Fred

Palm readers read upside-down

2007-12-09T16:45:00.000-08:00

"The nails in the hand of a person reflect his fate."

I wonder why cow pies are gross and shepherd's pie is tasty. How cannibalistic is that?

I never dreamed that I would let go

2007-11-08T10:34:00.001-08:00

Today there was a booth giving away free smoothies to trick people into liking the Honor Code. I took one to trick them into thinking that I like the Honor Code.

Now, I don't consider myself the rebellious type by anyone's standards. Before BYU I felt I had a healthy respect for the HC, proudly stabbing my signature in endorsement as I mailed my application letter. I think my perception of the document became skewed when I discovered by unfortunate experience that it was less virtuous and more condemnable to have a sick man in your house past twelve than to NCMO outside the determining residential doors. I guess what happens in Provo canyon, stays in Provo canyon. But what happens inside past midnight turns your mate into more than just a pumpkin; it turns him and those contaminated by his presence into perpetrators, subject to interrogation by the inhabitants of the infamous fourth floor of the Wilk. Your interrogator acts your spokesman in your subsequent trial, in which your presence is not required, and your academic fate is turned over to a committee, whose faces you will never know (unless you look them up on the official HC website).

I had a hard time deciding between strawberry and blueberry, but ultimately decided to go with strawberry due to its more soothing color.

2007-07-27T16:43:00.000-07:00

We seem to leave so much up to fate.
"Maybe I'll see you again for another crossword."

So why am I inside on such a lovely day? To blog and learn the art of crossword puzzles.

Harry Potter is not a false idol: he's a hero.

2007-07-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

Maksim.

The ender will save us all

2007-07-18T02:25:00.000-07:00

I was surprised...
I was puzzled by a dream...

If I thought my audience were more curious, I'd use hints instead of saying things on purpose. The theory behind is that only those who really want to know would find out. Too bad nobody else is as curious as I am. Heck, I may have just made this blog secret and led a bread crumb trail to it, just to be sure my readers were worthy. Would you condescend to help me?...
Desperation is the devil's work...

I'm learning some Spanish from Lost. I don't notice myself reading the subtitles, but I think I could take a basic Spanish test and pass. Heck, I could do better than that; I could even move to California.

I've been told I should tell myself what I'm supposed to and supposed not to feel. I'm also told people are supposed to know how I feel instead of my being so stoic. Am I stoic? Last I checked, people think I'm not in control of my emotions. Anyway, I decided I have too many excuses and I'm going to complain one last time, and then I'll do that thing where I fix what bothers me. I'm good at that.

...Like I never occurred.

Sometimes I get that slight bit of bitterness in the back of my throat. I didn't even like him; I wonder how horrible it must taste to those who love and lose.

And the worst thing about using a laptop at night is having to squish bugs against the screen.
And on worse note, I felt something in my hairline just where my widow's peak would lie if I had one; I pulled out an ant.

A few of my favorite things

2007-06-27T01:03:00.001-07:00

The best thing in Provo is a broken sprinkler. They are quite different from other sprinklers in the city as any wetness that one receives from them was purely by choice. I believe this makes the water much sweeter. I've only experienced the joys of these sprinklers in the dark, and, due to the limitation of my rods, I am unable to tell what color the water is, though, I imagine it to be a pale pink color. The water pressure is impressive - much greater than those colorful mushrooms at the amusement parks, and the display they create is astounding. The water creates complete arc: it starts at ground level and is emitted several times higher than a person and returns again with a hard, loud impact.

Lack of shower for the day: Corrected.

Make me cry

2007-06-18T17:04:00.000-07:00

I think I'd rather my rat have died, since they don't seem to enjoy me. It's not that I was so upset that it died, just the look on its face when it couldn't breathe: the look of fear garnished with pain.

I lied I hated who I was

2007-06-06T08:06:00.000-07:00

"What's this charge from Petsmart?"
'Oh. My friend didn't want to tell her mom that she got some rats - '
"Is that friend you?"
'No...'
"Oh, because Kim said you got some rats."
'Okay, Yeah.'

Feel the sunlight

2007-06-06T07:50:00.001-07:00

I discovered two of the most amazing things the other day.

The first thing is taking something mildly fun and turning it to the extreme under the assumption that it is safe. For instance, the other day I discovered spinning computer chairs in the LRC. I realized that there's a point where you physically cannot spin any faster, which varies depending on strength and dexterity. However, there is no limit to the time you spin. At a certain point in lengthy spinning sessions, you begin to get the sensation that you are actually slowly drifting in the opposite direction in which you are actually are. With eyes closed, the sensation is intensified until your body becomes so disoriented that it can no longer keep pushing the same direction. This becomes apparent when you suddenly jerk to a stop. It's quite satisfying.

The second amazing thing that I discovered, I like to call "Chi Biking." This consists of a non-action form of action - a little something I like to compare to Wu-wei. For best form, the feet should be equal on the pedals and completely relaxed. One form dictates that hands rest lightly on the handle bars. This causes the body to lean forward letting gravity have its effect. Another more advanced form calls for the body to be slightly more straight, concentrating on one's core to steer instead of hands. I find the latter is more effective when one feels comfortable with the Chi.

I've been told I should get used to be a schmuck, but I just don't see how schmuck's can be happy with themselves.

Your aspriations to shreds

2007-05-23T11:08:00.000-07:00

The last few days I've been sick. I think the name for it would be something like afluoxitinosis (it's all Latin, folks). The distinguishing symptoms include acting and feeling socially awkward. I had quite an acute case, and it definitely put me under the weather, but I think I'm finally recovering. I had a minor fit last night at dinner, but, other than that, I've been feeling great. In any case, I have a date Friday night, so I'm hoping to feel better by then.

Honestly, there's nothing like crummy health to help you appreciate the good times. I decided to celebrate, I would buy a pet rat or mouse or small reptile. No, I haven't informed my parents of my decision yet. It was about 3:00 in the morning SMT (5:00am EST), and I thought they might could use a good night's sleep before I told them. Besides, I was hoping to have this be like a surprise without the surprise part. Maybe something like the 5th amendment.

I didn't, however, feel as inhibited to call my friends. I needed somebody to go with me today to pick them up, as I'm not sure how they'd feel about bike trips. I called up Jenn and left a message something like "Maybe you're half awake now, so I'll try calling again." I did, and Jenn confirmed my message. It took her a little bit to come up with a time that she could join me in my adventure, but eventually we decided on 2:30. I called Dave, too, and on the second call, he also picked up. I couldn't understand half the words he said, but I think I got the feeling that he wanted to go back to sleep for some reason. Next I decided to call my brother, David. I called him twice then left a disappointed message. I called him one more time to ask him not to mention what time I called at to the parents, and to my surprise, he had turned his phone off! Weird.

In other exciting news, I went to my dumb Nursing 180 class, where I discovered I still want to be a nurse (surprise). I went to the nursing advisement place and was informed that I can apply to the nursing program under the old program! I'm excited because that means I have a pretty good chance of getting in. They only take grades from certain classes, all of which I have A's in.

I want to write a song. I'll see if Dave has any time.

Two more hours, and then I'll meet my new friends.

A day in the life

2007-04-23T20:20:00.000-07:00

My occupation as a loose change collector seems to be much more lucrative in Flordia. Between the kids asking me to "hold [their] monies" and Mom's car, I've made almost a dollar in profits.

BYU's web page caught me off guard. All my life I've wondered why they would call a flag "half-mass" when something bad happens. After all, I was taught that mass is constant. On BYU's web page, I read the phrase "half staff," a presumed alternative. I decided to casually discuss this with my parents. "how long do they keep the flag at half mass? ...Why do they call it that anyway?" They explained to me that the flag pole is called a staff and then decided they didn't understand what I meant.

A shirt made me laugh so much I almost bought it. It had a repetitious pattern like the style is. I guess I didn't realize how popularized skulls have become since I left for Provo. This shirt had Mickey heads and skulls.

