So.....

Now that Christmas is over, as of yesterday, I realize that I didn't even post anything exciting for that momentous occasion. Which brings me to the point that upon reading my blog, the posts about the upcoming holiday seem somewhat anti-climactic.

So I thought I should make up for the anti-climactic-ness of my blog---

MERRY day after CHRISTMAS!!!!!

And thus it is that the days of my expectations for a wonderful holiday are fulfilled.

Notable Quote

"I hate realizing that I'm not alone in the world."
(Bran Muffin)

If the world were voice automated...

I have a feeling that one day we are going to out-advance ourselves with technology.

For example, what will we do when everything is voice activated? What if you were just talking about your friend Joe Cook, and the oven turned on, the microwave starts beeping and spinning, and the stove starts heating up all at once.

Or what if you had to break the news that you got fired at work, and all of the sudden the sprinklers in the ceiling went off.

Life would be a mess with technology. Or without it. Boy, we're in a pickle.

I am a genius

I have determined that I am a genius, twice. Both my facebook profile and my blog tested positively, and I proudly post the badge below.

Finals Schminals

I should be working on my java programming final at the moment, but I would rather not. I also ought to get my laundry out of the dryer before too long, but I am too lazy, and my laptop is nice and warm and the weather outside is frightful, so let it snow. Silly me, it's not even snowing right now.

I just thought I should post something, and let the world know that my mental health is faring well. And I feel that life is still good. In fact, it is getting better every day that I keep on living.

Most of all, I am much too excited about the prospect of abandoning this barren wasteland and returning to the blissful land of bounty which I call home, namely, Frederick Maryland. Other than this, there is not much else of substance that keeps me going at this point of life. And now I have a sudden urge to wish you all a merry finals week in Samoan.

Manuia lava le vaiaso o su'ega i le i'uga o lau vasega!

While I was in the airport

I had a thought as I entered the airport, about to go to LA for Thanksgiving, and I thought to myself, "Self, it seems that most people don't think that travelling is a very glamorous experience. But I like to look good when I travel."

Now that it is getting close to time for me to go home for Christmas, I will soon need to confront this interesting psychological situation yet again, and I intend to be prepared for it. I most likely should wear a button up shirt, no tie. Not the kind of button up shirt I would wear to church, but a nice shirt. I will most likely wear khakis, and I even got a haircut just today so that in a week it will look nice and normal.

I certainly hope I meet my expectations and look good as I travel. I'm sure the airlines could use all the positive good looks they can get, what with business being tough due to terrorism these days.

Colors, choices, and Collapsing

So I was going to write a few thoughts about my day, and I was surprised to see that my blog has been edited...and I didn't do it. The whole picture no longer shows up, only a strip where the text lies. At first this seemed highly unacceptable. After some thinking, though, I feel that it makes the whole page a bit more streamlined. Not only that, I feel like I'm saving the environment by conserving bandwidth since it will now take less than half as much to download the photo at the top.

The only trouble is that I have had a constant problem with trying to figure out what color to use as the title. Gray doesn't show up terribly well. Blue doesn't match much of anything on the page. I've settled on a color that matches the background, but I'm still not sold on it.

But the only other thing is that it's still weird--when I click on an older post, the old settings with the full picture and brown and blue heading text show up. It's strange. Oh, well.

My day was good though. I feel however that now that the last day of classes are done, I will fall over.

Bedtime

I have decided yet again that going to bed early is going to be more productive than working late. So at this very pivotal time of my life, I am going to get some quality one on one time with my pillow. I trust that many will think me a fool for doing so, but I assure you that my life has never been better.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to wake up on time in the mornings.

Notable Quote

"Dating is consensual."
(Yours truly)

Theory

I have a theory that the gap between tall and short people will only get wider, kind of like the gap between the bourgeoisie and the proletariat. I mean, sometimes the basketball player marries the cheerleader, but who else are they going to marry anyway?

Usually, though, birds of a feather flock together. I've noticed that things just don't seem to usually work out otherwise, at least for me. Just like trying to put a puzzle together, you can't force two puzzle pieces together that just don't fit. Tall and short don't match very well.

Obviously this is just a theory, but I'd like to put it to the test and see how true it is. It would be great if we could conduct widespread research and got some real demographic data...

Hohoho!!!

This is probably the funniest thing I've ever seen....ever....

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1182972875

I'm still awake...

Why? The proposed answers to that question could fill more books than anything else that I can think of at the moment. The fact of the matter is, I'm not sure how exactly it came to be 3 am. It just is, and there's no use arguing with it.

