"Dang women stole our rib."
(Nate)
(Nate)
Wednesday, November 28
Thursday, November 22
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.
In any case, this has been a wonderfully unproductive day. I did fill out the acceptance form the business school gave me.
Tuesday, November 20
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...
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...
Monday, November 19
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.
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.
Thursday, November 15
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 13
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.
Wednesday, November 7
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...
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...
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