It's a lucious mix of words and tricks

2007-04-22T18:33:00.000-07:00

Recently I've had lots of good things to blog about - plenty of interesting experiences and the like - but I haven't had much time. Saturday was finally a chill day, so what did I do? I stole Mom's wordsearch book and Ben's pen and went to work. Some of those wordsearches were pretty tricky, too. One theme was words that have "um" in them. That one was a bummer - no pun intended. I'm in the middle of a pretty cool puzzle (one with each word having a single bend in it), and my niece and nephew start calling me to come upstairs. I know they're up to no go for a few reasons. They were previously wound up before banished to the upstairs, they were giggling and said they had something to show me, and they're Rachel and William. I politely yelled back that I would come upstairs when I finished my bendy wordsearch, but knew they wouldn't be that patient. Either the surprise would come to me, or it would fizzle out. That was the plan until my sister gave me a stunning visual of my suitcase's contents strewn about the upper level of our condo. Then I yelled that I was coming and that they better not be playing with my stuff. I heard much more giggling and some running about. When I turned the corner, I was greeted warmly with several smacks from pillows. I was amazed at how long pillows are these days because although my niece is about half my height, I'm pretty sure she hit whacked me in the head a few times.
Of course, the story doesn't end with the poor aunt brutally beaten by her own kin. I tried peacefully taking their pillows, but they kept getting more, and more and more, until suddenly I had quite a stack to rest on. William thought this meant he could jump on me, but I soon corrected him with several martial arts like maneuvers. A simple Judo flip (of course followed by laughter) and I had him in my grips. It took him a while to realize he was stuck, but after he did, I performed the flying panda, which he found equally amusing.
All in all, I agreed to eat a raisin if they would clean up their mess, and, thankfully (in one way), they didn't.

How to Disappear Completely

2007-04-16T17:59:00.000-07:00

Ingredients:
Backpack
Water
Chapstick
Cellphone
Notebook
Pen
Book
Long walk

Directions:
Silence the cellphone. Place the water, chapstick, cellphone, notebook, pen, and book in the interior of the backpack. Take the long walk and continue at a pleasant pace until desired amount of solitude and comfort is found. Garnish with contents of backpack.

If I had more time.

2007-04-07T11:33:00.000-07:00

Can I exfoliate? My skin exfoliates and my skin is part of me, so can't I exfoliate? My arm bruises; therefore I bruise.
Anyway, my loofah is very soft; I don't think I exfoliate enough.

Where are the hats?

2007-04-06T01:07:00.001-07:00

My favorite thing about leaving Utah has been trying new things. There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of missed.
Pumpkin pie
Buying clothes with friends
Working out
Running
Doing laundry
Going to the movies
...Just to name a few.
Eating donuts is another one of them. I had this thing where I said I didn't like something, and nobody really refuted it. A lot of times I had just never tried it, but I didn't tell people that. Recently we made a trip to Krispy Kreme. I had never been inside a Krispy Kreme. We were offered three classic donuts for free from the bakery. My stomach cringed as it normally did when I think about eating donuts, but I felt the social pressure and decided to eat it anyway. And you know what?...It was good. I asked Ruthie if I could pay her back in creamery money and she agreed to buy me a raspberry filled and an apple filled. I saved them for morning.

I thought they would be safe, but somewhere in the three hours I slept, somebody ate my apple-filled.
I left my hat, the only remaining memento of this occasion, at Ruthie's.

I'd write it all

2007-03-05T11:08:00.000-08:00

My days tend to have trends. Yesterday was bleeding. Honestly, I bleed three times. First, my lip bled at a slight brush. I believe I was in the process of applying facial lotion; I had worked my way from my cheeks to my chin, which caused a slight disruption on the surface of my lower lip. At this point, I was startled to find my reflection accumulating a large red bubble. I might have freaked out a little bit. I called Jules once and Carolyn twice as I knew they both had experience with chapstick and the like. Soon after, the bleeding ceased, and I regained my composure. I did a little research and determined that the best solution would be a chapstick for a while.
Next, I was in the piano room with Carolyn. We started messing around singing tenor and bass. BAM! Blood. Gross! Who gets bloody noses from singing? I mean, the last two times I got a bloody nose I had, what I believe to be, legitimate excuses - blunt trauma. Since when is singing traumatic? (Don't answer...)
Finally, Jules and I thought it'd be cool to design our own shoes. The conflict? Canvas is hecka thick. As I attempted my first stitch, I stabbed myself with the backside of the needle. I thought needles only had one pointy end.
I feel fragile. Don't touch me; I might cootie-fy you with my antigen-abundant erythrocytes.
Today my theme is disruptions.
This morning I had a hard time waking up. I'm pretty sure my roommate has good reason to dislike me now. I set Bob for 7:57, but kept snoozing. I do believe my roommate complained. I turned it off. At 9:30, my phone rang. At this point, I figured I missed my class and Ruthie was calling to ask why.

"Hello?"
'This is a telemarketing...blah blah blah....local newspaper-"

/sigh

Who reads the local paper?

I checked my cellphone, and it was definitely on vibrate. Weird...did I imagine the whole thing? I didn't really mind as long as I still made it to class in time for the quiz.
Flash forward; I'm sitting in physiology. We have a sub who's teaching about the cardiovascular system so I'm guiltlessly listening to my ipod with one ear. Suddenly I hear a familiar tune, but I hear it in with my free ear. For once in my life, I didn't silence my cellphone, and I definitely didn't put it in it's correct spot either. I picked up and hung up. I figured then if it wasn't important they wouldn't call back; however, I didn't want to chance it so I set my phone to vibrate. Some fifteen minutes later, my phone starts vibrating. I was sitting on the end and near the front so I dashed for the exit. (It's not fair! I can't see who's calling, and if I miss a call, it's gone.)
"Hello?"
-Sorry we missed your call. This is a telemarketing blah bla- 'Hello?'
/click
A real voice! That was close.
Apparently what I didn't realize as I left the room was our sub's attempt to keep me interested in the subject matter with a meager, "It gets better." According to Ruthie, the class thought my oblivion was amusing.
It was about 2 minutes before the break when I had this encounter, so I didn't return to class. I hiked to the library to work on my handout for my four o'clock class. I sneezed quite a few times; people began to look at me. I was chillaxing to some good songs when I was surprised to hear my phone softly ring. I thought it was odd that so many people would watch me leave; the ring tone wasn't that loud. For some reason, my phone didn't pick up, so I blindly called whoever it was back.
"Hello?"
'Hey, what's up?'
"Not much. Did you call?"
'Like frickin' five times!'
...
After the conversation I returned to my seat. I gathered some nerve and asked a nearby occupant if my phone had rung more than once. With an awkward laugh, he confirmed that it had, indeed, rung numerous times.

I bet Peter ate his bologna

2007-03-02T12:38:00.000-08:00

"The use of nitrates and nitrites as preservatives in foods such as bologna and hot dogs is a cause of concern because of their conversion to nitrous acid in the body and possible damage to DNA."
Check it! Oscar Meyer is contributing to the evolution of homosapiens. Maybe I should write them and inform them...

I wish I was smart

2007-03-02T11:45:00.000-08:00

And the most ridiculous thing I've read today?

"A snRNA molecule is always found complexed with proteins in particles called small nuclear ribonucleoprotein particles, which are usually called snRNPs (pronounced 'snurps')...'Snurps' always further collect together into larger complexes called sliceosomes." (bold emphasis added)

What fool decided these things? Honestly. I just keep imagining the discoverer at some formal press conference announcing to the world the discovery of snurps and sliceosomes. ZI suppose there are a fair share of intellectual genius's that give objects names we normal people would deem absurd. IQ tests, for instance employ such original names as I"Wicks," "Slicks," and "Snicks."

" If all Zips are Zoodles, and all Zoodles are Zonkers, then all Zips are definitely Zonkers."

If only I were smart; then I'd understand.

I will keep calling you to see...

2007-02-23T23:42:00.001-08:00

My roommate's cell phone has rung over 10 times. It's killing me. It's not even a good tune. Plus, I'm slightly envious; Mine didn't ring today.
(Finally, a voicemail.)
And...another ring. I'm going to silence her phone. I'm so close to it. I can feel it.