At this point I am starting to realize how foolish it is to still be awake...and yet I'm writing about it at the same time, thinking about getting myself some hot chocolate and finally getting around to washing my dishes from dinner group this past evening.

I suppose this happens whenever you pass off a project, which I did yesterday (meaning Tuesday, since we all realize that it is officially Wednesday for me at this point.)

Now my biggest quandary is to figure out whether I'll go to the social dance lab or the songwriters' showcase tomorrow night at 7:30...decisions, decisions. I'm not so sure if I'll be able to decide. Any help would be appreciated, although usually when I ask my roomies for help in decision making, they act like that's almost as despicable as asking them to smoke or do drugs or something. Oh well. Better get to bed now.

20 DAYS!!!

I am extremely excited for Christmas...just thought I'd post it. No time to write more...maybe later! Hooray for Christmas!!

Notable Quote

"Dang women stole our rib."
(Nate)

La Puente, West Covina, East of LA

This is where I am at the moment, and it is beautiful. Wearing my knock-off birkenstocks, a short sleeve shirt, and full of turkey and cheesecake, there's not much else that can really go right. I noticed that the weather report for Provo said it was 36 degrees and cloudy out today. The low tonight here in La Puente is going to be about 51--it was up to 68 degrees around two in the afternoon. The forecast reports it will be 70 tomorrow. What a beautiful life. As a good friend I know would say, "Bryan, you're just living a dream life, you know?"

In any case, this has been a wonderfully unproductive day. I did fill out the acceptance form the business school gave me.

Twenty minutes to freedom

I remember being in this position before...being at work, waiting for the phone to ring, the clock to run out, something to happen so that my life would have some meaning for the next hour. Except in this case, it's twenty minutes, which time I hope to fill up as much as possible with this post.

It sounds almost like a movie title, actually--"ONE HOUR TO FREEDOM", the new action thriller about a Russian man in Moscow during the cold war who actually turns out to be an American spy who is actually a Chinese communist...it could be juicy. Or maybe it could be a show about a man having flashbacks over his life's story during his last hour of life before he's executed by aliens on some distant star system that he just discovered, then in the end he amazingly escapes and subdues the aliens and makes them farm an alien plantation for him, since I hate gory endings.

There are so many possibilities with a title so luscious as "ONE HOUR TO FREEDOM". No one would ever guess that it originated with a bored computer technician trying to find some way of passing the time.

I wonder what other movies or exciting books and such could be written with that title as a basis...

The storm before the calm

Today is busy. Tomorrow will be busy as well. Especially before 10:00 am. What a life I lead.

I've not done any of my practicing with the carillon bells, which is unfortunate, because that means that I won't have very good handling with the true weight of the bells under my feet, especially. Hopefully Dr. Cook doesn't get too upset with me. I don't have much to play for him, to be honest!

Other than getting as much of my five hours of practice in that I can, I need to do my laundry, get started on another Java program, and write up my Doctrine and Covenants assignment that was due a couple weeks ago.

I really ought not to share too much of my personal life on the interwebs, but with a lack of other exciting things to talk about I must resort to reciting the mundane drudgery of my daily life. Besides, after writing about it, it doesn't really seem all that bad after all. But I have a journal, and I might as well write all of this there. Oh well, it's probably healthy to have a public journal entry every now and again.

If....

If I were a rich man, I think I'd still have all the same stuff and friends I already do, just with lots of money instead.

If I were a superhero, I'd thoroughly enjoy the thrill of having a secret identity that no one else knows about except maybe my girlfriend...well, nevermind.

If I were the world's expert on squash, I still don't think I'd enjoy them unless my mother cooked them.

If I were to go on a second mission for the church, I'd hope I'm older and have a much prettier and permanent companion.

If I decide to take over the world, I think I'd do it through social networking like the mafia instead of politics, because secret combinations seem to make so much more sense than politics these days.

If there really were reindeer that could fly, I'd totally apply for the Santa Claus position, and settle for head elf when they denied me.

If it was thanksgiving break tomorrow, I'd cry.

If I could ever find the concentration and stamina that I need to do my homework, I'd stop writing random things right now.

If I were smart, I'd not worry about a great many more things than I really do.

I suppose that's it for now. My life has been full of what if's lately, and these are a few of the outliers that are floating around in my head that I thought might be entertaining. The rest will probably be disclosed in about fifty years, after the personal nature of them is completely obscure and opaque.

