A good question was raised the other day in my Psych class. Why are people the way they are? For me the biggest bullet point under that was, "Why are some people perfectly happy reading a book and being by themselves, while others have to base jump and shoot rockets to be happy?" It's a perplexing question to me. Why is it that some people suck at math? Math is straight up. You get what you get. Sure trig functions and identities can get weird and derivitives can get nuts, but...in all reality once you get it, you get it.
What can't some people draw? I've always wondered. Is it a motor skill defect? Draw what you see. It's right there. Its not that hard. Or...what? I mean yeah...no one is going to draw something completely prefect as if it were printed off the computer. But really, general objects...like...fruit in a still life should be easy. I just don't get it. Sit a bunch of people in a room and tell them to draw a still life and, well, you never know what you'll get. Maybe it's that we don't work that skill enough as a child or work the creative side enough. Who knows?
Why do some guys like red headed daughters of God while others like blonde headed daughters of God? Weird way to put it...but shut up. How else could I say that in a respectful manner?
Anyway. That's it really. I just want to know what makes people tick.
There was an even crazier question posed, "why is there consciousness?" That one kinda blew my mind. Why do we need to be self-aware?
There isn't much else to say. I mean it's a hard subject because, well, there is no real answer I assume. We looked at some pictures of brains, do you know the ones? Like, infrared? (Ohhh...MRI...oops...I'm dumb I just realixed that after typing all this and don't want to erase it all.) Well, the ones that show brain heat? A lot of the brain isn't doing much, at least, there is no heat, which I guess means there is no activity. Why don't we use more of our brain? Oh well, that's neither here nor there.
So. School is going great. I love my classes. I love my schedule. I have plenty of time to work on stuff. I also really like checking out the upcoming freshmen. (It kinda helps me understand why its hard for my professors to cut people. I mean, some people just have so much potential and some just don't and it's hard to tell people that because it goes so much against the grain of today's "you can do anything" attitude. I want everyone to succeed, but some just won't.) They are so cool. Full of ambition. Trying to make sense of what the design professors are trying to say. I try to point them in some direction and it's fun. At the same time I made a lego on a computer rendering program. haha Life is so good. I'm finally learning how to color too. My professor told me and a couple other students today that we were good enough to get a job. That was nice. Hey parentals! Hope life is good.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Nuclear 72-Hour Kit. This is ridiculous. You are warned.
So we were talking about things we should do should there ever be a nuclear attack in happy valley. My roommates (and the unfortunate fiance that got stuck in the situation) and I came up with three things that could survive the nuclear event and, therefore, we could use. Thanks to my precious Mother...who still doesn't have my Mother's Day card...oh boy probably should mail that....embarassing...but thanks to her it has become known as the Nuclear 72-Hour Kit.
1.Twinkies.
I remembered on the Simpsons one time, I think, that a twinkie survived the nuclear reactor. This being said, might I offer one life saving tip? Twinkie house. Who needs bricks and mortar? Secondly, who needs a bomb shelter? Head over to your local grocer or costco and pick yourself up a box......or seventy. You know...enough to make un house. Better yet, go to the supplier and order a whole pallet load, twinkie mansion. I don't want Pop Tarts to feel out of the loop so make sure to supply your twinkie house with a box or two. I know what you are thinking, "Hey pal, I don't want to make a twinkie house. The home owners association would flip their lid!" To you I say, I have alternatives. Line your walls with twinkies. However, this is only effective if you know the bomb is coming and you can prepare. Another alternative, is something I really am excited about. I believe you can buy the batter for twinkies. Get it? Just fill your bath tub with batter. The blast is coming, jump in. Theoretically, not only will you be safe, but the blast will bake the twinkies and then you can eat your way out of the golden goodness. :)
2. Cockroaches
No one likes em but dang it, if they can save your life in an atomic blast you better cover yourself in them! Oh come onnnnn. They are just bugs. Alternative. Cover yourself in twinkies and let the roaches just kinda nibble on them. Not only is that double coverage, but you don't have to touch the icky roaches. Sure you could cover yourself in something else and then get the roaches, but it might not be nuclear proof.<---Thinker
3. Diamonds
They say diamonds are/last forever, let's put that to the ultimate test! Under the most intense pressure, these babies are formed. I'm thinking, diamond box, diamond hinges, diamond lock, three inch thick diamond walls, ---oxygen tank---, diamond all-terrain wheels, with a cockroach powered diamond propeller/engine (that way if you get stuck you can just drive your way out). Also...the diamond shelter will also have its own strong radio signal in case you are lost somewhere.