When angels deserve to die

2007-02-22T13:20:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I creep myself out; this one time I was listening to "Destination Anywhere" while looking up lyrics to songs by System of a Down. I thought that "Destination Anywhere" reminded me of a song I used to hear on the way back from work with Ben, but really it was the next song on my list, Chop Suey.

The harder I push the further I fall

2007-02-22T10:46:00.000-08:00

If you'll excuse this post; I just feel like writing. :) Writing, then playing piano, then eating.
I used to tell pointless stories that people found more anticlimactic than amusing; I think I've fallen back into the habit.
My amusing experience from this morning starts last night: I was cleaning some miscellaneous socks that made it on to my floor somehow. I expressed my opinion that I thought I had been a bad roommate in as few words as possible and apologized promising I wouldn't snooze any more. Fast-forward: This morning I woke up a few times, but the most prominent time was when my roommate was blow-drying her hair - in our room. I didn't really care because I wasn't tired at this point; I just thought it was a curious gesture. I went back to sleep and sometime later my roommate must have been talking on the phone. All I know is that suddenly I was awake, and I knew what she had said. "I was a bad roommate this morning." It's nice to know my old sleeping habits are restored. " I blow-dried my hair in the room while my roommate was sleeping." Should I warn people that I typically wake up when people reference me?
I'm fond of my new ring tone. Part of that probably has nothing to do with the tone itself but lies in the sense of pride I feel knowing that I changed it without needing the screen to work. (I keep having dreams that it sometimes works or that the backlight is just turned off.) Either way, I like to pretend that I'm really sensitive to it now and won't miss any rings, since I never know when I have missed calls (leave messages!).
People had superpowers in my dream last night. Some people were good, and some weren't. I shot people. I kept having problems cocking the guns I used; they all seemed to cock in a different way. I'd be trying to look intimidating, but I'd be struggling to cock the gun. Amazing.
I thought I'd part my hair in a slight zig-zag last night after my shower. I woke up this morning and it looked like it had parted itself. After trying to switch it back to a normal part, I eventually gave up and pulled it back in a clip. Yay for trying new things...

When I awoke I was on the highway

2007-01-31T13:42:00.000-08:00

http://widgets.yahoo.com/gallery/?author=816
hehe

And he's put them in boxes

2007-01-20T11:52:00.000-08:00

I like my brother. No, really. He's pretty cool sometimes. Like today, for instance, I called him up with, "David...! I'm moving...! Want to help?" and he gave me an hour wait. Amazing. I'll have to buy him lunch or something.

Come downstairs and say hello

2007-01-18T12:24:00.000-08:00

I have two stories today.
I decided to move last night. So I picked out some chocolates and, with the help of Cosmo's employees, put them in a cellophane bag with a green ribbon. I hid them in my bag. When I got home, I placed my coat and bag and shoes at the foot of my bed. I guess I wasn't really thinking because there's definitely a vent there that blows out nice warm air (hence why I place my jacket by it). Basically, when I removed the chocolates in the morning, they were completely liquified. They only oozed a bit, but when Carolyn, her friends, and I enjoyed them at lunch, they weren't a bit solid.
This story starts with last night as well. Before I decided to move, I needed to visit the Cannon center again. I was excited because I had come up with terms and conditions for my potential move-in. I was also wearing the shoes I borrowed from Carolyn that had no traction. The walkways were also covered in a very smooth layer of completely packed snow/ice. Nobody was around, and it was dark. So I slide a bit. Then I ran and slid. Then I ran and slid again. It was all very exciting. Today I decided that I might try the same. There were less walkways with this slick substance, but there were still a few. I passed a couple people then looked around. I double checked, and then I decided I was good to go. I slid. It was fun. Then I checked and slid again. The third time I didn't thoroughly check. I was by Broadbent and was just starting my slide when I noticed somebody entering the building behind the bush. As soon as I realized somebody was there (and, in fact, that I knew him), I fell. I landed on my left knee with my right leg suspended in the air. I waved awkwardly to Clark, my previous family home evening brother. He made some comment about it being slippery and I laughed awkwardly. I haven't slid since then, and I don't think I will until my ego heals. :) I have to admit, it was worth it for the story.

Swear I knew it all along

2007-01-13T11:33:00.000-08:00

Can I say I was wrong? I might have been wrong. In the past 24 hours, I have consumed over 64 oz of water easy, and I think I feel better. I can't pinpoint exactly how, but I think I do. It's exciting to do something you don't think you can do. Anybody want to test me? It may take me a little while, but maybe I could do it. However, my fingers/toes are as numb as ever, and I don't think I'm anemic. It stinks because I think I'll have to retire my canvas shoes for the season.
I was able to employ google documents today. It was pretty exciting/useful.
So my brother definitely called and invited me to go to the creamery with him for lunch. Exciting, right? Too bad I'm not the least hungry. :/ Tricky. But it gets trickier. My roommate invited me to go to the creamery, too (Emma), so I invited her back to go with my brother, who she's never met. That puts me in a position of sorts. Now...to not be shy...or awkward...or scared. :P

I want to be so much more than this

2007-01-10T15:35:00.000-08:00

I've had my ipod on shuffle today. I still don't believe it's random. "My Sundown" has come on twice today. It was slightly empowering.

A power of attorney or letter of attorney in common law systems or mandate in civil law systems is an authorization to act on someone else's behalf in a legal or business matter. The person authorizing the other to act is the "principal" or "grantor (of the power)", and the one authorized to act is the agent or "attorney-in-fact" [AIF]. The attorney-in-fact acts "in the principal's name" -- for example, by signing the principal's name to documents.

I'm upset with Wiktionary's liberal use of hyphens.

Today I woke up at 6:21 - suddenly. I do that sometimes, but typically I just go back to sleep - tired or not. This morning, though, I didn't. It was pretty handy that I had an 8 o'clock class today.

Make them disappear

2007-01-07T12:46:00.000-08:00

I decided to not exist today since nobody knew I came home last night. It was going pretty well until I suddenly realized that I'm still here;
my roomates are out there; and I would like to use the restroom. Now I'm scared. (Maybe I can sneak out the back, but where to?)

Without saying goodbye

2007-01-05T21:57:00.000-08:00

Tonight is a bad night to be tired. In 5 1/2 hours I will be on my way to the airport. Basically, all I need to do before then is pack and shower.

So, I decided I will miss having a home. Tomorrow I will no longer have one, and I think that makes me sad. So, I decided taking pictures of everything I'm going to miss here would be theraputic. I pretty much just wanted an excuse to stop packing and take pictures. I still don't want to leave. I'd be exciting if I just had a home.

Everybody thought they'd see me again. I didn't say goodbye to Sook, Ruth, Molly, Brittany, Mackenzie, Rachel, William, or...anybody? I said a half-goodbye to my sister Kim because I was really hoping Mom would drive me out to have dinner with her Thursday. I didn't see Ruthie at all because my mom forgot that Ruth wasn't supposed to call me; I was supposed to call her on her sister's old phone. Somebody just tell me that it's all okay; I feel like a thoughtless friend.

Now, I'm going to go outside alone, in the rain, with no jacket, to dig a hole to install my pity pool. If anybody would like to join me, I'll have a pity party some time tomorrow, but I'll probably end up having it alone.

I sometimes wonder if my sarcasm comes across in writings...

But really - I dislike complaining. Life is grand. Scary, but grand.

I still can't believe Carolyn's all right; I swear I talked to her last night...