I need a hug

I'm not sure who will actually read this, but I'm hoping that whoever does will help a brother out and give me a big hug and tell me that I'm worth something to this world and that everything will turn out for the better in the end.

Thoughts

I'm not sure what to think about things these days. I aced a test and bombed one in the same week, I'm happy often but every now and then feel somewhat not so much so, all in the same day. I wonder if it's possible to develop bi-polar disorder.

I'm often caught up in the work of the day, and any free time that I have to think is usually spent thinking and worrying about what else I have to do the next day and so on. I wonder if life is always so monotonous--hopefully not, I might not be able to handle that.

At least I'm always able to laugh at a good joke every now and then...

Notable Quote

"I may not be a common judge in Israel, but I am a common judge on coolness."
(Xister)

Halloween 2007

I woke up this morning to find myself in reality, after having dreamed that I was cornered by a velociraptor from Jurassic Park in my bathroom tub. Having considered making a run for it down the hallway and leaping from the balcony, I gave up hope and was preparing myself for a gory death. Then I woke up. Quite nice, I thought--and also fitting with the holiday.

I didn't really have a costume made up for today--I went to class and work wearing my "Front Row Fanatics" shirt from last year--I figured that was enough to inspire fear in most of the rest of the Mountain West Conference, at least. I considered dressing up like Tiger Woods for a while, then decided that I'm just too good looking to pretend to be him.

So I ended up just wearing my 'ie lavalava again. Except this time not bearded and without Chelsea's ukulele--it was in her room, and I'm not allowed to go in there, because that would be scandalous and against the honor code.

In all, I feel that Halloween would indeed be much more interesting if we confused everyone by handing out candy door to door rather than receiving it. It would be a shock wave of change--first we would give people candy door to door, then they would be stuck with too much candy on their hands. Just like in the book "If you give a mouse a cookie," they'll naturally start having to hand their own candy out. This pattern would reciprocate until it fills the whole world with people handing out candy. What an amazing revolution it would be! That's all.

The beer shark

Sunday night was full of excitement for me. I walked out onto the balcony and found a shark there. And not just any shark--it had some sort of beer name logo stamped to it's side, showing clearly that it must have been branded as part of some sort of marketing gimmic that was doomed to fail in Provo, and thus found it's way to our balcony.

So I threw the shark at M10. The only unfortunate thing is that the shark had fins, which hinder its forward motion. So it got stuck in the tree. At the top. I was not tall enough.

To make a long story short, I scrambled all around the tree trying to save the poor beer shark. I even went to the point of trying to get it down with the snow shovel I saw in our stairwell. But alas, that was not enough. I finally was able to recruit Brandon's help, and by standing on his shoulders, steadying myself on the tree limbs, and reaching upwards, exerting my tender little efforts to reach it, I was able to grab the hapless creature from its undeserving and uncomfortable fate. After which I attacked people with him. Along with Freddie.

In all, I think we were a success. I got several people with direct hits, and they can now all attest that they were attacked by a beer shark. The end.

And also the throwing of the beer shark followed by crazy pictures.

A walk in the moonlight

So the past few days have been very interesting--and I feel inspired to share my experiences with you all (meaning the few of you who actually know about and read my posts). So first off, I successfully attended M11 and 12's Halloween party the other night. I didn't have a costume, but I did have an 'ie lavalava, as the Samoans call it, and Chelsea had a ukulele. Melanie taught me how to play a song. The rest of the night is history, between the crazy dancing, limbo games and ukulele strumming. Let's just say I had a good time of it. Not to mention that I went on a walk in my 'ie lavalava, strumming the ukulele and looking up at the nearly full moon with an aura of light all around it. We must have looked like quite the motley crowd walking around Provo looking at the moon with a man in a lavalava with his ukulele strumming away.

Priorities of Life

So, due to some recent events, I feel it important to list for all to see the most important things in life. Please do not question the validity of them--just trust me.

MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE:

1. The Gospel
2. Family
3. Sleep
4. Everything else

Notice that everything is the last thing on the list, after sleep especially. If you are one of those kind of people that puts schooling and work first, I have pity on your soul, since your life will probably be very confusing. I pray repentance upon you.

PS--obviously, the importance of making this list of priorities known is not among the category "everything else," otherwise I would be getting sleep at the moment. So next time someone says "sleep isn't the most important thing in life," remember---only the gospel and family are more important. And don't forget it! (and posts about how important sleep is).