I've always had a theory that the most amazing thing to have in case of intense lava flows, is a diamond bubble or diamond raft. I had just watched Dante's Peak. Ever seen it? You'd want a diamond raft too with diamond paddles. Poor Grandma. The diamond shelter will have the rutter just to get through lava...for nostaligic purposes.
Complete the ensamble by lining the inside with twinkies for cushioning and caloric needs.
DIAMOND SHELTER FOR THE WIN. You'll be able to look nuclear blasts in the face and say, "Stop it. Just stop it. You aren't scary, you."
1.Twinkies.
I remembered on the Simpsons one time, I think, that a twinkie survived the nuclear reactor. This being said, might I offer one life saving tip? Twinkie house. Who needs bricks and mortar? Secondly, who needs a bomb shelter? Head over to your local grocer or costco and pick yourself up a box......or seventy. You know...enough to make un house. Better yet, go to the supplier and order a whole pallet load, twinkie mansion. I don't want Pop Tarts to feel out of the loop so make sure to supply your twinkie house with a box or two. I know what you are thinking, "Hey pal, I don't want to make a twinkie house. The home owners association would flip their lid!" To you I say, I have alternatives. Line your walls with twinkies. However, this is only effective if you know the bomb is coming and you can prepare. Another alternative, is something I really am excited about. I believe you can buy the batter for twinkies. Get it? Just fill your bath tub with batter. The blast is coming, jump in. Theoretically, not only will you be safe, but the blast will bake the twinkies and then you can eat your way out of the golden goodness. :)
2. Cockroaches
No one likes em but dang it, if they can save your life in an atomic blast you better cover yourself in them! Oh come onnnnn. They are just bugs. Alternative. Cover yourself in twinkies and let the roaches just kinda nibble on them. Not only is that double coverage, but you don't have to touch the icky roaches. Sure you could cover yourself in something else and then get the roaches, but it might not be nuclear proof.<---Thinker
3. Diamonds
They say diamonds are/last forever, let's put that to the ultimate test! Under the most intense pressure, these babies are formed. I'm thinking, diamond box, diamond hinges, diamond lock, three inch thick diamond walls, ---oxygen tank---, diamond all-terrain wheels, with a cockroach powered diamond propeller/engine (that way if you get stuck you can just drive your way out). Also...the diamond shelter will also have its own strong radio signal in case you are lost somewhere.
I've always had a theory that the most amazing thing to have in case of intense lava flows, is a diamond bubble or diamond raft. I had just watched Dante's Peak. Ever seen it? You'd want a diamond raft too with diamond paddles. Poor Grandma. The diamond shelter will have the rutter just to get through lava...for nostaligic purposes.
Complete the ensamble by lining the inside with twinkies for cushioning and caloric needs.
DIAMOND SHELTER FOR THE WIN. You'll be able to look nuclear blasts in the face and say, "Stop it. Just stop it. You aren't scary, you."
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Something like an awakening...
Smelly people around me got me thinking about my own aroma. This is serious business.
So I need a new deodorant. Let me tell you why. It's Old Spice. So that's good. But you know how you have to change your alarm sound because you get use to it and you stop waking up when it goes off? Well......that doesn't exactly corrolate.