Word of Wisdom is the Shizzum

2007-01-03T08:45:00.000-08:00

Today I decided to give our annual See's candy assortment a try. I like less flavors than I dislike, so I thought it'd be wise to cheat. This is a rather embarrassing confession, as most people don't like to find that their candies have been tested or tampered with. In fact, my family likes to poke fun of my mom for her various ways of trying to figure out the insides of the chocolates. Just this once, though, I decided to mimic her method. I took a knife and carefully poked a hole in the bottom. At this point, the whole truffle exploded. Tricky. Luckily the contents looked safe, so I popped a piece in my mouth. In retrospect, it probably would have been wiser to have smelled it as well; it turned out to be some sort of coffee deal. Yuck. I won't give you the details as to how I extracted the thing from my mouth, but it wasn't fun. I think my relatives are trying to poison me. I mean, who sends a mormon family coffee bonbons? That's like temptation dipped in chocolate.
Sometimes I like adopting tones that don't really reflect my feelings. :)

I plan on sleeping in

2007-01-02T08:26:00.000-08:00

One of the worst things to wake up to is a shouted, "Melissa, are you up?" I always feel compelled to answer to the affirmative, even if I'm in my bed, in my pajamas, two seconds out of an REM cycle. What makes it bad is that I can never go back to sleep after that. What if Mom were to come upstairs quietly to ask me a question, only to find me fast asleep hugging my pillow? Besides simply being awkward, it would be a breech of trust of sorts. But today, I heard Mom exit the house, so I went back to sleep relatively guilt-free.
I purchased a trippy shirt yesterday and am wearing it to meet my two conservative friends from high school. I don't always have to be perfectly comfortable, which makes me happy.
Sook called me before I called her today. Okay, so it's not that big of a deal, but it was still exciting.
Today I wanted to use Postal Service and Early November. It's time to go outside.

How angels ought to smell

2007-01-01T08:06:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty excited: Mom consented to take me to the mall. I need a belt something awful.
L'Anita called back. This was also happy. We're on for some hard-core Zarahemla-ing on Wednesday. Holy toledo! I totally made a decision in about five seconds. I think I must think fastest when I first wake up. In fact, I was amazingly pleased with my casual-ness and real lack of awkward pauses. I hung up stunned.
Should I comment on my bold starting colon? I should.
This one time my mom kept insisting I try her bath and body works shampoo while I kept insisting I had been herbal essence deprived for six months. After a week of showering, however, I decided I could appease her. So I was about to grab the shampoo conditioner combo when I realized that there were actually four bottles - all green. This was going to be a war of the scents. It was pretty intense; I picked up the coconut lime shampoo and gave it a whiff. It was pleasant, but the cucumber melon beat it out, no contest.
I realized something: it's not the shampoo's smell that people ultimately smell when they say your hair smells good - it's the conditioner. The cucumber melon conditioner was a little less than satisfying. Due to this unfortunate event, I will impliment a new system: when trying to decide which hair product to purchase, I will now only compare the scents of the conditioners.

watch me run with it

2006-12-31T16:42:00.000-08:00

So I totally found my oldest brother's old rubik's cube. Family heirloom? Sure...
I'm pretty excited that I solved it. I can cross it off my list now. I added it a few weeks back. I discovered a new set of patterns that're fun; I can alternate between two crosses with stripes, H's, and partial dots; the only problem is I don't remember how to get into or out of it...

I want a perfect soul

2006-12-30T21:57:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure I did something productive today. I think I figured out the chords to "Creep." It didn't take me too long, either. I think (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) E 3 A 5 D 5 G 4 slides up to E 7 A 9 D 9 G 8 then E 8 A 10 D 10 G 9 and lastly to E 8 A 10 D 10 G 8. Maybe I'll cheat and look up the tab...it's probably in some other more difficult key. Yuck.

You're only as sick as your secrets

2006-12-27T23:47:00.000-08:00

I got a cool book in a Christmas gift exchange thing. It's called postsecrets; it kind of started from a website that displayed secrets people mailed to some address. Some are quite startling, while others are just funny.
"I waste office supplies because I hate my boss."

there is comfort in the sound

2006-12-27T12:41:00.000-08:00

So, I promised my 6 year old niece that I would play a computer game with her from one of the websites she likes. I felt bad because it took me forever before I could play with her. She kept coming upstairs to see how much longer. When I finally came down, she wanted me to play this game for her. It's called giga ziga maze, and it's for kids. At first I was trying to make it look hard so that she wouldn't feel dumb or anything, but it sincerely took me 6 minutes and 43 seconds to finish the last round. As a nineteen year old college student, I found it surprisingly frustrating. Maybe I'm just not coordinated.
She left. I should go play. :)

O du fröhliche

2006-12-24T22:17:00.000-08:00

It's definitely Christmas here and not in Utah.

It's so weird being home. I was so tempted to run around my house taking pictures of all the startling things. First, I have lots of clothes. Second, I have lots of things. Third, my room seems huge! I totally forgot these things.
Also, lots of things have changed. My room is a pleasant tan color, and the bathroom is a very light blue. I think it had primer on it for a few years before I left. I took a detour to explore David's room before my own and complimented his sheets/quilt thing. It had moose on it so I assumed he had helped pick it out, but he informed me that it was new to him.

I was so excited to find things. I think I'll list them:
Herbal Essence shampoo
face lotion
comfy black stretchy pants
comfy snail socks
books!
baking staples
the softest blanket in the world; no really. I'm going to try to convince my mom to let me take it out to prove myself right, but I'm afraid she won't let me now that it actually matches the room.

I opened the drawers to my desk. I don't know why I did; I had emptied all but one of them before I left, but I found some curious articles. First I found a mysterious, unopened package addressed to me from Toshiba. Next, I found a drawer full of fortune cookies mixed with a few bank statements. I know this sounds strange, but I think my parents put them in there for me; they used to bring me them back when they got Chinese and the like. I decided to explore my future; I broke open a cookie and read its contents: "Sing and rejoice; fortune is smiling on you." Okay. Can I say that I accidently left for Provo with a drawer full of dead light bulbs?

This one time I found some old journals; I found reading them somewhat bothersome (partially due to some mistakes of grammar, some more grevious than others), but useful.

Is it wrong that I was excited? Last night I researched like mad, and at first it worried me, then I started to fancy the idea that maybe not everything is my fault? I'm not going to lie; it was an appealing but dangerous thought.
Sometimes I think being optimistic is scary.

It's weird to think that I'm so far away from Provo.

Um, Merry Christmas!

2006-12-22T06:23:00.000-08:00

I'm -so- picking upset with myself. I totally got bored last night waiting for Carolyn to call so she could spend the night, so I slept. I missed three calls; I figured my phone was on silent, but sickeningly it wasn't. Stupid itunes. I shouldn't have left them on. Now she leaves at 8 and I'll get to see her for a second when she moves her stuff. For the record, I hate breaks. They're full of nothingness with one good day. SAD DAY.

The worst is over

2006-12-19T13:54:00.000-08:00

"Dave doesn't seem so awkward now. I think I've become more awkward. Don't you think I'm more awkward?"
"Are you kidding? I've known you since you were a beehive."

You need them just to get by

2006-12-18T14:06:00.000-08:00

In my hoboing around, I've managed to leave behind my coat, a pair of pants, a hoodie, a t-shirt, my BYU ID (complete with meal plan), my keys, and my cell phone charger. My cell phone is dead. Maybe somebody will stop by and conviently interrupt my "studying."

I forgot how cold "my room" is.

Piano playing was enjoyable. Sometimes I wish I could play a decent song. Or play a song decently. But then I remember I'm just happy to be playing.

In other news, I'm still alive. Who knew?

sleep is highly overrated.

2006-12-18T02:33:00.000-08:00

So this one time Carolyn and I hoboed around to her cousin's place in Wyview where I discovered that her cousin and I have the same Book of Mormon teacher and that I have a paper due by 8am today. Believe it or not, this is good news. It'll give me something to do with my morning.

I need a hobo blanket. I keep having to borrow pillows and blankets. The blanket tonight is very pink and quite fragrant...quite fragrant.

I realized something yesterday. While I have a week before I go home, most people are going to be gone very soon. This is pretty sad. It's going to be really weird to go home. I have two friends I'll probably try to see, but maybe not. Beyond that, it'll just be the parents and my brother. So quiet...I wonder what if I'll like it now.

I randomly got two aphthous ulcers (canker sores) the other day. I used to get them all the time, but I haven't gotten one spontaneously in years. "Researchers generally believe that stress or tissue injury may cause the eruption of canker sores." One of them may have been caused by rubbing against a tooth, but the other one definitely could not have. One healed, but I could swear the other one is getting worse. I also burned the roof of my mouth directly behind my teeth pretty badly. Brushing my teeth has been a little less enjoyable recently.

