So... I've been listening to the radio a lot recently, due to the deliverizing I do. Therefore, I would like to say this.
Firstly, I don't care if I can't read your poker face. I don't play poker. What good would it do me to read it? Secondly, the only way I could ever wake up in Vegas is if I was drugged, kidnapped and dragged there. Why in the world should I care what I get for waking up there? Thirdly, there's not a soul mate for everyone. Stop complaining. Fourthly, you must have one obsessive creeper, Kelsey. Run. Run fast. Anyone who's willing to "swim the ocean for you..." is a little too creeper for me. Fifthly, that annoying singer who I've never heard of before... why should I care if you made it through the night? Lastly, I want to be the last one there. Shut up.
My presets are my sister's choices. They're all either country, or the following two stations... mix 107.9 and "my" 99.5. I'm fairly certain that mix... literally means that they have a mix of songs that they play... over and over and over again. In the same order. And the person whose 99.5 it is, please choose better music.
You know... maybe I should've put this on Jeff's communist music site......
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Clark Planetarium, 17 Again, and Wicked.
In the past two days, I have been to all of the above. I went to the Planetarium... 5 minutes before it closed... FAIL. So... I wandered over to Barnes and Noble, and read Dr. Seuss there. Fun times!! I then saw 17 Again. It was VERY similar to Big, but... backwards. Interesting film. I half suggest that you see it. It was quite a bit better than I expected given the whole... Zac Efron thing. I kinda liked it actually.
Today, I had the wonderful experience of trying to change the printer at work. MAN ALIVE. That simple change causes all sorts of havoc at work. We basically stopped working for an hour. All because the STUPID NETWORK was run by people not at our store. I hate being the person in charge of computers at home and at work. Because... as much as I may half-understand what to do, at least 99% of how I fix computers and related stuff is guesswork.
Course, the bad memory of that stupid printer was quickly removed by going to Chuckarama (which was not as bad as I remember it...) and then to see Wicked. It was an excellent production, though a slightly larger cast would have been nice. At parts, they were supposed to look like a mob, and looked like a couple of hooligans. There weren't quite enough to make it look convincing all the time. But... I loved the singing. It was excellently done.
Nappy TIME!!! good night y'all!
Today, I had the wonderful experience of trying to change the printer at work. MAN ALIVE. That simple change causes all sorts of havoc at work. We basically stopped working for an hour. All because the STUPID NETWORK was run by people not at our store. I hate being the person in charge of computers at home and at work. Because... as much as I may half-understand what to do, at least 99% of how I fix computers and related stuff is guesswork.
Course, the bad memory of that stupid printer was quickly removed by going to Chuckarama (which was not as bad as I remember it...) and then to see Wicked. It was an excellent production, though a slightly larger cast would have been nice. At parts, they were supposed to look like a mob, and looked like a couple of hooligans. There weren't quite enough to make it look convincing all the time. But... I loved the singing. It was excellently done.
Nappy TIME!!! good night y'all!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
New Name, New Picture.
I decided to change the name of my blog to something some of you may be familiar with. Anteurasicamericaustralia. AKA THE ISLAND. See the picture at the top. It's spelled THE ISLAND, but pronounched Anteurasicamericaustralia.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I'm Done
All of you Salt Lake City people. Attention. I'm done with finals. I'm coming back to SLC tomorrow morning with my momma. Give me a call... I haven't hung out with any of y'all forever. I want to. I'm stoked to come back to SLC. That is all.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A public service announcement
Some of you may have noticed, via facebook, that I am "in a relationship." Some of you may be rather angry with me. Some of you may be hurt. Some of you may be happy. Some of you may be excited. In any case, I know for a fact that I've made at least one person who reads this rather upset with me. This post is for all of you that feel that way. I'm sorry that I haven't informed you more of what is going on in my life, and I'm sorry if I've hurt you. But, If I lived my life always making sure that I never hurt anyone, I don't think I'd ever do anything. In some cases, just by living, I would hurt some people. But, I know that hurtful things happen to everyone. I also know that you should realize that they don't reflect on you. I ask forgiveness of anyone I've hurt by any miscommunication, by any lack of communication, or by simply living my life. I try my best to forgive people as quickly as I can for anything they do to me, and I ask that favor in return.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Extremely stressful day...
so... due to my own foolishness, my illness, and some general bad luck... with a little good luck thrown in, I've just passed through one of the most stressful 24 hour periods of my life. I'm still a little stressed, but it's not nearly as bad. Let me set the scene for you. 11:50 A.M. Monday. I woke up at 7 A.M. wrote an essay in the 3 hours before class. I've just gotten out of my last music 101 class ever. I realize... I haven't started writing that physics report that Kevin asked me to write! so... I walk up to my room, start typing, intending to get a quick lunch at around 12:40 before class starts. I stop writing, realizing that it's now 12:51 P.M. and I bolt off to class. I'm kinda worried that I've missed another quiz question in physics, and so I pull out my iClicker before walking into the building, to test its range. Apparently its not that far. So I keep walking. I walk up the back stairs of the ESC on my way to my class, and try again. The remote accepts the BA frequency that I set it to, so I answer A, then walk into class. Kevin gives me a thumbs up, and I read the quiz question. I apparently answered it correctly. I walk to the nearest seat, sit down and listen to people present their Physics projects. Thankfully, the professor informs us that the projects aren't due till midnight. But I realize... I've got ANOTHER humanities essay due at the same time!
