that was probably the hottest thing I've seen in while.
- Some females in my ward are setting me up on a date for Homecoming on Friday. The date is from Tennessee and apparently she is a model. (Probably a hand model or something, but whatever that's cool) We are also going to do true blue football. I need to buy a corsage I think.
- This morning I went to Book of Mormon class all tired expecting the welcoming, calm demeanor of Sister Burgon. Instead there was this big Australian lady there barking out names in her oh-so-cool accent. All we had to do was sign the role and pick up our graded test and a study sheet and leave. Awesome.
- We are learning such awesome dances in folkdance. Everyone needs to come watch the Homecoming parade on Saturday morning. I will be getting my groove on in it, Gypsy and Indian (dot not feather) style.
Throwing my blog a bone.
I thought I would post a couple of things here just to keep my blog alive and kicking.
Yesterday I helped this girl move up in Salt Lake. Her mom works in the bookstore with my sister. She isn't a member and has this really ecclectic group of friends: a Catholic priest, a Muslim store owner, Two gay guys, a church security guard, a graphic artist soon to be in the Peace Corps, and several cats that I was allergic too. It almost felt like I was in California again. Mormons were in fact the minority in the group. I had to try not to laugh or smile when her mom coached me on the way up about how her daughter had some friends who were "homosexuals."
We moved all of her stuff, and got most of it done before it started raining. Then we went inside and ate pizza. I had Hawaiian, like with the pineapple and ham and all. It was probably the tastiest thing I've eaten all week. After the pizza we kept moving all of her stuff into the new apartment. We had to move a couch in through the porch because it wouldn't fit through the door.
When we got done the girl's dad drove me home. We got stuck in traffic and so he ended up trying to make conversation with me. It was nice to just sit and look out the window. There were all sorts of cool clouds in the sky grazing the mountains. He asked me my age and then if I was going on a mission, and I answered him truthfully. I'm getting better at doing that. I told him I might join the army or do something else instead for a while. "You’ve got some real burdens, dont you?" he asked. That sort of caught me off guard. I shrugged and didn't know what to say, so I looked out the window again. He told me I was a fine young man and that felt really good. He advised me not to join the army until I get a degree, told me about himself as a young man, and really just talked to me like I was his son. When we got back to my apartment, he grabbed my shoulder paid me $65, which I tried to give back to him, but he wouldn't take it. He smiled at me and I told him he had probably paid for my groceries for a couple months.
After he left I came home and talked to some people online and then went to the grocery store and to DI. I got a couple of shirts and one Book of Mormon in Spanish and one in French. I think it will be cool to try to read the B.O.M. in Spanish. I'm not taking any classes anymore, so it will be good for me.
Later that night I went to Oktoberfest. I hung out with my roommate for a while, ate pretzels and hot dogs with rootbeer, and then did the polka with some girls I didn't know. I love the polka. Later Smurf showed up and then Blueshorts. Smurf and I jumped into a giant German chocolate cake with a million other guys frantically searching for an engagement ring hidden inside. I got all pumped and mostly liked the moshpit sort of feel to it all. Smurf was actually searching strategically for the ring and ended up finding it. $1500 worth of engagement ring! Pretty Sweet. He's one step closer to getting married.
After the party we went to Wiggle's. The whole night was fun, but also very weird. My life is such a soap opera right now, and I sort of hate it and sort of don't know what to do about it.
Today I went to church in the morning. I was asleep or staring into space for most of it. At testimony meetin there was this girl who gave her "testimony" and sounded more like she was talking to a counselor. She would laugh and cry and tell her story all in the same breath; it was weird. She made the meeting go overtime and I'm pretty sure everyone felt really embarrased, like how you feel embarrased for people who do stupid things and don't know it. I also felt sort of bad for her. I could tell she had been having a hard time.
I went home and slept for a long time after which we had Break the Fast at my apartment. After that I went to my family's place and did my laundry and had a really pleasant evening with them. My little brother is such a cool kid. I gave him a cd I made for him. My nieces are so much fun. My mom and my little sister were doing each other's hair and I thought that was really cute. My dad talked about geneaology and asked me about my computer school and other things I'm never really very concerned about, but I tried to be into all of it for his sake. He gave me some more vegetables. If anyone wants any zuchini, tomatoes, or peppers, talk to me. My brother is going to be married very soon, as I predicted. His girlfriend is really fun and I think will add some spunk to the family.