Sometimes I wish I had insights to type about. I used to philosophize all the time about stupid little things that didn't matter. It was quite amusing at times. I think I lost my ability to do so when I decided to screw up my life. Now all I theorize about is how I need to fix it. Boring! And amazingly self-centered. I hope when I go home I'll gain a greater appreciation for other people.

I think the snow makes a very satisfactory noise when I step on it. It was packing pretty well today. Somebody built a small snowfort in Wyview; it had a small door. Carolyn said it was better than mine. She was obviously wrong, though. I have half a mind to go stomp on it now just to prove my point, but that might be taken as malicious.

I don't feel like writing my Book of Mormon paper, hence all the nothingness.

At some point in my life, I would like it explained to me why somebody chose mistletoe to serve the purpose it does. I mean, I understand that desperate romantics have and always will exist, but why mistletoe? It's a little bit on the ugly side if you ask me. But then again, who would ask me?

I can't wait to see my cat again. She's funny. She's like this big furry fat thing that is really happy when you pet her. She gets all relaxed and grateful. It's actually cute. I used to have another cat, but she wasn't quite like that. She would get happy and psycho-excited if you pet her. A lot of cats just don't like to be pet. When people ask me if I like cats, I have a hard time answering. That's like asking if I like all people. I think I like cats about as much as they like me - maybe less. People I like more. Is that backwards?

Today I learned that some vegans don't eat yeast.

As if you had a choice

2006-12-18T00:20:00.001-08:00

Thursday I was invited to go see/obtain Carolyn's ring. It was pretty amazing and exciting. Sometimes I hang around them so much, I wonder if I'm getting married, too (but not literally). I think they're too accommodating to me; I hope I don't wear them out.

Friday I'm positive I had a small fever. I was in the Canon Center in a T-shirt, and I felt so uncomfortably warm. Ruthie said I was warmer than her; this is a definite first. I was excited, though I'm not sure why anymore. Ruthie thinks I'm crazy - for real. She said so Saturday right before our O-Chem test. It was a little disconcerting. I told her about my pricking my finger to become blood sisters with Carolyn (or, to have my AB+ RBCs attack her O- RBCs), and Ruthie said everything was related, and she worries for my sanity. I thought Carolyn and I were just being goofy, but apparently only crazies do stupid, childish things.

Speaking of stupid, childish things, we played in the snow Saturday. It was pretty fun. We went through my cell phone and called all my Provo friends; none of them came, but Carolyn's friends did. That's when I remember why I keep Carolyn around; she has friends.

I built a snow fort. It was about 5 feet tall before people tripped me over it repetitively. I also tripped Carolyn - for real. The highlight, though, was when Jen and I ran towards Carolyn and Kym after they had jumped in the snow. We pretended to be about to jump next to them, so they just laid there. Meanwhile, we ran up and kicked snow in their faces. A positive experience for sure.

I think I'm sick. This one time I was tired of being awake, so I curled up on Mike's couch and laid there. I was so conscious except a few short times when I would suddenly jerk because I felt like I tripped. Then I feel asleep. It was sad because I woke up an hour and a half later. I lost an hour and a half. It made me sick. If anybody wants to kill me, I think tonight would be an ideal time to die.

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

2006-12-13T11:12:00.000-08:00

Hm. I had weird dreams. I missed German today. I went back to sleep and dreamed I missed my BOM class, too.
In a different dream, I went to some indoor park thing and invited some people. My niece and nephew were there, which was exciting. I invited Colton, but I felt kind of bad because I kind of ditched him. We were all hanging out in some weird-shaped lobby place that he didn't know he was allowed to go in. There were grilled cheese sandwiches, too - with spices. I accidently spilled some parmesean cheese in Brianna's drink (Brianna from sophomore year?!). The place where the kids were playing had a low kid's fence that wasn't sturdy. While talking to William, I accidently broke it a few times. Later, I was outside walking around and saw what appeared to be my bishop in a group by a giant playground figure. I asked him if I could take his picture, but then I realized Jules was with me so I introduced him as my bishop instead and asked Jules if he didn't look like the boss. He didn't act like my bishop though, and I realized he actually had curly hair. His friends seemed to think it was funny, and I thought he probably wasn't my bishop. I simply ended the conversation and left, but they were still kind of chuckling. I told Jules I didn't think he was my bishop, but he had kind of guessed that, too. Somehow we were on a very tall playground equipment thing. So, here are two curious things from the next part of my dream: there a difficult spot on the structure on the way down; in my head I figured it was dangerous, but it didn't make me dizzy, and I didn't think I was going to get hurt. Then, I went down a slide that connected to another piece of equipment close to the ground. For whatever reason, it disconnected while I was in it, and the end of the slide lowered itself to the ground. This wasn't frightening; I found it amusing and sent a "go figure"look up to Jules. It's not that big of a deal, I just don't remember sending humorous looks to people in dreams. In fact, I don't remember being aware that people read my facial expressions. I probably just haven't remembered enough dreams, though.

She says we will make it now

2006-12-12T00:41:00.000-08:00

Guess what! I'm so excited. I definitely got a toothbrush. I now have a home/traveling toothbrush, a DT toothbrush, and a Ruthie toothbrush. Nobody will ever know how happy this makes me. I have to confess, I did not enjoy Ruth's toothpaste. It is way foamy. Renae's toothpaste is about the best I've ever had. I think someday I will kidnap it. ...Or buy some.

I lost 5% of my grade today because I forgot a ticket stub, and I wasn't allowed to run back for it. I was pretty upset at myself.

This one time I called Carolyn with the intent to complain to her and have her berate me for being dumb. I told her that. But somehow I got no rebuke. She was in a not so great mood, too. I felt pretty guilty for complaining, so I told her we should stop being dumb and be happy. I saw her later and she reported success. This made me happy. Also, I was thoroughly amused when her roommates came to see her at work with balloons and congratulations for her engagement. They offered to help her move out. How kind. My roommate did the same. We have such helpful, caring roommates. :)

I decided I had become pretty self-absorbed. I bought Renae some goodies. Then Carolyn. Then Mike (but he doesn't know this yet). Then Ruthie. Then David. I saw some frosted animal crackers, and I remembered having a conversation about them, but I randomly couldn't remember with whom I had this conversation. I asked Carolyn, but she couldn't make up her mind between herself or Jules. We decided that it had been a group topic (excluding Mike) and were satisfied. Then I told Ruthie, and she totally thought that it was her. I'm so confused. I ended up giving them to Ruthie because she was somewhat convincing. I'm starting to have second thoughts though...

Through a pin hole

2006-12-11T13:57:00.000-08:00

I think I had decent grades until last week; I kind of fell apart. I don't think I can fix this one.

I think I fell down to somewhere between safety and physiological. I think maybe I was supposed to stay in Bowen. Oops.

The past few weeks I've been finding myself increasingly annoying. I don't think I can overlook this much longer. I'm so close to giving up and just being shy again; I'm starting to question which way makes me happier. I think I need a home, an identity, and some self-respect. All in good time.

This one time I was walking around campus, and my heel kind of hurt. I decided to check on it to see if I was getting a blister, and there was definitely blood all over the back of my pants. Why don't I notice these things?

I type 33 wmp one-handed. I think I type faster when I don't watch the screen.

It really bothers me that this post is so negative. Today I'll have to look extra hard for funny things. Like the irony of the first sentence of this pseudoparagraph - even the fact that it bothers me is negative. Amazing.

I think I should camp out at Renae's tonight if she doesn't mind. Maybe I'll bring her food or some other form of goodies as a form of rent. I think I've given Dad enough time to mull over the idea of me moving off campus. I'll call him today. Hopefully I won't seem all biased, but truth be told, I am a bit bias. I just need a new start. Again. :) I'll plan it out like summer. That worked well. I'm excited. But yeah, I'm not biased...

the cuteness

2006-12-09T00:48:00.000-08:00

Oh my gosh! I miss them!
It's my sister's album of my niece and nephew. I can't believe she lost teeth; I remember when she got them in the first place. I feel so bad I never wrote them...

