wonder ponder conjure

do you ever wonder what will be of yourself a few years down the road, and realize that the road is completely open, so there is not a huge reason to fear about it cause there are no big consequences, assuming i follow the big rules (read your scriptures, fast and pray, go to church and dont be...a... slacker at school). i often think about why i worry so much, in fact i ponder a great deal about things that are not that crucial, and then i get worked up and stressed, so i go and haras my baby sister's stuffed animals while she yells and hits me. i get caught up on things and dont let them go, and conjure up farfetched ideas about how to pursue or exploit or prove or show or destroy or embrace or ask or say or confess or yell or fake or lie about or avoid or stalk or bake or love or tell the things that i ponder about. then i wonder what the purpose of it all is and decide that it is better to eat cake.

*in gregorian chant*

Amen for Cake

what is a man to do when the source of his joy becomes the cause of his agony?

...uhh,

ya, this has nothing to do with the post

i just think this looks cool

shes the singer from

Pomplamoose

a popular youtube band-thing

There is a girl in my class, and I tried to talk to her…ok, she talked to me and then I attempted to make myself NOT look like a fool. That is the story... “man, thats all that happened! You didn’t DO anything?” what, like what, kamina? “get her number!” *blank stare at kamina. “ya, REAL men do stuff like that, they don’t roll to see if they should either.” I hate you kamina

So I ran into julie garbutt today, and then samuele caramia (missionary from NY whom I literally whipped with my belt for sport) came whilst I was talking to julie . then alex johnson came whilst samuele julie and I were talking. THEN, whilst I was in the traffic booth for the museum parking lot, mike and patty stroud came by. All these people that I have not seen in quite some time. Why do I tell you this? Well, see if you can find the significance of it all, and how it all relates. if you do, then tell me, and I will then know the significance also, and we will rejoice in the significance together. BUT FOR HEVENS, SAKE DON’T TELL ANYONE!

does my suffering cause the heavens to laugh?

so there i was, sitting in the cougar eat, eating a burrito and going over notes for a final, just doing what all good byu people do. here comes this girl, and she sits down. i dont look up (cause of this fear of being condemned a creep, which most females love to accuse of any guy who looks in their direction) and continue to eat and pretend to study. she puts down a chinese text book, and opens her notes and sets down an iced cream. *oh balliks,* i think to myself, *shes learning chines...shes either a return missionary or a total nerd...oh balliks* i sat there, looking at my notes, slowly chewing on the tasty beef and potato that i love so very much, as apposed to the other taco bell stuff. *maybe god is throwing me a bone...naaaawwww....* i mentally throw my hands in the air *FINE, I'LL DO IT!* "so why the chines?" *ARE YOU HAPPY?! I SOUND LIKE A TOTLA GEEK!!* "actually, i served a mission, and i want to keep it up," she says, not bratt-ily i might add. so we talk, and i am asking her questions and she is answering them, and i find out that her chines nickname is "happy phenix", "cause the phenix is like, the coolest magical beast there is!" she says, and i say "i know right!" and i think *oh you are so hot right now...* so she is majoring in european studies, and i say how i am an anthropology major, and she served in canada, and i am thinking this is cool. maybe i will just be a man and try to put myself out there. "so my boy friend and i were talking about how canada and america are different..." *(mentally banging head on table repeatedly) ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING MEEEEE!!!!!* "ya i was only there till i was like 13, so i dont remember much."

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"