1.24.2009
such a good night
I know I've already posted two times today. but in my defense they went together. And tonight was so good I can't pass it up. So I went to a movie. But let me back up. So I work at the MTC. And at said MTC there's a branch president I work with, who likes to help the teachers go on dates. So he gave us all two tickets to see a movie. So my friend came down for my birthday, and took me to Fudds. and while we were there he told me about a movie that he just saw, called Slumdog Millionare. He was going off about how amazing it is and stuff like that. So I knew I had to go. But I also needed a date. So I thought about it, and I was like: Hey I know just who to ask. So I did.Of course, me being the pansy I am, I did it through text. There's no need to tell me how lame I am. So we went, and let me tell you "Slumdog Millionare" is intense. And amazing. There was all sorts of craziness. A lot went into that movie. Of course part of the reason I liked it so much is because of who I was with. She didn't even seem to mind that I talk to movies. Although I really tried not to. I promise. Anyway. Now I'm just getting ready for my lesson tomorrow. And for bed. Ward council comes awful early.
Wish number three
I've thought of wish number 3.
3) I wish I could grow out my chops and my hair. I'm tired of having pretty much the same haircut my entire life. I wouldn't just wear it one way. I want to be able to switch it up to whatever way I want for that day. Make it short somedays, long and crazy sometimes like Justin Pierre. And to be able to change my chops. I like having more hair than less on my head (and my sideburns) but I can't because of where I go to school, and bigger, where I work. So to be able to wear it however outside of work, and then change it right before I come in would be amazing. So that's wish number three.
as you can see, my wishes are not normal ones, but everything else in life is good, and these things would just make it even better.
3) I wish I could grow out my chops and my hair. I'm tired of having pretty much the same haircut my entire life. I wouldn't just wear it one way. I want to be able to switch it up to whatever way I want for that day. Make it short somedays, long and crazy sometimes like Justin Pierre. And to be able to change my chops. I like having more hair than less on my head (and my sideburns) but I can't because of where I go to school, and bigger, where I work. So to be able to wear it however outside of work, and then change it right before I come in would be amazing. So that's wish number three.
as you can see, my wishes are not normal ones, but everything else in life is good, and these things would just make it even better.
Soundtrack to a life
So I'm at work right now. On my laptop. I don't know if it's allowed, but I'm not actually working, or clocked in. I'm in my study time inbetween my saturday shifts. Saturdays are weird work days. But I digress. So I'm sitting here at work, just thinking. I've made a lot of progress on my lesson for priesthood, but i can't really think about it right now, so I'm letting it sit. It's on Pres. Monson's talk: Finding Joy in the Journey. I should get extra credit in Living Prophets for teaching this...So as I'm sitting here, wondering how rebellous I really am and thinking, I had a realization. It's one that I've had before, but I've decided on some wishes that I would have (given that I can't wish for more wishes or anything):
1) I wish I could read people's minds. Obviously not all the time, but there have been so many times in my life when I'm people watching (because that's one of my favorite things to do) and I see someone, perhaps and old man staring out the window as his son is driving him down the highway. Maybe it's a girl standing alone in a group, waiting for class to start, eyes glazed over, looking at the floor. Maybe it's an urgent new mother, bouncing her baby as she scans the crowds of students who bustle by. Everyone in their own littler world. Their own thoughts, dreams, problems, crushes, everything. I want to be able to go into those worlds they have and understand them. I wouldn't use my powers for evil, just to learn, maybe even to help people. I just need to satiate my curiousity.
2) I wish that I had a soundtrack playing. I almost always have my ipod, or a cd player, or itunes or something, listening. and I change the song constantly to fit my mood. Sometimes however, I can't think of a song, or I don't have a way to listen to it when I need it most. The idea way would be that it's always playing in my head, and when I need it too I could project it out for other people to hear. Then I could always have something to go with how I feel, and with the affect that music has on my, it could even change my mood to a better one. That would be an amazing thing to have. and it would help me to reach my goal of speaking only using lines and references to songs and movies. That would be amazing, but not a wish.
3) So I can't really think of a third wish I would have right now. I wrote one, but it was more of on the spot and not one that I've actually thought about a lot. Maybe I'll add one later. But I'm going to call this good for the time being.
In other news, yesterday was my birthday. And thank you to everyone who helped make it such an awesome day. From my missioanries at the MTC, to all the posts on my wall, and texts on my phone, to the spooning from a certain someone who will remain anonymous, to my entire ward singing to me, To the Jacksons and the most awesome shirt ever (i'll probably just hang it on my wall guys...), and to the punk who took me to Fuddruckers and ride in his mom's crazy nice car. Two super big thanks go out to 1) my family (thanks momma, dad, matt and ben for making it such a good year. the presents are amazing, but not near amazing as all of you. I love you all so much) and 2) Lissa and Kendra for not letting me go to bed at 10, for showing me such a super funny movie, and for making sure that I got a candle on my birthday (in a cookie!). I'm 22 now, and that's a good year to make things be awesome.