Whatever makes you happy

2006-12-08T16:50:00.000-08:00

Today I have made massive expansions to my music library. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little neurotic about songs, so we'll see how this undertaking goes. As of yet, I've developed a new, more efficient way to store my music. I was about half-way through changing to a different filing system, but I think this will be better. My ultimate goal?
1. Have all music organized by artist in folders under My Music > itunes.
2. Have consistent artists (ie. not two separate artists "Beatles" and "The Beatles" or "snow patrol" and "Snow Patrol").
3. Make sure every song has its correct artist, album, and title.
4. Make sure all lyrics are good enough for my taste.
5. Devise some clever playlists.
6. Even out my play counts a bit.

This may take a bit.

This week the trend

2006-12-07T20:56:00.000-08:00

This one time there was no episode of the Office today. :( Happens.

This other time I started watching Heroes...and didn't stop. It's not like I have anything better to do, right? Hiro learns English in the future. Cool.

Anything but signals that are mixed

2006-12-07T16:25:00.000-08:00

I came home today. I ran out of clothes. I was so excited to see my closet.

My roommate and I had what I thought to be a casual normal conversation. The same kind we've always had. I don't know what this means.

I was wondering at what point chapstick becomes a necessity. Is it when one's lips feel dry occasionally, when they become rough, when they hurt, when they are visually disturbing, or when they bleed?

I stole - I mean downloaded - more Ben Folds today. I'm pretty pleased with my selection.

I've been rude these past few days. It makes me sad. I think I was secretly frustrated. I won't be a brat anymore. I promise.

I can make my text small. YES!

Today is most definitely Office day. I'm excited. Next week is even better; it's supposed an extra long Christmas episode. Oh, yes. The future is looking bright.

Today:
long car rides
long showers

Just another lemon tree

2006-12-05T14:57:00.000-08:00

This one time I recieved a call in my chemistry class from Katie, my RA. She thinks that we should talk. She's friends with my roommate, and apparently I came up in casual conversation. I have an appointment for 9:30; I'm pretty sure I'll just move. I don't mind because I don't really have friends in the ward beyond Carolyn and Hailey.

I've wanted to live off campus, but my parents freak every time I bring it up; however, on campus housing is full. I think the timing is pretty bad, too, because, according to my housing account, my dad just paid for part of winter semester. I'll wait 'til after our little pow-wow. I would be sickly nervous, but I kind of want to move anyway. I kind of expect people to not like me, so it's cool.
I'm just naturally disinclined to tell my parents that I -have- to move because my roommate doesn't like me. I think they'd think that's dumb or feel like it's their fault I don't have skills. Sometimes I don't like being right.

Today I went with Matiko (Hailey) to the creamery, and they had eggnog ice cream. I practiced my cone-eating skills.

I went to my classes. I was -tired- in chemistry; it could be because I hardly slept, but it -may be- that I'm sick. I think there'd be nothing better than if I got sick and couldn't take finals. Then, BYU would have to refund me my money, and I'd take the exact same classes next semester. It'd be amazing; I could skip all the time.

I found a time where I still stutter quite a bit. I had to say a prayer in German today during class. I read the one I had prepared, but I couldn't make the sentences or words flow. That's okay. I think it's just a completion grade.

Today the desktop pulled up, and I couldn't get rid of it without clicking on something. It's something in the bottom right corner.

Heroes is supposed to be online for free.

Now to kill 3 hours.

Today:
being an active part of a group
Fruit

You could be happy

2006-12-05T02:19:00.000-08:00

This one time I told Carolyn a large portion of the things I don't tell people. Then, I got home, and I had a note from my roommate asking me to move out winter semester. Then, Carolyn got ditched and Mike wanted to talk to us about his visit to the health center. I spent a good portion of my day feeling sick.

This one time over summer, I occasionally said that I thought people hated me. Ruthie eventually told me I was being paranoid and that I should work on that. So this one time, I thought my roommates hated me, and then I learned that I was right.

This other time I was starting to figure out how amazing it can be to have friends. I admitted to Ruth and Renae that my roommate wants me to leave. I even let them read the letter (it's pretty long). I think I felt pathetic enough that the letter didn't make me feel much worse.

I'm actually somewhat optimistic. I decided to use this as a catalyst to try and figure out how to fix this thing that's been bothering me a while. Maybe I'll actually get this worked out right and feel better.

So, I'm staying at Ruthie's. I felt like a hobo, walking around campus with my bags looking for a place to sleep. I found hot chocolate here, which was happy. This kind of hot chocolate uses milk, which is exciting because it tasted good still. This means I did really well on my calcium intake today. I was thinking that maybe if I desensitized myself to hot chocolate with milk in it, then shifted slowly to chocolate milk, maybe someday I'll be able to stand milk. Or, maybe I should just buy some calcium supplements.

I'm not sure how I feel about being so exposed and openly embarrassed. Wait....maybe not good. :)

I really want to do things better. I really do. :D

2006-12-04T16:37:00.001-08:00

This one time my roommates told me to move.

I want to hear you laugh like you really mean it

2006-12-03T13:09:00.000-08:00

There's this awkward space of time from when church ends to when my other friends get out of church that Carolyn typically uses to take a nap. I think naps on fast Sunday are cheap, but I secretly wish I hadn't slept quite so much last night.

My room is actually messy. Typically when my room gets messy, it has some sort of theme, such as clothes or school. This time it's pretty much a little bit of everything.

Carolyn and I decided to learn the bass (an octave up) and tenor parts of Christmas songs. We thought it'd be fun if we had two guys: one to sing bass and one melody and made an unorthodox quartet.

I feel I need to make a confession. As some of you might know, I have been using a bit of lotion lately on my legs after shaving. I realize that this goes against all I have professed to believe. I will make no excuse for myself; I am ashamed.

We're having a naughty santa of sorts at break the fast today. We're supposed to bring something junky for it. I wish I had known about it ahead of time; I would have bought an ipod. I think I'm going to sacrifice my punching balloons. I'd better get something good; I was definitely saving those balloons for a special occasion. I must admit, I was tempted to bring that dumb Cosmo's hat Carolyn left at my place. Boy, wouldn't she be surprised...actually, that could be funny. If only I were more bold.

I have to go make "soup" with the roommate for break the fast. We're making a fancy French soup called top ramen. It's an experimental flavor called beef chicken (2 parts beef, 1 part chicken).

Today:
Doing well in school is always a plus
Being a double agent
Stories. I like having stories to tell and things to say.

Today I failed at life.

2006-12-01T21:57:00.000-08:00

Today, I woke up, and I realized I had a lot to do. According to my mental schedule, I was to wake up at seven, shower, meet at the library at eight, work on the psych project, somehow miraculously conduct a stat experiment, do psych homework, finish statistics homework, study statistics, go to statistics, go to psychology, do our presentation, take my statistics test, relax and have fun in the evening.
When I woke up, I knew I wouldn't get everything done. So, I called Kat and asked her to postpone the psych project until one. I don't know why that made sense in my head.

Wow. That was boring.

This one time I got a 95% on my statistics test.

This other time I got a 90.

This last time I got a 59 on the multiple choice (weighted) section of the test.

I do this thing where I want to make sure I can do something.

Today in psychology, I decided that it'd be pretty fun to figure out how to not be afraid of heights. It's something that doesn't really bother me to figure out because it's a curious matter. I don't feel like I brought it on or that I want to hold on to it. It just seems like something simple. I don't know much about it, but I think it'd be fun to try to figure it out. It's so curious.

I have to go to world of dance. I must remember to buy world of dance tickets tomorrow.

I'm excited to watch Benny and Joon tonight. So excited.

I have to say, this is such a boring post.

I'm at the computer lab in the Cannon center, and I don't feel like going home. It's cold. I'm sitting next to the heater.

This one time Carolyn got mad at me and wouldn't share her pizza. I bought a slice from Tomacito's.