Homework Shmomework

I should be doing my homework at the moment...but I'm not. I've decided to be completely responsible and schedule my homework for another time. Such as tomorrow morning and most of the evening as well.

Life is pretty good...in pretty much all areas of life. I'm getting raises at work, my friends all seem to like me, and despite the fact that I am putting off homework at the moment, my classes are doing quite well, and I have very few complaints.

As far as recent thoughts and quotes, none have stuck with me long enough to merit posting. This page is about quality, not quantity, and I'm not going to just post anything on a whim. This reminds me of my few new favorite words--whims, whimsical, bohemian, and eclectic. What a mix.

In any case, I have nothing more to add to the moment, and I had better move on with my life instead of pondering on my lack of ponderings and go have an experience worth writing about.

Notable Quote

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to be mean, but I can't! I'm such a loser!!!"
(Bran Muffin)

Notable Quote

"I haven't said anything extremely stupid yet..."
(Jason)

Safe Journey

We made it to Las Vegas last night all in one piece. That's all.

This is the story of a girl....

So, Becky had so much to share with us this evening. Thoughts on marriage and car trouble.

So Becky and I were sitting there, along with her lovely roommates, and we got to talking about life, the universe, and pretty much everything. In the course of this discussion, Becky suddenly started talking (no one knows why--maybe because we're going to be in Vegas this weekend for the BYU game) about Vegas marriages. And I quote: "I wonder if there is any problem with getting married for a weekend, not doing anything about it, and then getting it annulled a week later??" So maybe it's a loose quote, but the meaning was all the same in her words. She continued to pontificate on the topic for a while (much to our amazement) and we even had to have Chelsea call her mother to get an authoritative statement on the legitimacy of a weekend or week long marriage by an Elvis impersonator. Needless to say, I think my cheeks were sore before too long.

A bit later, we drifted away from the topic of marriage (which, I assure you, I am fully under-qualified in...but if you are female and have questions, I am always willing to discuss it. I have applications available in my office. This is the meaning of the word facetious) and soon found ourselves enjoying pleasant conversation yet again. Until suddenly Becky began to share with us the greatest tragedy of the semester thus far. Hypothetically speaking, (in order to protect the feelings and well-being of the persons involved) there was a girl that had a nice new car, which she loved like her own child (which she doesn't have yet). Also hypothetically speaking, there was another car somewhere on the street or parking lot, basically somewhere in the way of this hypothetical girl and her hypothetical car. And all these hypothetical things met each other in a most unfortunate way, such that the hypothetical girl's beloved vehicle gave itself a rather significant boo boo on the bumper and she had to leave a long, lugubrious note (o.k., so maybe I made up the long, lugubrious part) for the other hypothetical person whom the other hypothetical car belonged to.

Now, you may think this is the end. But it's not. She cried a river and drowned the whole world over this next incident. You see, this hypothetical girl once was driving down the street, and before she realized it saw the surprised body of a young man rolling off her hood. She was scared, and feared for his life. So she stuck her head out the window, yelled "are you o.k.?," saw that he was not bleeding profusely, and so drove off without receiving an answer to her question. So Becky shared this with us, and we all sat there, trying to replay this image in our minds, trying hard not to laugh.

In any case, Graham Cracker, whose name will remain thus in this record until he decides what his real name is, kindly informed Becky that this probably means that she'll be heading south on judgement day. Not much more than two minutes later, he postulated that this could have been the best thing she ever did, since if she had stopped, she would have been sued for all she's worth, and their family would be on the street and she'd be groveling about in trash cans instead of going to college with us. At this Becky became very confused, and rightly entreated Graham Cracker that he not be so extreme in opposite directions. All in all, I think we successfully put her fears and worries to rest based on the fact that repentance is possible.

So we had a great conversation. Needless to say we are all better people because of it. I hope one day she'll realize what a good example of what not to do she is. Don't get married in a week, don't hit pedestrians and run. She also had this very important insight while we were sitting there talking--said she, "my feet reek."

So the moral of the story is, always carry a tape recorder with you just in case you think you may have an interesting conversation. I think I'll do that next time.

Notable Quote

This was the best pearl of wisdom I've received all day. Enjoy.

"[B-Rob], one of these days you're going to get hurt, and you're going to say that it's going to grow back, and it won't!"
(Mikifi)

Hardcore

I feel very hardcore today. It was hat day at work. Not just any hat day, but crazy hat day. So I wore my beanie. It's the only hat I have, actually. To make it crazy I stuck my pen in the side against my ear.

