a quote from Dr. David P. Crandall

"faces in the crowd become recognizable only after we come to know something about the people behind the faces--their lives, their preferences, and their habits. strangely, not only do their faces vary according to physical appearance, but once their characters and personalities are known, their very countenances seem to change"

pants are an illusion, and so is death

there was a woman who told me to stop wearing shorts and where pants, that it is too cold. "No," i proclaimed, "you are wrong, for i AM wearing pants, i am wearing Short Pants." the ducked woman left, humiliated and defeated, and no one questioned the man again. for he was one who was made of legend, at least for the time being.

there is a girl, she sits afar, across the room and i took an interest to know her name. then the teacher called on her and then i knew that i must say hi. then i held the door open for her, then i knew that i MUST say hi. that was two weeks ago. know i have a sound and firm desire to say hi and what happens? we are put into the same group in class. the teacher counted off, 1, 2, 3, she was 4! i must be number four! and i was. "the heavens are kind to me this day" i remarked. then i had trouble fitting in the stupid desk-chair. "its ok," i thought, "many see you clumsiness and suffering as humorous and may break this ice that has formed between us"...

i did not talk to her. *sigh

on accident i found out where she works. one day i was walking and i saw her working in the crafts and floral place in the wilk. but would it be creepy of me to go? i could make up a story, ya a story, a fake one too! i would go in and pretend to be looking for flowers for my girlfriend, "oh you work here? what a surprise! ya i was just looking around ha ha ha!"and then, run. nah, that would never work...if only i were a Jedi.

TEST results

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test results

matt found my blogg spot! or at least you did something about finding it. the test is to see who looks at my face book. and i do not think that i deserve a blogspot, i.. i...i need a women! ya i knew you would not believe me.

so i was walking to the MARB at byu, listening to death cab for cutie, and a guy stopped and asked me what i was listening to. i told him marching bands in manhattan, and he wrote it down, and told me he was with some byu thing about songs. he took my name and got a picture. why do i write this? figure it out, the irony is amazing.

i need a phone, it would make things easier. i was going to meet a friend today, but onething led to another and no go. and, i need to call a buddy and his phone is a california number and so of course for some reason it is not working on the byu "curtsy" phones. ya, curtsy phones, cause the phones are about as useful as a curtsy.

i am going to a mission reunion today. too bad i was not able to make some dramatic change in my physical appearance for this, like loose weight. hahah. ha. or bleach my hair platinum.

wow, you read these things? i need to be creative like my friends. but how...i need yoda

good day, second blog

here is the second blogg that i have put out, and maybe there will be more. i ran into julie gabutt, a friend, in the library. she was of to go visit with someone over ice cream. even she said something about how i need to date. cant you people leave me along!? nah, i be kidding. i aced a quiz today. then i had classes, and now i am here. wow this blogger thing is really borring.