But I need a new deodorant. The other day I was at work and I realized that I didn't like my own scent. It was really powerful because it went through my lab coat and my hoody. Maybe I was just perspired cutting fruit at a blistering speed and my deodorant decided it needed to work overtime. That's neither here nor there.<---cliche. The point is that I sniffed and yeah...old spice is the perfect name, because it was just that, spicey. My nose tingled a lil bit.
So I'm going to look for a new scent because I figure, new school year, new scent. <---Logic. I want to walk into class like a fresh breeze...like catnip for ladies......like the scent of a wolf shirt or wolf shirt in scent form... I like Old Spice because it lasts long, but I have no desire to smell spicey.
I want a wolf shirt so bad.
I don't think I'd ever wear it. I just want it...I have a shirt with Mr.T's face on it. It's too dominant. It needs competition. (If you want a good laugh search wolf shirt at amazon and look at the reviews.)
There's too many choices of scents. Axe is for tools<---new favorite word. Degree is for women. Right Guard....?...maybe. Arm and Hammer..hahahaha..let's not play, that's detergent in a spreadable solid.
Have you ever had the gel deodorant? like it comes out of little holes in an aqueous state........what the heck is that about? And when you plop it on, it's ice cold. You have to shimmy it on and , from what I remember wearing it in 6th grade, I had to flap my arms around something like a chicken gargonzola to get it to stop being cold. So stupid. Forget putting it on when you're wearing a shirt because once you touch your shirt with it, you get to live with ice cold gel on your shirt.
^^^^That was a rant about gel deodorant. It was too long. haha^^^^
So I dunno. Well that's that. I have my roommates back. Sorry, that could be confusing. My roommates moved in. So expect more of this. Our apartment is full of it. I'm excited for school to start. I also want to play more basketball. Yes. Yes I do.
So I need a new deodorant. Let me tell you why. It's Old Spice. So that's good. But you know how you have to change your alarm sound because you get use to it and you stop waking up when it goes off? Well......that doesn't exactly corrolate.
But I need a new deodorant. The other day I was at work and I realized that I didn't like my own scent. It was really powerful because it went through my lab coat and my hoody. Maybe I was just perspired cutting fruit at a blistering speed and my deodorant decided it needed to work overtime. That's neither here nor there.<---cliche. The point is that I sniffed and yeah...old spice is the perfect name, because it was just that, spicey. My nose tingled a lil bit.
So I'm going to look for a new scent because I figure, new school year, new scent. <---Logic. I want to walk into class like a fresh breeze...like catnip for ladies......like the scent of a wolf shirt or wolf shirt in scent form... I like Old Spice because it lasts long, but I have no desire to smell spicey.
I want a wolf shirt so bad.
I don't think I'd ever wear it. I just want it...I have a shirt with Mr.T's face on it. It's too dominant. It needs competition. (If you want a good laugh search wolf shirt at amazon and look at the reviews.)
There's too many choices of scents. Axe is for tools<---new favorite word. Degree is for women. Right Guard....?...maybe. Arm and Hammer..hahahaha..let's not play, that's detergent in a spreadable solid.
Have you ever had the gel deodorant? like it comes out of little holes in an aqueous state........what the heck is that about? And when you plop it on, it's ice cold. You have to shimmy it on and , from what I remember wearing it in 6th grade, I had to flap my arms around something like a chicken gargonzola to get it to stop being cold. So stupid. Forget putting it on when you're wearing a shirt because once you touch your shirt with it, you get to live with ice cold gel on your shirt.
^^^^That was a rant about gel deodorant. It was too long. haha^^^^
So I dunno. Well that's that. I have my roommates back. Sorry, that could be confusing. My roommates moved in. So expect more of this. Our apartment is full of it. I'm excited for school to start. I also want to play more basketball. Yes. Yes I do.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Flirting/Not Flirting and Life Update.
The people want my life, so I'll give them my life.