I should probably go now. I don't want my missionaries to know that I have a laptop, and they'll be back from gym soon. We're going to practice asking questions!
1) I wish I could read people's minds. Obviously not all the time, but there have been so many times in my life when I'm people watching (because that's one of my favorite things to do) and I see someone, perhaps and old man staring out the window as his son is driving him down the highway. Maybe it's a girl standing alone in a group, waiting for class to start, eyes glazed over, looking at the floor. Maybe it's an urgent new mother, bouncing her baby as she scans the crowds of students who bustle by. Everyone in their own littler world. Their own thoughts, dreams, problems, crushes, everything. I want to be able to go into those worlds they have and understand them. I wouldn't use my powers for evil, just to learn, maybe even to help people. I just need to satiate my curiousity.
2) I wish that I had a soundtrack playing. I almost always have my ipod, or a cd player, or itunes or something, listening. and I change the song constantly to fit my mood. Sometimes however, I can't think of a song, or I don't have a way to listen to it when I need it most. The idea way would be that it's always playing in my head, and when I need it too I could project it out for other people to hear. Then I could always have something to go with how I feel, and with the affect that music has on my, it could even change my mood to a better one. That would be an amazing thing to have. and it would help me to reach my goal of speaking only using lines and references to songs and movies. That would be amazing, but not a wish.
3) So I can't really think of a third wish I would have right now. I wrote one, but it was more of on the spot and not one that I've actually thought about a lot. Maybe I'll add one later. But I'm going to call this good for the time being.
In other news, yesterday was my birthday. And thank you to everyone who helped make it such an awesome day. From my missioanries at the MTC, to all the posts on my wall, and texts on my phone, to the spooning from a certain someone who will remain anonymous, to my entire ward singing to me, To the Jacksons and the most awesome shirt ever (i'll probably just hang it on my wall guys...), and to the punk who took me to Fuddruckers and ride in his mom's crazy nice car. Two super big thanks go out to 1) my family (thanks momma, dad, matt and ben for making it such a good year. the presents are amazing, but not near amazing as all of you. I love you all so much) and 2) Lissa and Kendra for not letting me go to bed at 10, for showing me such a super funny movie, and for making sure that I got a candle on my birthday (in a cookie!). I'm 22 now, and that's a good year to make things be awesome.
I should probably go now. I don't want my missionaries to know that I have a laptop, and they'll be back from gym soon. We're going to practice asking questions!
1.18.2009
So I'm updating again. Cause that's how we roll. Another week of school has gone by, and the classes that I'm in are set in stone. I'm excited. Things are looking good. My psych class is way cool. As are my religion classes. I have to say the class I'm most looking forward to is my Writings of Isaiah class, but that's just how much of a religion nerd I am. My History of Jazz class is pretty sweet also. I really like writing letters to people so here's another one to the wonderful people at University Parking Enforcement or whatever:
Dear Parking Enforcement people:
What the heck? leave me alone. It seems like no matter where I go or what I do you're always harassing me. First it's when I park my brother's car at my complex. I live there, which is just ridiculous. And I could maybe understand if there were parking issues and people had to park in the streets and stuff. But guess what? the lot I was in had maybe three other cars in it.However, that one incident is understandable.
Then comes the second time. On my own car. Thanksgiving weekend. I would have gotten a pass if the office had been open, but guess what? All the people were off showing love and caring for other human beings, so I couldn't get a pass. You guys and your facist rules sure weren't on my list of thankfuls this year. And the worst part of it all? When you came to take the boot off my car, I had a pass in my window. And I still had to pay, your employees aren't very christian at all.
Speaking of facism, what is the deal with stopping by so close to the cut off? Yes I know the rule is midnight, but sometimes movies just need to be finished, or a kiss goes a little longer than planned. Or maybe someone is stuck in their friends bathroom with the worst diahreea they've ever had in their entire life. Maybe if you waited until like 1230 before you started taping yellow papers to windows, people wouldn't hate you so much. Watching you screech around the corner as I'm pulling out of the lot at 1212 on a SATURDAY NIGHT is just ridiculous. Weekdays: semi-understandable. Weekends: Lame sauce.
My last and most recent run in with your heartless and decieving product was just yesterday. I live in an apartment complex called "the Elms" which, unlike my previous place of residence, has a serious parking issue, there just isn't the space for all the cars owned by residents. finding an actual parking spot is a rare treasure, and makes driving places a high risk venture. So imagine my joy when I pulled up late at night to see a spot open, just for me. So i quickly pulled in, and carefully scuttled across the ice/snow covered parking lot to the warmth of my apartment. Imagine my shock and horror when I come out the next day to see your cursed yellow paper stuck to my window.