Today:
visitors
my hat
Carolyn falling - amazing. If only the world could have seen what I saw this day.
(My real list might be on my laptop at home)

Maybe I'm crazy

2006-12-01T13:48:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure Sam is faking sick or at least being lazy. My other presentation partner really has a migraine. She was going to ask if we could do our presentation first because she felt really sick, but I told her to go home. I hope our teacher asks us to go a different day, though I said it'd be fine if I did it by myself. It's nice to feel helpful, I just hope I don't blotch anything.

Those three words are said too much

2006-12-01T00:11:00.000-08:00

This one time I was a bit frustrated. I gave Ruthie a time frame (3-7:30), during which I could definitely work on the statistics project. Ruthie said she wanted to finish her English paper first. Around 4:30, I called her, and she was still working. I went in search of water balloons and thermometers; they didn't have either at the creamery. I called her and told her so. She said we'd go to Walmart, but that she was going to finish her paper first. I reminded her that I needed to finish before 7:30, and she spazzed telling me that this was school and it should be given priority. I guess that's correct, but I did technically give it priority - or rather, I gave her priority - all afternoon. I asked if there was a time tomorrow that we could work on it, but I just didn't fit in her always tight schedule. I thought she was being rude, but as much as I thought so, I felt like I was rude for not helping her tonight. It does seem unfair. She worked all day on her English paper and therefore had to work on the Statistics project by herself, but I had asked her to do this really quickly first. I just feel really bad, and sometimes I don't know if I should or not.
From her point of view, she has more work, more responsibility, and I get to play. It's a small crime, and I got no excuse. Is that alright?
I really wish I could walk to Walmart and do the experiment for her. That way, we get grades and maybe I could redeem myself in Ruthie's eyes. Maybe I should call Mike tomorrow. I'm getting desperate. Every time I try to redeem myself for Ruthie, I think I fail.
I think I've degressed. For a while during summer, I didn't feel the need to be timid. Now I'm less outgoing (oh, if you could have seen me in summer), and I act more awkward and indecisive. If I don't quit this game, there's going to be a consequence; this rule will be enforced once I think of a punishment. :)

Oh, dear. I really have to get World of Dance tickets. This one time it was part of my grade.

I think I'll skip sleeping tonight. I'll work on statistics homework.

Oh snap! I almost forgot:
Ice skating
People who are having fun while around me. As in, they aren't wishing they had better company because they either like what they're doing or they don't mind hanging out with me.
Games - especially games where I can be rough, cheat, or laugh (or all three...)

You don't make me sorry...

2006-11-30T13:59:00.000-08:00

I realized I blatantly lied last night. I do get tired sometimes still. It's about the most obnoixious feeling I can think of. There's this class that I have in Salt Lake on Thursdays. I get a ride with Jason, this mellow kid that I converse with for about the first ten minutes of our ride. I feel this requires some explanation: it's not that we sit in awkward silence the remainder of the time; it's just that we both don't mind riding quietly. Anyway, that ride can make me extremely drowsy. I haven't actually nodded off before, but I've had to play this game where I pretend to be looking out the window at the beautiful scenery on the way to Salt Lake when my eyes are really closed. Today I got a little tired. I decided it happens when I think about the same thing for too long. Next trip I must activate the ADD part of my brain.

I decided BYU really is a bubble. If an outside comedian came to BYU, he wouldn't be funny. If a BYU comedian performed outside BYU, he wouldn't be funny.
People just don't understand things like ringchecks.

I decided I never mention things that make me happy. This makes me sad. This one time I decided to include some at the end of posts.

I was late to German today. This is mainly because I took about 15 minutes sitting trying to decide whether or not I should go to German.

Michael finally went to the doctor.

I have a dilemma. This one time I came home around a little before 4 and realized I had a post it note on my closet. I held it near my window for light and read, "7:30 pm Thurs. Home Teachers" with some decorative squiggles beneath it. Quite a problem, right? I haven't determined how to break it to my roommate. All I've been able to come up with so far is, "I'm sorry, Lacey, but I'm not going to be here at 7:30 when our hometeachers come. I'm going to be in the lobby watching TV." I think I'll ponder on the wording a bit more before I confront her.

"I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend but I'm a little glowing friend but really I'm not actually your friend but I am." I can't understand how people could find that confusing.

Ruthie and I are suppose to complete our statistics project today (the idea of which Ruthie conveniently thought of this morning). It consists of finding out if water balloons can hold more water if the temperature of the water varies. I hope we can complete this before my 7:30 appointment.

My song of choice today is brought to you by the Strokes: Between Love and Hate

Today:
Two person conversations can be amazing.
Trees
Music in general

Take you away from that empty apartment

2006-11-27T23:28:00.000-08:00

Apparently Hailey and Ruthie both have played "Bang!" before, and they both love it. They were both excited when (on separate occasions) they found it on my desk.
Oh! I am being so good today. I am already in pajamas with teeth brushed and everything. Score!
It snowed today! It made my hair all curly like it used to be in Georgia. It was so pretty and made me so happy. I had previously determined that I wasn't going to freak out when it snowed. I was going ignore it like it was normal - that way I wouldn't seem as much like a freshman. I prepped myself so many times in my head, but I must have forgotten. I think it caught me off guard is all. I had to call Hailey and tell her...and Ruthie. And David. I made him walk all the way to the Canon Center with me to visit/meet Carolyn. He's been really nice to me recently. I bought him chocolates and discovered "caramel steamers." It was a happy thing. As it happens, I might have spent almost half my weekly amount of money today.
I'm so excited about my spaghetti tomorrow - so stoked.
I only missed pschology today, and I'm only missing a stat lab tomorrow.
I think my roommates hate me. I try to just blend in with the wall most the time unless they seem like they want to talk - in which case I try to talk. But this one time I was showing Hailey my episodes of the Office in the kitchen with my little laptop, and they came and shut the door. This other time I was quietly listening to music in my room, and they came and shut that door, too. Maybe I should just close doors when I enter a room; I feel bad that they have to come and shut them for me. This one time somebody and opened the piano room door to tell me something, and they left it open. Then somebody else had to ask me if they could close it. I didn't have the heart to finish playing whatever song I was playing. I think I'll fix this and get in the habit of closing doors. I'll probably lock myself out a few times.
I decided there are always things to say; it's just a matter of whether they are worth saying.
I downloaded two new episodes of the Office. I have a problem. But Hailey is feeding my addiction. She's reimbursing me. My brother wouldn't stop talking about how amazing Heroes is. He practically gave away the whole plot. I had to ask him not to tell me the "message" that would "give away some of the plot." His roommate has all the episodes on his laptop. Maybe we can trade laptops for a night.
This one time I was dreaming that Jules, Michael, Carolyn, and I were playing some card game (original), and I thought Jules's mp3 player was playing "interesting" songs that had slightly wrong lyrics. Then I realized that I was awake, it was seven o'clock, and it was my roommate's rap song. Haha! Amazing.

Legends of the Fall soundtrack song It's really soft and of horrible quality. Sad day.

So nothing sounds quite right

2006-11-27T10:23:00.000-08:00

I think I kind of broke one of my laptop speakers. It's a little raspy sometimes.
Oh, I am so stoked. I definitely found my shower gear under the sink today. I took an extra-long shower to celebrate. While I suppose I should be upset because now I have two razors, two face washes, and no food, I'm pleased with finding my old, better things (So now I have two toasters...). I am curious as to who the culprit is and what their motive was...
I definitely went to German today. It was scary, but, overall, it makes for a feel-good day. I celebrated with a fruit bowl for brunch.

I'm just a kid

2006-11-26T19:54:00.000-08:00

So, everybody's too busy to hang out except for me. Yeah, that was a conscious exaggeration. But I'm allowed to pretend to be bitter, aren't I? Life - ugh.
I think I'll visit Bowen.

Incidently, I'm Just a Kid is a good song, too. It makes me laugh, I think.