Yeah. So I had this conversation the other day with my brother and a great guy in my ward. He's got an amazing testimony and can bear it. Overall just a stud. Ladies? We were talking in his car after a killer fhe playing kick the can. On the way, this one guy from the ward rode with us. He tried to hook up the great guy with this new girl our ward, which listen...that's whack...don't try to hook a guy up with a girl he doesn't know. I would think he'd rather want to know the person first. That's wonkie. Anyway...{scene}...
The car ride back is nuts. Turns out, this dude started walking home with the girl he tried hooking up...you know what...for our purposes lets call him Rick (great guy, testimony, earlier in the blog)...and the dumber broseph...will be...... Stan. Stan is walking home with the girl he tried to hook Rick up with. So we get to talking. and Rick is like yeah...Stan has got his eyes on Ann (another girl in the ward...not the one he walked home with). So I'm like, "yeah...what up with that?" Because this girl has 5 guys around her and her sister every Sunday. Weeeeeird. I mean they are cool and all, but not 5 guys cool. So I asked Rick, "Yeah man. What's with that?"
--------------He says,"I don't know, but I think all those guys are after them...or have tried."
--------------"Yeah...I don't get that." (Not that these girls are homely, but they ain't no Karen Allen. hahahahaha did that just get said?)
--------------"Me either. But the thing is, is I don't think these girls know how to flirt so guys even know who they're interested in. Then, if a guy goes for it and he's wrong then it's all kinda over ya know?" Rick asks.
So that's that. Girls are stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha...I'm only kidding.......or am I? I am....but only a little. Girls need to know how to flirt. At least...Provo mormon girls need to know how to flirt. You know, seperate a "nice conversation" from "I want you now". ( I don't know about you but I make it pretty clear.) And honestly, I don't know if girls get that crazy about guys anymore. haha...maybe a few...ooookkkk...lets begin. Wait wait...Before I begin, isn't flirting just about letting the guy know without letting him know? I do believe I'm right. So...probably make it clear by actions.
A light touch on the arm goes a long way.
Lean in when the guy you like is speaking.
Also. Girls can muster up this sorta look...that is a dead giveaway. Yeah ladies, you know how it is. Or maybe I'm wrong, but now know that there is a look.
This is kinda effective...not sure how much at this point. But okay. Show up to the guys apartment. If the guy likes you at all, he'll be pumped to have you there. It's worked for a couple of girls I know.
Mostly I think girls are just afraid of informing a dude that she likes him because that means he's out of the friend category. Hmmm...then what is this all about? But here is the thing. I would hope two people can be mature enough to not kill eachother just because someone expresses feelings. Yeah. I said it. It happens a lot. It happened to Rick, we talked about it, and it's happened to me. I would also hope we could all be mature enough as well to put them back into friend categories.
However, some dudes and lady dudes (though rare) are just psychos and don't belong in any category. I've seen that too. Again, if you recall the Hermione post, I just say it how it is. No hiding my feelings here.
Well, other than that. My portfolio is in. Now we wait. A girl from class and I saw the advisor and she said I'd know sometime this coming week. I'm so praying that it works out. I made my portfolio look the best I possibly could and am just trying to not worry about it. I love Provo. If you don't already know and I love BYU. I also Industrial Design. Google Industrial Design Portfolio on image search...or go to coroflot.com. That happens to be my favorite website right now. I don't think anything else is happening. I play basketball last night. Still no luck on dunking, but I played pretty well and had a sweet sweet lay up, in which I got hacked pretty hard in mid air and still threw it up and in. I felt a little like Derrick Rose...or....Bill Paxton.....no no no! Luke Longley haha or Tony Kukoc.
PS. I have some shoes that I order 9 days ago, still not here? Ta-heck is that about? 5-7 business days...psh...
PPS. What's everyone's facination with Josh Groban?
PPPS. I promise this will be the last boy and girl post thing. I need to post more comedy...like...my honey bun that I took home from work...it slid off my cup holder and got fuzzy. Car seat chair fuzz.
PPPPS. Is it post post post post script? Or should it be the post script script script script?