My first thought when I see the paper is: my parking pass must have fallen down. Nope it's there. Why then? Quickly I look at the paper: RED ZONE. What is it talking about? there are even concrete parking dividers in front of my car. how am I supposed to know that it's a red zone? You can't even see it through all the snow. So I call them to tell them I need it taken off. The guy says "wait in your car we'll be ther in 10 minutes" 24 minutes later they come, and it rejects my card, which I know has money on it because I just got paid. So I have to use my emergency card.
So in conclusion, I know that your employees are just doing their job. And I know that they aren't a very popular people. And I'm grateful and glad that they enforce the rules and help keep parking spaces safe, but really? a red zone covered in snow? thanksgiving weekend? 50 dollars? have a heart. I'll even give it a permanent sticker.
Dear Parking Enforcement people:
What the heck? leave me alone. It seems like no matter where I go or what I do you're always harassing me. First it's when I park my brother's car at my complex. I live there, which is just ridiculous. And I could maybe understand if there were parking issues and people had to park in the streets and stuff. But guess what? the lot I was in had maybe three other cars in it.However, that one incident is understandable.
Then comes the second time. On my own car. Thanksgiving weekend. I would have gotten a pass if the office had been open, but guess what? All the people were off showing love and caring for other human beings, so I couldn't get a pass. You guys and your facist rules sure weren't on my list of thankfuls this year. And the worst part of it all? When you came to take the boot off my car, I had a pass in my window. And I still had to pay, your employees aren't very christian at all.
Speaking of facism, what is the deal with stopping by so close to the cut off? Yes I know the rule is midnight, but sometimes movies just need to be finished, or a kiss goes a little longer than planned. Or maybe someone is stuck in their friends bathroom with the worst diahreea they've ever had in their entire life. Maybe if you waited until like 1230 before you started taping yellow papers to windows, people wouldn't hate you so much. Watching you screech around the corner as I'm pulling out of the lot at 1212 on a SATURDAY NIGHT is just ridiculous. Weekdays: semi-understandable. Weekends: Lame sauce.
My last and most recent run in with your heartless and decieving product was just yesterday. I live in an apartment complex called "the Elms" which, unlike my previous place of residence, has a serious parking issue, there just isn't the space for all the cars owned by residents. finding an actual parking spot is a rare treasure, and makes driving places a high risk venture. So imagine my joy when I pulled up late at night to see a spot open, just for me. So i quickly pulled in, and carefully scuttled across the ice/snow covered parking lot to the warmth of my apartment. Imagine my shock and horror when I come out the next day to see your cursed yellow paper stuck to my window.
My first thought when I see the paper is: my parking pass must have fallen down. Nope it's there. Why then? Quickly I look at the paper: RED ZONE. What is it talking about? there are even concrete parking dividers in front of my car. how am I supposed to know that it's a red zone? You can't even see it through all the snow. So I call them to tell them I need it taken off. The guy says "wait in your car we'll be ther in 10 minutes" 24 minutes later they come, and it rejects my card, which I know has money on it because I just got paid. So I have to use my emergency card.
So in conclusion, I know that your employees are just doing their job. And I know that they aren't a very popular people. And I'm grateful and glad that they enforce the rules and help keep parking spaces safe, but really? a red zone covered in snow? thanksgiving weekend? 50 dollars? have a heart. I'll even give it a permanent sticker.
1.16.2009
PETA
so I've got a really good friend who gave up meat for a week. Not for any personal beliefs or anything, just because his football team won on sunday and he said he would if they did. Since it's not for any major reasons, i've been giving him a hard time about it. and through it i've learned quite a bit about the animals rights activists and some of the issues that they have. I'm fine with the idea people have of giving animals rights and standing for those that can't defend themselves, but according to this site (as well as a bunch of others) people take it too far. now it's one thing to throw paint on someone (which i just think is dumb). it's another entirely to blow up someone's property, send dangerous items through the mail, and destory their cars. People's rights come before those of animals. so i've decided to write them a letter
Dear PETA, ELF, ALF and other animals rights organizations:
I'm writing this letter today for a few reasons. My first reason is to say: way for sticking up for the little guy. Those little cute animals have such a hard time standing up for themselves and I'm so happy that you've find a purpose in your life. And supporting the red paint industry. That being said, I would like to ask you why you're so hypocritical. I mean, I'm all for animals, I even get the peta2 newsletter in my email and check your stuff out all the stuff it has. I do eat meat, but I try to, you know, keep it on the lower levels, and believe very strongly in treating animals as nicely as possible while they're alive. I can see where you're coming from. But violence towards other humans? That's not cool. There's no reason to perform, support, or condone aggressive actions towards another living being. Animals may have feelings, and may have certain qualities, but you can't demand that they recieve "humane" treatment when you don't afford the same level of treatment to "humans."
