So I was in Book of Mormon class. We were starting the book of Jacob. For those of you who don't know that particular section of the Book of Mormon is when Nephi is about to die. The small plates are about to passed down to Jacob the brother of Nephi. The Nephites were starting to fall into some gross wickedness, mainly breaking the sacred law of chastity. For those of you who might be confused with this statement, the law of chastity is not specifically mentioned as the "law of chastity" in scripture, but we title the Lord saying "thou shalt not commit adultery" as that, a law. The law is that there should be no sexual relations outside the bonds of marriage between a man and woman. No adultery.
But why the law of chastity? We know that our body makes us like God, our spirit makes us like God, and the other thing that makes us like God is our power to procreate. Therefore it is sacred, much like our body and spirit. Why did it take Jacob thirty verses to finally get around to talking about it? Because it is sacred.
Why the law of chastity? Fidelity has no meaning. Abortion is everywhere. Children born to drug addicted mothers etc. Why the law of chastity? The Proclamation to the Family states that children have the RIGHT to be brought up in a loving and nuturing family with a mother and father.
In the class a student said that procreation is like a fire. When harnessed is life giving, even essential. When not safe guarded can be a destroying force.
I bring this up because I feel the Lord is unhappy with the world. Trust is ruined, feelings deeply hurt. Mosiah 4:29 I will not list all the ways whereby ye may commit sin.
Jacob says there is a way over it, "for ye may, if your minds are firm, forever". I have a firm testimony that Jesus Christ has atoned for the sins of the world. I know that independent of everything and everyone. Wounds can be healed. The words are, and it came to pass...not and it came to stay. Trust in him.
It's our job to be spiritually sensitive to those pictures, images, attire etc. that are wrong and do all we can to block those things and keep our spiritual sensitivity. There is a lot out there that isn't blatent pornagraphy, but does weeken us slightly. And its by these slow degrees, that bigger things are let in. I'm paraphrasing Elder Russell M. Ballard from my notes taken from our stake conference this past weekend. He spoke truth.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Quote-Unquote Stupid Guys.
I heard someone talk about this the other night. This girl said, “Why are guys dumb?”
My response was simple. They aren't, you talk to the wrong guys. Talk to different ones. It’s about the guy being man enough to live the standards of the Church. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to talk about feelings. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to commit. It’s about guys who aren’t about loud laughter, who seek after knowledge and ask questions. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to do what you want to do, girly or not.
My response was simple. They aren't, you talk to the wrong guys. Talk to different ones. It’s about the guy being man enough to live the standards of the Church. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to talk about feelings. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to commit. It’s about guys who aren’t about loud laughter, who seek after knowledge and ask questions. It’s about guys who aren’t afraid to do what you want to do, girly or not.
I could point them out all day long, but it’s funny, when I do, they are the first ones to “try” to turn things around. Time and time again, it doesn’t happen. Honestly though ladies, we know what we need to be doing. I’ll add a few last remarks. Watch out for the guy that stands to close, who is a little touchy feely and who talks about things with no meaning or substance. (Just noticed that one recently.)
The most deep brother you’ll find isn’t playing football, though he could be, he’ll be soaked in homework figuring out a math problem. The one that’ll rub your feet at the end of a hard day’s work is found with glasses on in the front row of astrophysics class, or the lead accountant/financial advisor intern for H&R Block.
Life update.
Aside from all that, I'm a Temple worker now and I love it. It's been a great calling and I hope it blesses my family. School is great. I have a great schedule that's not too tough and I'm getting great grades! Money is a little tight, but I'm making it through. I don't know how, but I am. I've met some great people from the new ward. Everything is looking good. Not only that, Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming and that's just cool. Its getting cold in out here, but I like it. In a few weeks it's going to be freezing. Therefore I'm enjoying what little bit of fall there is. I missed hiking Timp again. Lame. We were going to go with some way cool girls from the ward, but the mountain got blasted with snow. Dang. I want that mountain. Anyway, that's my life to this point. I'm still alive in assasin...so you know...watch yourself FHE group.
One last thing....what up with girls not holding doors for guys? Holy geez...give love to get love...
One last thing....what up with girls not holding doors for guys? Holy geez...give love to get love...
Friday, September 23, 2011
Yeah...bluffs...
Why is BYU built on a huge hill? Maybe I wouldn't feel so lazy then. Like I know we Mormon's get thrilled on building stuff on top of hills/mountains, but please stop...or install those sick like flat escalator things like at airports. If you jog on those things you are cruising like 25 mph. That's a fact.
Or at least make bus passes a little more available. Don't get me wrong I like my legs being cut (muscularly), but c'mon, enough is enough is enough. I mean...900 is the weakest road of all time. Oh.........uh huh......you have a car? Where are you going to park? Try parking somewhere at 8 in the morning in Provo. Not possible. The only student parking lots are south of the giant hill and the other one is north of a giant hill that BYU cut out themselves. hahaha. We sure do love gradients here, huh?
I bet you were thinking, "Well, friend, live on campus." Hahaha...that's cute...really...really it is that. Oh BYU? sorry...only freshmen get that luxury. Yeah...go live down the hill for staying here for more than one year.
I kid....I'm kidding about being mad...Im not kidding about the rest of it. Those are facts.
I love this school. Just the other morning I didn't wanna go to work, but the thought of losing all four............ty (haha) dollars that I make a week, forced me to my feet, which peddled my bike, which perspired me, which brought me to the frozen tundra of the CSC........it's not frozen...it's only cold. But its all good, because days like today make it ok.
Basically, what this is about is when I complain I can continue to make stuff up to complain about. Most of the time I just laugh about it all.
Anywho, this post was written late at night when I was extremely tired. Why is BYU built on a hill (a bluff)? haha get it?
Haha This is the place....you mean that flat by the stinky lake?
Or at least make bus passes a little more available. Don't get me wrong I like my legs being cut (muscularly), but c'mon, enough is enough is enough. I mean...900 is the weakest road of all time. Oh.........uh huh......you have a car? Where are you going to park? Try parking somewhere at 8 in the morning in Provo. Not possible. The only student parking lots are south of the giant hill and the other one is north of a giant hill that BYU cut out themselves. hahaha. We sure do love gradients here, huh?
I bet you were thinking, "Well, friend, live on campus." Hahaha...that's cute...really...really it is that. Oh BYU? sorry...only freshmen get that luxury. Yeah...go live down the hill for staying here for more than one year.
I kid....I'm kidding about being mad...Im not kidding about the rest of it. Those are facts.
I love this school. Just the other morning I didn't wanna go to work, but the thought of losing all four............ty (haha) dollars that I make a week, forced me to my feet, which peddled my bike, which perspired me, which brought me to the frozen tundra of the CSC........it's not frozen...it's only cold. But its all good, because days like today make it ok.
Basically, what this is about is when I complain I can continue to make stuff up to complain about. Most of the time I just laugh about it all.
Anywho, this post was written late at night when I was extremely tired. Why is BYU built on a hill (a bluff)? haha get it?
Haha This is the place....you mean that flat by the stinky lake?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
People....the Peeoplllllle.
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.
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, 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?
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