Yeah. So I had this conversation the other day with my brother and a great guy in my ward. He's got an amazing testimony and can bear it. Overall just a stud. Ladies? We were talking in his car after a killer fhe playing kick the can. On the way, this one guy from the ward rode with us. He tried to hook up the great guy with this new girl our ward, which listen...that's whack...don't try to hook a guy up with a girl he doesn't know. I would think he'd rather want to know the person first. That's wonkie. Anyway...{scene}...
The car ride back is nuts. Turns out, this dude started walking home with the girl he tried hooking up...you know what...for our purposes lets call him Rick (great guy, testimony, earlier in the blog)...and the dumber broseph...will be...... Stan. Stan is walking home with the girl he tried to hook Rick up with. So we get to talking. and Rick is like yeah...Stan has got his eyes on Ann (another girl in the ward...not the one he walked home with). So I'm like, "yeah...what up with that?" Because this girl has 5 guys around her and her sister every Sunday. Weeeeeird. I mean they are cool and all, but not 5 guys cool. So I asked Rick, "Yeah man. What's with that?"
--------------He says,"I don't know, but I think all those guys are after them...or have tried."
--------------"Yeah...I don't get that." (Not that these girls are homely, but they ain't no Karen Allen. hahahahaha did that just get said?)
--------------"Me either. But the thing is, is I don't think these girls know how to flirt so guys even know who they're interested in. Then, if a guy goes for it and he's wrong then it's all kinda over ya know?" Rick asks.
So that's that. Girls are stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha...I'm only kidding.......or am I? I am....but only a little. Girls need to know how to flirt. At least...Provo mormon girls need to know how to flirt. You know, seperate a "nice conversation" from "I want you now". ( I don't know about you but I make it pretty clear.) And honestly, I don't know if girls get that crazy about guys anymore. haha...maybe a few...ooookkkk...lets begin. Wait wait...Before I begin, isn't flirting just about letting the guy know without letting him know? I do believe I'm right. So...probably make it clear by actions.
A light touch on the arm goes a long way.
Lean in when the guy you like is speaking.
Also. Girls can muster up this sorta look...that is a dead giveaway. Yeah ladies, you know how it is. Or maybe I'm wrong, but now know that there is a look.
This is kinda effective...not sure how much at this point. But okay. Show up to the guys apartment. If the guy likes you at all, he'll be pumped to have you there. It's worked for a couple of girls I know.
Mostly I think girls are just afraid of informing a dude that she likes him because that means he's out of the friend category. Hmmm...then what is this all about? But here is the thing. I would hope two people can be mature enough to not kill eachother just because someone expresses feelings. Yeah. I said it. It happens a lot. It happened to Rick, we talked about it, and it's happened to me. I would also hope we could all be mature enough as well to put them back into friend categories.
However, some dudes and lady dudes (though rare) are just psychos and don't belong in any category. I've seen that too. Again, if you recall the Hermione post, I just say it how it is. No hiding my feelings here.
Well, other than that. My portfolio is in. Now we wait. A girl from class and I saw the advisor and she said I'd know sometime this coming week. I'm so praying that it works out. I made my portfolio look the best I possibly could and am just trying to not worry about it. I love Provo. If you don't already know and I love BYU. I also Industrial Design. Google Industrial Design Portfolio on image search...or go to coroflot.com. That happens to be my favorite website right now. I don't think anything else is happening. I play basketball last night. Still no luck on dunking, but I played pretty well and had a sweet sweet lay up, in which I got hacked pretty hard in mid air and still threw it up and in. I felt a little like Derrick Rose...or....Bill Paxton.....no no no! Luke Longley haha or Tony Kukoc.
PS. I have some shoes that I order 9 days ago, still not here? Ta-heck is that about? 5-7 business days...psh...
PPS. What's everyone's facination with Josh Groban?
PPPS. I promise this will be the last boy and girl post thing. I need to post more comedy...like...my honey bun that I took home from work...it slid off my cup holder and got fuzzy. Car seat chair fuzz.