This causes a problem, though--I have to wear it all day long, since I am self conscious and I don't want to have everyone looking at my pressed and messy hair after I take off the beanie. It looks like I'll be wearing this beanie all over the place tonight. I wonder if they allow beanies at the intramural volleyball games--although I'm not sure if I'll have time for the game tonight since I still have a test to study for, several hours of both organ and carillon practicing to do, and a computer science lab is due tomorrow, on which I have made approximately no progress. Life is pretty simple.

Well, that being said, maybe I should move on. This was a good day. I only wish that I were a bit blacker on the outside to reflect my inner self more accurately.

Notable Quote...and then some!

So, apparently I've forgotten to post one of the most important quotes by yours truly, and I've now had it requested multiple times, and my very person has been threatened in the case that I don't post it, although I find it morally unsound...

"So choosing the right is all about perspective, then?!?"
(Jenny)
"Yeah.......I mean, no!"
(Yours truly)

Also, I am sure there are other things that I was going to post. I can't remember now, though, so it'll have to wait. I should be doing homework, but I'm not. I am a bad boy. Consider that my confession...on with the rest of the repentance process....I can do it....yes, I can......

Notable Quote

"[Xister] and I are going to go live in a monastery, and you can come visit us if you want."

(Bran Muffin)

Peace

I feel quite peaceful and rested at the moment, and just thought I'd post that for all to see. I've just finished my D&C homework, and I had a good organ lesson this morning. I don't have much else to look forward to for the rest of the day, but I have decided that in life it's best to just roll with the punches. There is dinner group later on, at least--I can always look forward to food.

Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder what's going through people's minds. For example, at work this afternoon I was helping a CES employee fix up her Microsoft Outlook so that it would let her send emails--for some strange reason all she could do was receive them. In the course of my intelligent troubleshooting (which ultimately did fix the problem, thank you very much--and you thought it was a joke!) she asked if we wear headsets at the GSD. "Yeah..." Of course we do.
Later I realized what a funny question that was for her to ask. Why would it matter to her that we wear headsets? Then I suddenly thought of all the possibilities; she could have been plotting a terrorist attack which involved killing off computer technicians around the world by systematically poisoning the earpieces on their headsets...or maybe she just felt like it would make me sound cooler and smarter if she envisioned me with a headset. Maybe it gave her a sense of security knowing that not only could I fix computers, but I can do it hands-free.

I also have a theory that people's driving habits are similar, in some cases, to their walking habits. One day I am sure that in the big cities of the world such as New York or San Francisco, there will be lanes painted on the sidewalk with bright paints, and we might even be required in some places to wear a funny backpack thing with blinkers and brake lights. That would make life so much easier for those of us who just like to get places fast--the 'talkers' could just pull off onto the shoulder and talk, while the rest of us breeze by, and if you're lucky there might even be a wide sidewalk with a fast lane on it so you could really scoot along. The only problem is brakes--the best solution I think to indicate you're slowing down is to tilt your head back, and have the brake lights come on whenever your neck bends backward.

I do admit that this would be awkward in any visits made to third-world countries, where they most likely would not be up to speed with this new way of life. And there we would be, walking around making bike signals and leaning our heads back for no apparent reason. At least we'll get some good home videos out of it.

Tradition

Wow, I just found this old post that I must've not clicked the button for. I composed this on the eve of October...that has a fun ring to it. Maybe I should be an author someday.

I feel like I should have some sort of momentous tradition for the end of a month and the beginning of a new one, somewhat akin to the fact that wolves howl at a full moon. I'm not quite sure why I have this instinct.

There really isn't much that I can think of that would be good, though--I'm fairly sure that not many people really spend much time worrying about the passage into a new month, except to change the date on their paperwork.

Maybe someday I'll have something more worthwhile to post. This is all I've got for now.

Notable Quote

We had Sunday dinner with Xister and his family this evening, and it was rather pleasant. We had an interesting conversation amongst ourselves as roommates afterwards, as well. At one point Bran Muffin spouted out something fun...just like he usually does.

"It's awkward that you ruin our lives."

He was referring to D.C., our Ohio roommate, who got a girlfriend and we have concluded that for this reason alone, girls have stopped visiting us at our apartment. Along with the fact that we are the designated local homeless shelter lately. That's all.

It snowed today

We've had our first official snowfall here along the Y-mountain front according to my observations this evening. It lasted only a couple hours at most, maybe a bit more in the mountains. Naturally that means that it is quite chilly outside, and if there were any doubts that fall is here, that ought to have quenched them.