That is all for now. I'm going to go to bed and dream about silly things, and then try to wake up in a couple of hours to go work out.
Later.
Yesterday I helped this girl move up in Salt Lake. Her mom works in the bookstore with my sister. She isn't a member and has this really ecclectic group of friends: a Catholic priest, a Muslim store owner, Two gay guys, a church security guard, a graphic artist soon to be in the Peace Corps, and several cats that I was allergic too. It almost felt like I was in California again. Mormons were in fact the minority in the group. I had to try not to laugh or smile when her mom coached me on the way up about how her daughter had some friends who were "homosexuals."
We moved all of her stuff, and got most of it done before it started raining. Then we went inside and ate pizza. I had Hawaiian, like with the pineapple and ham and all. It was probably the tastiest thing I've eaten all week. After the pizza we kept moving all of her stuff into the new apartment. We had to move a couch in through the porch because it wouldn't fit through the door.
When we got done the girl's dad drove me home. We got stuck in traffic and so he ended up trying to make conversation with me. It was nice to just sit and look out the window. There were all sorts of cool clouds in the sky grazing the mountains. He asked me my age and then if I was going on a mission, and I answered him truthfully. I'm getting better at doing that. I told him I might join the army or do something else instead for a while. "You’ve got some real burdens, dont you?" he asked. That sort of caught me off guard. I shrugged and didn't know what to say, so I looked out the window again. He told me I was a fine young man and that felt really good. He advised me not to join the army until I get a degree, told me about himself as a young man, and really just talked to me like I was his son. When we got back to my apartment, he grabbed my shoulder paid me $65, which I tried to give back to him, but he wouldn't take it. He smiled at me and I told him he had probably paid for my groceries for a couple months.
After he left I came home and talked to some people online and then went to the grocery store and to DI. I got a couple of shirts and one Book of Mormon in Spanish and one in French. I think it will be cool to try to read the B.O.M. in Spanish. I'm not taking any classes anymore, so it will be good for me.
Later that night I went to Oktoberfest. I hung out with my roommate for a while, ate pretzels and hot dogs with rootbeer, and then did the polka with some girls I didn't know. I love the polka. Later Smurf showed up and then Blueshorts. Smurf and I jumped into a giant German chocolate cake with a million other guys frantically searching for an engagement ring hidden inside. I got all pumped and mostly liked the moshpit sort of feel to it all. Smurf was actually searching strategically for the ring and ended up finding it. $1500 worth of engagement ring! Pretty Sweet. He's one step closer to getting married.
After the party we went to Wiggle's. The whole night was fun, but also very weird. My life is such a soap opera right now, and I sort of hate it and sort of don't know what to do about it.
Today I went to church in the morning. I was asleep or staring into space for most of it. At testimony meetin there was this girl who gave her "testimony" and sounded more like she was talking to a counselor. She would laugh and cry and tell her story all in the same breath; it was weird. She made the meeting go overtime and I'm pretty sure everyone felt really embarrased, like how you feel embarrased for people who do stupid things and don't know it. I also felt sort of bad for her. I could tell she had been having a hard time.
I went home and slept for a long time after which we had Break the Fast at my apartment. After that I went to my family's place and did my laundry and had a really pleasant evening with them. My little brother is such a cool kid. I gave him a cd I made for him. My nieces are so much fun. My mom and my little sister were doing each other's hair and I thought that was really cute. My dad talked about geneaology and asked me about my computer school and other things I'm never really very concerned about, but I tried to be into all of it for his sake. He gave me some more vegetables. If anyone wants any zuchini, tomatoes, or peppers, talk to me. My brother is going to be married very soon, as I predicted. His girlfriend is really fun and I think will add some spunk to the family.
That is all for now. I'm going to go to bed and dream about silly things, and then try to wake up in a couple of hours to go work out.
Later.
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