PPPPS. Is it post post post post script? Or should it be the post script script script script?
Monday, July 25, 2011
Provo PDA Guide
Short post from a while back.
Hey so guess what...PDA...Public displays of affection=not cool...I'm going to be bluntly honest.
I was visiting with some friends from back home, one a stud in the Air Force dating an amazing girl, the other a stud of life in general, who is married to a great girl.We were chatting it up and we got on the subject of PDA. Just because of awkward things we've had to go through in our day. Let me be frank. PDA is fetching annoying. From three guys whom, I feel, have a good handle on things, it is painfully awkward. Here is a list of things not ok to do in the presence of even one person.
Tickle fights.
The girlfriend voice. (Guys...you know what this is...if not check the youtubes for the SNL skit.)
Kissing.
Making out.
More girlfriend voice.
Pet names.
Loudness in general.
Mushy-ness in general. You know, generally gross private things.
Awkward fights...like...whisper fights...
Laying on one another...which is against the standards of the church anyway.
Let's be honest...it's just bad. How could two people have no sense of awareness...TWO...not just the guy......it's all about that. Like...listen...when no one is around I don't care what you do...really...do whatever you want to do. Just...man oh man...recently it's just been too much. Here are possible things that are ok...
An arm around...
Hand holding...
Normal behavior...
Laughing at jokes...
All ok. Listen...I get that none of this stuff will keep you from getting into heaven, but I felt like this is something that needs to be brought to the forefront.
Hey so guess what...PDA...Public displays of affection=not cool...I'm going to be bluntly honest.
I was visiting with some friends from back home, one a stud in the Air Force dating an amazing girl, the other a stud of life in general, who is married to a great girl.We were chatting it up and we got on the subject of PDA. Just because of awkward things we've had to go through in our day. Let me be frank. PDA is fetching annoying. From three guys whom, I feel, have a good handle on things, it is painfully awkward. Here is a list of things not ok to do in the presence of even one person.
Tickle fights.
The girlfriend voice. (Guys...you know what this is...if not check the youtubes for the SNL skit.)
Kissing.
Making out.
More girlfriend voice.
Pet names.
Loudness in general.
Mushy-ness in general. You know, generally gross private things.
Awkward fights...like...whisper fights...
Laying on one another...which is against the standards of the church anyway.
Let's be honest...it's just bad. How could two people have no sense of awareness...TWO...not just the guy......it's all about that. Like...listen...when no one is around I don't care what you do...really...do whatever you want to do. Just...man oh man...recently it's just been too much. Here are possible things that are ok...
An arm around...
Hand holding...
Normal behavior...
Laughing at jokes...
All ok. Listen...I get that none of this stuff will keep you from getting into heaven, but I felt like this is something that needs to be brought to the forefront.
Drop out of school and run awaaayyyy...
Quit your job you've got a place to stay...pack your bags and hitch a ride. Bremerton is a good place to reside. - MxPx.
I was in an MxPx mood these past couple of days.
When I meet a special girl, she always lives somewhere else in the world. I don't want to call to her on the phone, I want to talk to her when I'm at home. - MxPx
I haven't blogged in a while and that's because I feel like nothing is going on in my life. Really, if I had something I'd surely post it. Here's my day, usually. Get up...drink some wa-wa...hopefully it's cold. I hop on my...well...yeah...I guess so...my bike. I named it Stu. So I hop on my bike and ride to work. Work...ahhh...I feel like I need to write an ode to my job (probably a separate post soon). The beautiful CSC. With it's rugged decor and cold rooms, what a place. It's weird, the people there are starting to feel like family...or... home away from home. I use to just be the guy that showed up for about 2 hours and then booked it every other afternoon. I'm pretty sure only two people knew my name and they weren't in authority at all. Sometimes I would skip a week or two just because of InDes. People thought I quit...how do I know that? Because they'd walk up and say...I thought you quit. I, now-a-days, am an advice guy, the dicer and also find myself working with a bunch of girls............Yeah. I do ok with that. Not that I'm complaining! I'd rather work with a bunch of girls than a bunch of guys. Something about power struggle and competition isn't appealing to me unless I'm on the basketball court.