I can't think of much to post today...just that I was called a failure in life this morning at breakfast. I'm still taking stock of the significance of that, and making necessary adjustments in my long term goals. I've also decided that I really enjoy hiking. To my readers this may seem random, but I assure you it makes perfect sense to me, so please don't be alarmed. If you must you can just assume that it is an inside joke with myself. I think it is healthy to keep a few of those around every now and then.

There was another notable experience I had today; I went upstairs in the bell tower to practice at half past twelve in the afternoon. I started with a rousing bout of A Poor Wayfaring Stranger that was fit to kill any nearby cats. And possibly some dogs or small birds as well. There is a certain moth that I know of that is trapped in the tower at this moment, probably doomed to certain death due to imprisonment. Again, I am not quite sure how this relates.

In any case, it was a bit scary, but I lived through it to see another day. I did have some slight anxiety that some sort of secret agents or bell tower security squad would storm up the stairs and have a shootout with me trying to stop all the horrible racket, but that seemed only a bit far-fetched of a concern.

Overall, it was a classic rainy day, except it snowed for part of it, too. I should have gotten myself some hot chocolate. Someday maybe I'll realize that goal; although since apparently I am a failure in life, I might have to be careful what I expect of myself from now on.

Another day

While I feel thoroughly uninspired this evening, I still would like to fill this page up with as much stuff as I can so it looks cool. I call it a page because I have some strange personal vendetta against the word blog, probably because it makes me think of a bog, and maybe even some sort of strange man-eating creature.

As I think back over the day, there really isn't much to say--I went to class, had a good nap, went to work, had a good time working, then came home. After that, I did my laundry. What a life I lead--at least I have plenty of friends to spice things up every now and then. And I have the organ--I put on all the stops in Dr. Cook's office this evening and played Bach for at least twenty straight minutes. It was glorious.

I have also learned today that I should register as a nerd. I checked out a book on HTML programming so that I can figure out how to do cool stuff for this page; imagine that, checking out a programming book for fun! I'm becoming like my little brother.

Well, that's about all that I have to say now. I am sleepy. It is past my bedtime, and that's why I am sleepy. I think this will be a much more interesting post to read in retrospect. Or not at all. At least I posted something--Bran Muffin said I should. This was for you, my fruity friend!

Samoan class (vasega Samoa)

So I had a great time in my class today. We practiced our language skills by going through the newspaper and asking each other what the price was for various items in the grocery ad 'i fa'aSamoa. It was really fun, and I enjoyed it--especially when one of the other students asked me e fia muli o le pepa pepe?, which translated is "how many butts does the paper baby have?" He was trying to say e fia le tau o le pepa pepe, which would be "how much do the baby paper (baby wipes) cost?"

Just thought I'd share that pearl of life with you.

Daily thought

This will be the first full day of this literary receptacle for pearls of...well not so much wisdom, but at least it will bring smiles to your face and bring longer life with extended bursts of merriment. As a simple daily thought, (so what if it's only the second day? it's still a daily thought!), I put forward to you a line that can be used to overcome any social obstacle that you find impedes you. Simply say it out loud, and life will suddenly feel brighter.

Just remember this: "So, at least my deodorant smells good!"

Don't you feel better already?

Notable Quotes

"Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think 'that's so weird!'"
(yours truly)

"Brains have gender?!?"
(yours truly)

"We go to bed at night, and nobody's there. We wake up in the morning, and there's half-naked men lying all over the place!"
(yours truly)

"That's when you feel most lonely, when the shower curtain falls down--and you're so naked and vulnerable."
(Graham Cracker)

Notable Quote

As a general rule, I hereby decree that any and all funny quotes that last long enough for me to remember to post them will be posted, and each such quote shall have as a title "Notable Quote." As to the first such quote to grace this wall, Bran Muffin will have that great honor with his masterfully sensitive blurt as follows:

"What's true about you that's not mean?"

In honor of AHRRRRRRR Hall...

So here I am creating a blog...where that word actually came from, I'll never know. In honor of the glory days of my college freshman existence in Deseret Towers I've decided to christen my new found literary outlet after my own boat, the modern reincarnation of the greatest ship to sink twice and still beat the rest of the world in both the "cool" and "super crazy fast" categories. Therefore, for ever after this shall be a quiet estuary of eclectic commentary and contemplation. Take what you can, give nothin' back!!