Sitting in his nowhere land

2006-11-25T23:29:00.000-08:00

I had forgotten how much I liked the Beatles - until today. I ripped a bunch of songs from my cds to my laptop. I now have accessibility to 51 of my favorite Beatles songs. I think I know the lyrics to them all, too. Wow. I blame this on long car rides with few cds.
I bought a game today. I've never played it, but everybody at the store kept saying it was fun - everybody being three separate whole people.
I finished Renae's scarf. I am pretty surprised and ecstatic that it's not messed up.
Today my brother accused me of being a little bit dark. I asked him why he thought that, but I'm not sure if I gave him time to respond before I searched for a second opinion.

Really pretty song of the day: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

Amazing songs overall: Pieces by Sum 41, Boston by Augustana

Currently addicted to: Death of an Interior Decorator by DCFC, Sleeping In by Postal Service, My Lack of Skill by Early November, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, and way too many more...

This song makes me laugh...somehow: Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden

I type faster than Jim but slower than Pam.

Carolyn and Mike are supposed to get home sometime tonight/morning. I think I missed them more than I'd be willing to admit.

I think...I might be addicted to the office. I've finally found something that I don't mind spending money on. So far I've spent roughly $17.91. I think I'll buy another episode.

Unfortunate Circumstances

2006-11-24T19:57:00.000-08:00

The creamery closed 3 minutes before I got there. I'm pretty hungry, but I don't have any food. I secretly stole a bagel from my roommate earlier today and was going to buy a new one when I shopped. Incidently, my brother, who has food, won't answer his phone.
Earlier I called David up and invited him over. He's five steps away. He said he'd come over in a few hours. I balked, but hardly. I simply repeated "A few hours?" and then added a disappointed "Alright."
I don't mind being alone except when I feel pathetic. Being stood up by your brother who lives across the street when you know he has nothing better to do than hang out with his one roommate that he sees all the time (who was also invited) is a pretty pathetic. Especially since he knew I had nothing better to do than invite my brother over. He won't even answer his phone. It makes me out to be so pathetic that I'd laugh, except that I'm hungry, so everything is a little less funny.

Black Friday

2006-11-24T14:44:00.000-08:00

So, my brother informed me that today is "Black Friday." Apparently this means we shouldn't go to the mall today. I think I'll go tomorrow. I no longer care if there are crowds.

I've managed to scare myself twice in 12 hours. The first one was when I was visiting this site: http://www.dreams.ca/recall.htm . I was trying to find if there is anything else I could do to remember my dreams. This site wasn't helpful, but I had left it up in the background while listening to my itunes. At some point, my itunes hit a missing file and stopped playing. I was sitting in my room. alone. in the dark. and I heard some weird heavy breathing. I knew there was some logical explanation for it, but it still freaked me out as I sat and tried to figure it out.
Also, my speakers make an alerting buzzing noise when they are half plugged in with the volume up. I found this out while playing with the cord; it made me jump.

www.allofmp3.com/share.shtml?token=2042439025&lang=eng&amp;group=9334&album=2&song=3 This song is so pretty.

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks

2006-11-23T23:11:00.000-08:00

It took me forever to remember that my username was actually my email.

So, I'm a little bit more than a little creeped out. My roommates left all their shower gear here, presumably because they have their own shower stuff at home. But, mysteriously, all my shower stuff disappeared. I was going crazy when I realized that this happened. I thought maybe I had taken my stuff up to DT with me when I camped out, but then I realized that was absurd, and I'd never do that. So, I showered with somebody else's shampoo, conditioner, and soap. I had to buy new face wash and a new razor. I just wonder who would take exactly all my stuff. The worst part is, I think that's unrealistic; I think it's more likely that I'm crazy - that I put it all somewhere and honestly don't remember doing a thing with it. I was kind of dazed Friday night. This really creeps me out.

My thermastat didn't believe me when I said I wanted it to be 75. Maybe the kitchen is warm, but my room is so cold. Just to show it, I turned it up to 80.

I'm so frustrated. I've been meaning to download songs (mainly ones I left back home) forever; I finally got around to doing it, and I got this dumb error:
Ordering is temporarily disabled
We are sorry, but the ordering is currently disabled.
The site is undergoing scheduled maintenance. Please check back later.
Bummer! I'm remembering a bunch of songs I left on the computer at home...and of course ourtunes is useless with everybody gone for Thanksgiving break. Not that I'd ever download illegally, but if I were that desperate...

I think I should work on my list of things to do before I die more. I think I like it because it gives me a sense of fulfillment in doing tasks that would otherwise seem pointless; lists typically do this.

1. ride a horse bareback
2. draw water from a well
*3. fly an airplane
4. speak with a British accent for a day
5. hug a stranger
6. tye-dye something
7. learn to juggle
8. swim in a lake in winter
9. be handcuffed
*10. unwrap a starburst using mouth
11. ride in an helicopter
12. type on a manual typewriter
13. be in a snow fight
14. skateboard
15. make a paper crane
16. rappel head first ^^
17. smash a light bulb
18. play an organ
*19. bake half a cake
20. melt a penny
21. ride in a trunk
*22. eat ice cream from a cone
*23. get in a moving vehicle and
24. jump from a moving vehicle
25. be splashed by a passing vehicle driving through puddle
26. inhale helium
27. perfect a song on piano

I have a bunch of floating balloons here, but somehow I haven't gotten up the nerve to bust one out.

I think I'll wake up tomorrow and walk to University Mall. Maybe I'll be able to convince my brother to walk with, but I bet he'd rather chat with Kaitlyn. Lame.

Such Great Heights is about my favorite song at the moment. This one time over summer I had a dream when that song was stuck in my head, and I woke up thinking all about the lyrics.
Caring is Creepy and Gone for Good are two other Shins songs I like a lot. I have this live version of Gone for Good with which I fell in love.

I haven't been tired four nights in a row. It's amazing - I think.

So I named my blog Fred

2006-11-22T02:24:00.000-08:00

"Name your blog."

So, it took me a long time to find a url that wasn't taken. I was pretty upset with all my rejected ideas. Apparently some people think the same things I do. This is scary. I plan to look up their blogs so as to find out more about myself; it will be a soul-searching experience. I must admit, I was a little disconcerted when "orangesherbet" and "lameduck" were both taken (even with hyphens); but when I started stealing bits of conversation for ideas, and I was still turned away, I really started to worry. I plan pay a special visit to "holysnap's" journal.
I don't know where I pulled "moldyquilt" from. I mean, I am sitting next to a quilt, but it's actually quite nice.
I chose the last template because I figured nobody ever does - especially since it's ugly.

I think I'm back on my usual sleeping schedule - excepting all the weird sleeping I've been doing. But I feel like if I sleep at all tonight, it'll be for about an hour, and afterwards I'll feel great.

I'm starting to think that I really do have something against my bed. I'm at Ruthie's. This is significant; I don't know why I came here. I did have my tiki-man pants; however, unlike Renae's place, there is no toothbrush for me here. I find this pretty sick, but since Ruthie is leaving for California around 5:30, and I figure I won't sleep until at least then, I think I'll survive. I do miss my toothbrush, though; I'm not going to lie.

It's weird. I've been feeling a lot like I used to back home. Probably because I realized that I'm still dependent on my parent's approval for some "important" things. I think I overlooked this with the whole Texas arrangement. This one time I knew the trip was beyond "not a good idea" in my parents opinion and that I normally wouldn't arrange to do such a thing - especially with me driving stick. But this same time, I wanted to be able to do something "stupid." I think I was made to think too responsibly sometimes. I also think I'm just immature for not handling that better. Live and learn.

My sister introduced me to the shins. I enjoy them. Right now I'm kind of on a postal service/snow patrol kick, though.

I remembered my dream last time I slept.

I hope we go to Einstein's in the morning. I miss bagels.

I ended a sentence with a preposition; Carolyn would be so proud of me for keeping it so long. I'll probably change it sooner than later. I'm trying not to think about it, but I'm obviously failing. It's a "from." I think it's at the start of the second paragraph.

I enjoy the tiny font. I hope it makes people squint. It's so cute when people squint. My dad's side of the family has squinty eyes when they smile. I got them, too, but it's not cute when I do it; it just makes my eyes disappear.

And, I have too much time to type