Summer isn't/wasn't what I was expecting...girl wise... I could blog about girls some more, but what would that really do? I could blog about dates... I could blog about frustration. But meh...not interested in that. Needless to say, it could be better.
I wanted to pick up more hours. So I did, and for a while I enjoyed it. Now. Shoosh. Sometimes its all I can muster to get up and go. Basically, I just can't stand being isolated there. Like...hey man...go do broccoli. "Ohhh fetch" That's what's in my head. I walk over there and know for the next couple of hours I'm by myself. I don't fully know if it's a type of torture yet, but I'm sure there's something to it. Because when you are by yourself and everyone else around you is paired up and doing something and talking and laughing...you are just like...well...I'm not loved. That's the feeling you get. That's no lie. Good thing I'm going to eventually work with a team in design. Shoot.
I love lunch "breaks". It might be the only reason I go to work. It's nice to sit and socialize. We just laugh about anything. Yes. Usually it's the girls that make me laugh. Yeah...I know I know...I'm just as surprised as you are. Haha...kidding ladies...If they read this they'd know that I couldn't just let them win that easy. But it's true.
A simple aside for a moment. I just want to mention the amazing environment of BYU. Anywhere else in the world (Virginia) most girls have mouths. Bad ones. But these girls are some of the best I've ever met. They always talk about wholesome things. I think the dirtiest it's ever gotten was when they a) talked about birth b) talked about someones hips and c) sang a famous song about beans......which I believe was all in the same day...........heh irony...... It truly is the good life. And it's funny.
Part of the reason I haven't blogged is because I'm using most of the material I blog for the purposes of stand-up comedy. And usually I get most of my material from these lunch breaks. I mean...I usually get my material just from ranting about anything when I'm around people, but they usually are the only people I'm around, with the exception of FHE and Church. Maybe it's just me...but it feels like when I talk sometimes its like everyone expects something funny to come out. I hope thats not what it's like when I get into Humor U. Because dang fetch that'd get annoying on-a-counta I'm just a boy, con flab it! (haha thanks Hey Arnold).
And! I'm really white! What the flip is that about? I'm going to lay in the sun all week. Forget that.I'm an italian man. 50% methinks. And my skin can bronze, baby girl. So yEEEaaah.
If you have a brain and use it to, you got to know I have a crush on you. - More MxPx.
I was in an MxPx mood these past couple of days.
When I meet a special girl, she always lives somewhere else in the world. I don't want to call to her on the phone, I want to talk to her when I'm at home. - MxPx
I haven't blogged in a while and that's because I feel like nothing is going on in my life. Really, if I had something I'd surely post it. Here's my day, usually. Get up...drink some wa-wa...hopefully it's cold. I hop on my...well...yeah...I guess so...my bike. I named it Stu. So I hop on my bike and ride to work. Work...ahhh...I feel like I need to write an ode to my job (probably a separate post soon). The beautiful CSC. With it's rugged decor and cold rooms, what a place. It's weird, the people there are starting to feel like family...or... home away from home. I use to just be the guy that showed up for about 2 hours and then booked it every other afternoon. I'm pretty sure only two people knew my name and they weren't in authority at all. Sometimes I would skip a week or two just because of InDes. People thought I quit...how do I know that? Because they'd walk up and say...I thought you quit. I, now-a-days, am an advice guy, the dicer and also find myself working with a bunch of girls............Yeah. I do ok with that. Not that I'm complaining! I'd rather work with a bunch of girls than a bunch of guys. Something about power struggle and competition isn't appealing to me unless I'm on the basketball court.
