readers like you, and Delta airlines free wifi internet, paid for this season by eBay. I couldn't resist posting a status on my facebook page, and then I thought, wow, I should write a post for my blog. I'm probably somewhere above Lake Michigan right now.
I am not quite sure whether to be creeped out or amazed that this is all possible, but mostly it is just plain blowing my mind that they figured out how to get the tentacles of the internet to reach a plane 37,000 feet in the air, where it is somewhere around -79 degrees Fahrenheit and time seems to go a little slower.
That having been said, there really isn't any other reason for me to post anything right now. I will be headed to Texas for the first time in my life tomorrow morning, and if I have internet midair again then I might venture writing a "live" account of the experience.
I suppose I should be thankful for something, though, so here goes; I am thankful that I am not crashing right now. How's that? I love this time of year. Mostly because it means that we're that much closer to Christmas :)
Sunday, November 29
Friday, November 27
Notable Quote
"That was almost as bad as one of my jokes."
"I blame you for myself frequently"
(Dad and I)
Monday, November 23
Punctuation
Sometimes it really bothers me that there is nothing in between an exclamation point and a period. I was just composing a thank you email for a recruiter that interviewed me last week for a full time job, and I just couldn't settle on how to say "have a great Thanksgiving holiday." With a period I feel like it is almost sarcastic, and with an exclamation point it almost seems like something from homestar runner's teen girl squad. Although, it does seem that the impact that an exclamation point has is somewhat eroded within the business world. Especially after the invention of spam email.
I suppose I could use a smiley face, but that wouldn't be as professional. It is also a proven fact that a man would not appreciate a smiley face from me as much as someone of the opposite gender; in fact, it would most likely be strange and work against me.
So the moral here is that the written word will never truly measure up to face to face communication.
I ended up putting an exclamation point.
I suppose I could use a smiley face, but that wouldn't be as professional. It is also a proven fact that a man would not appreciate a smiley face from me as much as someone of the opposite gender; in fact, it would most likely be strange and work against me.
So the moral here is that the written word will never truly measure up to face to face communication.
I ended up putting an exclamation point.
Thursday, November 19
Notable Quote
"And I just want to let you know that I've stopped beating my wife. She can be full of lumps sometimes."
(economics professor)
Wednesday, November 18
Assassin
With a title like that, I'm guaranteed to get someone to read this post, right?
Truthfully, though, I am exercising my skill and prowess at being sneaky along with the rest of our happy little BYU ward in an organized tournament of backstabbing. We have all been assigned each other as "targets" and equipped with white plastic forks in order to perform our dastardly deeds.
My roommates and I formed our own little secret combination almost instantly, as did many other apartments, I'm sure. I was assigned to kill a girl in our FHE group first, and on the way home from FHE, we offered her a spot in our secret group if she told us who she was supposed to kill. She didn't want to tell us, and we warned her that if she didn't say, we would find out eventually. She didn't tell us, so I stabbed her once we got home, and she then had to pass on her target as mine.
The whole next day I had visions of myself riding my bike and spearing people with my fork, jumping from our apartment balcony and attacking them while walking unawares, and the like. Then as I got my food from dinner group one of the girls there nonchalantly just walked up and poked me in plain view and announced that I was now dead. I have never been so let down; at least she could have made some sort of cool sound effect or made some sort of awesome killing pose while poking me in the shoulder.
Maybe she just didn't want to hurt me. I do seem a bit fragile I suppose.
Being dead is much less fun, for sure, though. I never really got to test out my jumping from the balcony attack, so I decided I'd just do it anyway. I jumped on the other Elders' quorum president in the ward, screaming like a banshee, and landed heavily on my left heel. Now I might have a broken heel.
So the moral of the story is, once you've been assassinated, stop pretending to kill people.
Truthfully, though, I am exercising my skill and prowess at being sneaky along with the rest of our happy little BYU ward in an organized tournament of backstabbing. We have all been assigned each other as "targets" and equipped with white plastic forks in order to perform our dastardly deeds.
My roommates and I formed our own little secret combination almost instantly, as did many other apartments, I'm sure. I was assigned to kill a girl in our FHE group first, and on the way home from FHE, we offered her a spot in our secret group if she told us who she was supposed to kill. She didn't want to tell us, and we warned her that if she didn't say, we would find out eventually. She didn't tell us, so I stabbed her once we got home, and she then had to pass on her target as mine.
The whole next day I had visions of myself riding my bike and spearing people with my fork, jumping from our apartment balcony and attacking them while walking unawares, and the like. Then as I got my food from dinner group one of the girls there nonchalantly just walked up and poked me in plain view and announced that I was now dead. I have never been so let down; at least she could have made some sort of cool sound effect or made some sort of awesome killing pose while poking me in the shoulder.
Maybe she just didn't want to hurt me. I do seem a bit fragile I suppose.
Being dead is much less fun, for sure, though. I never really got to test out my jumping from the balcony attack, so I decided I'd just do it anyway. I jumped on the other Elders' quorum president in the ward, screaming like a banshee, and landed heavily on my left heel. Now I might have a broken heel.
So the moral of the story is, once you've been assassinated, stop pretending to kill people.
Wednesday, November 4
A bullish day
When speaking of the stocks and such, the word on the street is that when things are looking good and values are climbing, the market is 'bullish'. When things are not so good, they call it 'bearish'. You probably already knew that, but that really isn't the reason that I'm writing tonight.
The main thing is to remember that sometimes you just don't feel great about life for one reason or another. No one can really lay their finger on it, not even yourself. My day today was like that, myself. It started out a bit dull, then it got tiring, then it got somehow wonderfully delicious, and I became as hyper as a chipmunk with an energy drink. I then went shopping for my dinner group meal tomorrow night, and had a dance party all by myself in the car, at the store, and all the way back again.
After returning home I embarrassed all of our roommates by dancing throughout the apartment while putting my groceries away, singing loudly. I am wholly content with my day. I just wish that every day ended like this! It's like something or someone just dumped a huge investment of happiness in me; I guess this means that I should start looking for ways to meet the expectations of my investor(s) and start paying them back.
The moral of the story is simple, though; I only want to warn the reader that becoming hyper right before grocery shopping is not the most sound financial advice.
The main thing is to remember that sometimes you just don't feel great about life for one reason or another. No one can really lay their finger on it, not even yourself. My day today was like that, myself. It started out a bit dull, then it got tiring, then it got somehow wonderfully delicious, and I became as hyper as a chipmunk with an energy drink. I then went shopping for my dinner group meal tomorrow night, and had a dance party all by myself in the car, at the store, and all the way back again.
After returning home I embarrassed all of our roommates by dancing throughout the apartment while putting my groceries away, singing loudly. I am wholly content with my day. I just wish that every day ended like this! It's like something or someone just dumped a huge investment of happiness in me; I guess this means that I should start looking for ways to meet the expectations of my investor(s) and start paying them back.
The moral of the story is simple, though; I only want to warn the reader that becoming hyper right before grocery shopping is not the most sound financial advice.
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