Coming Soon...

Oh you want it.

You'll be mesmerized by it.

Warm fuzzies of joy will fill your fuzzy center.

Candy won't be quite as sweet.

Man's best friend we feel more like an acquaintance.

Mr. Poe, will want to change his name to Moe.

Be excited... be very excited...

Work, Work, Work

Day 1: Wake up, shower, get dressed, drive, work, drive, work, read, test take, read, say hi to someone, brush teeth, dress down, sleep.

Day 2: Wake up, shower, don't shave, get dressed, drive, work, drive, work, call a good friend, read, read, read, think about brushing, dress mostly down, sleep.

Day 3: Wake up, think about showering, put on deoderant, get dressed, drive, work, drive, work, drive, work, drive, take a break studying and discussing that big guy, meet someone new, drive, read, joke with roomate, floss, brush teeth, sleep.

Day 4: Sleep in past alarm clock, still shower (already late), shave, get dressed, drive, work, drive, work, drive, work, drive, read, write, read, write, read friend's blog, sleep.

Day 5: Wake up, shower, get dressed, drive, work, drive, work, drive, work, drive, fulfill calling, call landlord, think about sleeping, day dream about bed, help friend, pity self, realize self pity dumb, pause... think about the small things, smile, laugh out loud, smile some more, read scriptures, pass out with a smile. :)

Peace out.

Involuntary Stalking

Since the creation of the cell phone there is something that has always boggled my mind. No it's not the fact that the phone works with no cord, or that most cell phones come with caller ID, or that my cell phone has color and can take pictures and video, which in and of itself is just amazing.

I am amazed at what people are willing to talk about, in public, on their cell phones.

I type this post while sitting in the BYU library next to someone I am now involuntarily stalking. I now know about her personal life, her roommate’s personal life, her mom's personal life, and her brother's personal life. All in a 30 minute conversation I don't even have to be a part of.

I wonder if anyone is involuntarily stalking me? I hope not. I hope the most people can get on me, is what I allow to be posted on this blog or that I tell them directly. But then again I don't really care what people know about me, just that I can have some personal time... that's really all I need. Personal time with just me and my cell phone... in public... talking about everything that is going through my life... the life of my roommate... the life of my brother... and the life of my parents...

Free, all at the low cost of having a cell phone. Technology is amazing...

School the evil curse of blessingness

Oh, does school make me tired. I'm tired of papers. I'm tired of tests. I'm tired of thinking about papers. I'm tired of thinking about tests. And I'm tired of reading books I don't want to, or books I want to, but at speeds F14's fly. Sometimes I just feel like I get nothing out of my thousands of dollars that I invest each year into this educational system.

But something tells me it just may be worth it...