You like animals. You love animals. Some of you probably wish that you were animals. So let's pretend right now that we're all animals. We live in the happy animal kingdom. Rocking the Jungle like Ben Folds and the suburbs. In this utopial forest we'll make us be humans, since we know that lions are the kings of the kazbah. One day you find out that Simba eats antalopes. Now you're all about antelopes having rights (and aren't a big fan of the whole cirlce business the pride is always singing about). So rather than just suggesting and encouraing more bug and grass consumption, you go and blow up pride rock. throw stuff at Nala and the cubs where they're out at a hunting lesson. I mean come on. Disney wouldn't buy that movie at all man.
I'm not saying you guys are wrong in your beliefs and by all means, keep sending me your emails, I love watching The Roost: Superhero Chicken to the Rescue, and can't wait for the next chapter. But even this shows that if the animals really wanted to, they can just take care of themselves. Still not convinced? How about now?You don't need to resort to terrorist acts. Please treat humans with the same level of respect and love that you want them to treat animals with. It's just how it should be.
Thanks.
-ChAndrew
ps. speaking of fighting back, this is absolutely AMAZING
Dear PETA, ELF, ALF and other animals rights organizations:
I'm writing this letter today for a few reasons. My first reason is to say: way for sticking up for the little guy. Those little cute animals have such a hard time standing up for themselves and I'm so happy that you've find a purpose in your life. And supporting the red paint industry. That being said, I would like to ask you why you're so hypocritical. I mean, I'm all for animals, I even get the peta2 newsletter in my email and check your stuff out all the stuff it has. I do eat meat, but I try to, you know, keep it on the lower levels, and believe very strongly in treating animals as nicely as possible while they're alive. I can see where you're coming from. But violence towards other humans? That's not cool. There's no reason to perform, support, or condone aggressive actions towards another living being. Animals may have feelings, and may have certain qualities, but you can't demand that they recieve "humane" treatment when you don't afford the same level of treatment to "humans."
You like animals. You love animals. Some of you probably wish that you were animals. So let's pretend right now that we're all animals. We live in the happy animal kingdom. Rocking the Jungle like Ben Folds and the suburbs. In this utopial forest we'll make us be humans, since we know that lions are the kings of the kazbah. One day you find out that Simba eats antalopes. Now you're all about antelopes having rights (and aren't a big fan of the whole cirlce business the pride is always singing about). So rather than just suggesting and encouraing more bug and grass consumption, you go and blow up pride rock. throw stuff at Nala and the cubs where they're out at a hunting lesson. I mean come on. Disney wouldn't buy that movie at all man.
I'm not saying you guys are wrong in your beliefs and by all means, keep sending me your emails, I love watching The Roost: Superhero Chicken to the Rescue, and can't wait for the next chapter. But even this shows that if the animals really wanted to, they can just take care of themselves. Still not convinced? How about now?You don't need to resort to terrorist acts. Please treat humans with the same level of respect and love that you want them to treat animals with. It's just how it should be.
Thanks.
-ChAndrew
ps. speaking of fighting back, this is absolutely AMAZING
1.11.2009
random update (i know i'm overdue)
So not very many people read this, which is probably good because i never actually seem to post things here. I should probably just get good at just getting on and writing things really fast. Like right now. Anyway, the past few months have been a journey from one area of study to another, never really sure what to do. I say this because I finally think I know what I want to do: Finish college. So, with that in mind I'm returning to my Psychology major. I mean, I'm far into to it, I might as well just finish it, hope for the MTC teacher job, and then figure out what to do if that doesn't work out. Genius idea. I'm finally moved into my new apartment (sort of, I got all the stuff out of my old apartment, and just need to move it from the car to my new place. And then find homes for it. Not bad at all. My new roommates are pretty dang sweet. My job is going amazing, the missionaries and freaking sweet, and everything is going well. I'll probably even start dating some (much to the joy of my mother I'm sure). Nothing to complain about. the one weirdness is that I have a 2 hour break in my work times saturday night, if i had a girlfriend i could easily fill it with seeing her, but i don't. So I study instead.
Random points of the moment: Panic's new album has a very beatles-y sound to it, which i REALLY like
the angry whopper at burger king is amazing. this week i'm going to try the steakhouse, because i hear it's quality also.
wish of the night: i wish i could draw, because then i could start a webcomic. i think it'd be fun
Random points of the moment: Panic's new album has a very beatles-y sound to it, which i REALLY like
the angry whopper at burger king is amazing. this week i'm going to try the steakhouse, because i hear it's quality also.
wish of the night: i wish i could draw, because then i could start a webcomic. i think it'd be fun
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