Summer isn't/wasn't what I was expecting...girl wise... I could blog about girls some more, but what would that really do? I could blog about dates... I could blog about frustration. But meh...not interested in that. Needless to say, it could be better.
I wanted to pick up more hours. So I did, and for a while I enjoyed it. Now. Shoosh. Sometimes its all I can muster to get up and go. Basically, I just can't stand being isolated there. Like...hey man...go do broccoli. "Ohhh fetch" That's what's in my head. I walk over there and know for the next couple of hours I'm by myself. I don't fully know if it's a type of torture yet, but I'm sure there's something to it. Because when you are by yourself and everyone else around you is paired up and doing something and talking and laughing...you are just like...well...I'm not loved. That's the feeling you get. That's no lie. Good thing I'm going to eventually work with a team in design. Shoot.
I love lunch "breaks". It might be the only reason I go to work. It's nice to sit and socialize. We just laugh about anything. Yes. Usually it's the girls that make me laugh. Yeah...I know I know...I'm just as surprised as you are. Haha...kidding ladies...If they read this they'd know that I couldn't just let them win that easy. But it's true.
A simple aside for a moment. I just want to mention the amazing environment of BYU. Anywhere else in the world (Virginia) most girls have mouths. Bad ones. But these girls are some of the best I've ever met. They always talk about wholesome things. I think the dirtiest it's ever gotten was when they a) talked about birth b) talked about someones hips and c) sang a famous song about beans......which I believe was all in the same day...........heh irony...... It truly is the good life. And it's funny.
Part of the reason I haven't blogged is because I'm using most of the material I blog for the purposes of stand-up comedy. And usually I get most of my material from these lunch breaks. I mean...I usually get my material just from ranting about anything when I'm around people, but they usually are the only people I'm around, with the exception of FHE and Church. Maybe it's just me...but it feels like when I talk sometimes its like everyone expects something funny to come out. I hope thats not what it's like when I get into Humor U. Because dang fetch that'd get annoying on-a-counta I'm just a boy, con flab it! (haha thanks Hey Arnold).
And! I'm really white! What the flip is that about? I'm going to lay in the sun all week. Forget that.I'm an italian man. 50% methinks. And my skin can bronze, baby girl. So yEEEaaah.
If you have a brain and use it to, you got to know I have a crush on you. - More MxPx.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I wanna be the guy.
Turns out there is a video game that was made by a guy called I Wanna Be The Guy. This video game takes the hardest parts from some of the most classic games and compiles them into one game, this way, you, could be the guy. You could be the guy that won the game, saved the princess...........got the princess...beat dracula, saved the world, beat up Robotnic...and Knuckles, probably beat Streets of Rage (Mr.X the jig is up!) and beat Battletoads (NOT the full game just the end boss).......(WHICH I have beat it for NES...it's honestly the hardest game of all time. It took an eternity to beat...just play it sometime...you'll see. It's like I dunno, you have to be perfect in like three or four different parts. Eventually, yeah, I was perfect at it. That's not even bragging. Eventually, you play something enough that you memorize the pattern. It's as easy *or hard* as that...it took...a long time...It makes me realize, in an infinitesimally small way, what eternity is going to be like, so I appreciate it more. And that's something.....right?)...I digress...
It's an interesting thought. I want to be the guy. Who doesn't want to be the guy? Who doesn't want the story book ending? Who doesn't want to be the guy that saves the day? Who basically gets what he wants? Like...it's so crazy...you are the guy that is there at the perfect moment everytime.
I have thought about this phrase a little bit, if you can't tell. It's intriguing to me and I love the thought of it, it's pretty inspiring.
It's an interesting thought. I want to be the guy. Who doesn't want to be the guy? Who doesn't want the story book ending? Who doesn't want to be the guy that saves the day? Who basically gets what he wants? Like...it's so crazy...you are the guy that is there at the perfect moment everytime.
I have thought about this phrase a little bit, if you can't tell. It's intriguing to me and I love the thought of it, it's pretty inspiring.
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