So I walk down the stairs, take a couple of pictures with the physics class... apparently some people REALLY liked the class and wanted a picture... and go over to the SWKT to print off the homeworks for Monday and Tuesday with Kevin. I realize that I told my friend Kyle that I'd go to the library LRC to watch fantasia with him for our concert reports, and go down to the UPL to do my Physics homework. It takes us till 5 to do both of the assignments... which we don't quite do properly, but I'm really hungry now, and kevin's got to get to class, so I just finish the problem, and turn it in. I later find out that I did at least one of the problems wrong... so much for winning that hologram... bummer... I go home, get some food from the vending machines to stave off my hunger till dinner, then go to my room, where I find that Fantasia is on Google Video. sweet. I don't need to go to the LRC. I start thinking about what I should write my Humanities paper on...
It's now 6 P.M. I go to dinner, eat a bunch of food, and realize, for the 5th time, that lent is over. I go get some ice cream, and enjoy it to an obscene degree. It's now 7. I realize that my FHE, that I'm the dad for, has started. It's croquet. I'm not about to miss that, but I don't want to stop eating the delicious ice cream, so I chat and eat ice cream till 7:30, when I go to FHE, and start watching a game of croquet. I later take the place of one of the people who is sick and tired of losing, and promptly almost win. I was the last person to die, but in killing me, the Poison person bounced through a hoop.
It's now 9 P.M. I go to my room, realizing that I still haven't decided what to write about, so I ask facebook. When I say the names of the books I'd write about, I get Machiavelli, unamimously... but when I ask about the THEMES of the books I'd write about, I get Rabelais's Gargantua, as a utopia, even more unanimously. So I pull out a killer essay comparing and contrasting the abbey of desire to BYU. It turns out pretty well... but it's now 11:15. So I turn it in quick, and call Kevin about the Physics project. He starts writing, and I start making a data table and some picture captions. He emails what he's written over, and I add my data table and captions, then desperately search for a .doc to .pdf converter. I find one, at 11:55 PM. It's due at midnight... when my browser CRASHES!!!! ack! so I pull it up as quick as I can, rewrite the email, attach the files, and turn it in at 12:03 AM. It's LATE, GASP! I explain in the email about my browser crashing. I think he'll understand. I then get on the facebook, see what my friends are up to, get interrogated about things by a friend or two of mine, then go to bed at 1 AM.
I wake up at 8 AM to my alarm, with my terrible cough being worse than before... so I stay in bed. I fall back asleep, and wake up at 10:50 AM. I realize OH SHOOT! I JUST SLEPT THROUGH MY DANCE FINAL!!!!! so I rush to get dressed, and literally run out the door, down the hall, down the stairs, out the other door, through the cannon center, up the hill, when I see my buddy zach pushing his bike... I slam on my brakes and ask if I can borrow it. "sure, the code's ****." "Thanks man!" I bike up the hill, across campus to the Wilk, park the bike, run through the back way of the wilk, run into the class, breathing heavily, and ask if I can take the test. My teacher asks me if I've run the whole way, and I say yes. She says that I can take the test, so I ask a girl to dance with me, and dance, still breathing extremely heavily and uncomfortably, due to my nasty cold. I dance the Swing, I pass. I call my buddy to thank him for letting me use his bike, and I walk to buy breakfast... then I go out the door, and back on the bike, a lot slower this time, back to my dorm, and get in my bed to rest. I cough up a lung or two, get dressed in less formal dress, and sit down to write this post.
I still need to write my service project report, and my concert reports. oy! I hate the last week of classes.
So I walk down the stairs, take a couple of pictures with the physics class... apparently some people REALLY liked the class and wanted a picture... and go over to the SWKT to print off the homeworks for Monday and Tuesday with Kevin. I realize that I told my friend Kyle that I'd go to the library LRC to watch fantasia with him for our concert reports, and go down to the UPL to do my Physics homework. It takes us till 5 to do both of the assignments... which we don't quite do properly, but I'm really hungry now, and kevin's got to get to class, so I just finish the problem, and turn it in. I later find out that I did at least one of the problems wrong... so much for winning that hologram... bummer... I go home, get some food from the vending machines to stave off my hunger till dinner, then go to my room, where I find that Fantasia is on Google Video. sweet. I don't need to go to the LRC. I start thinking about what I should write my Humanities paper on...
It's now 6 P.M. I go to dinner, eat a bunch of food, and realize, for the 5th time, that lent is over. I go get some ice cream, and enjoy it to an obscene degree. It's now 7. I realize that my FHE, that I'm the dad for, has started. It's croquet. I'm not about to miss that, but I don't want to stop eating the delicious ice cream, so I chat and eat ice cream till 7:30, when I go to FHE, and start watching a game of croquet. I later take the place of one of the people who is sick and tired of losing, and promptly almost win. I was the last person to die, but in killing me, the Poison person bounced through a hoop.
It's now 9 P.M. I go to my room, realizing that I still haven't decided what to write about, so I ask facebook. When I say the names of the books I'd write about, I get Machiavelli, unamimously... but when I ask about the THEMES of the books I'd write about, I get Rabelais's Gargantua, as a utopia, even more unanimously. So I pull out a killer essay comparing and contrasting the abbey of desire to BYU. It turns out pretty well... but it's now 11:15. So I turn it in quick, and call Kevin about the Physics project. He starts writing, and I start making a data table and some picture captions. He emails what he's written over, and I add my data table and captions, then desperately search for a .doc to .pdf converter. I find one, at 11:55 PM. It's due at midnight... when my browser CRASHES!!!! ack! so I pull it up as quick as I can, rewrite the email, attach the files, and turn it in at 12:03 AM. It's LATE, GASP! I explain in the email about my browser crashing. I think he'll understand. I then get on the facebook, see what my friends are up to, get interrogated about things by a friend or two of mine, then go to bed at 1 AM.
I wake up at 8 AM to my alarm, with my terrible cough being worse than before... so I stay in bed. I fall back asleep, and wake up at 10:50 AM. I realize OH SHOOT! I JUST SLEPT THROUGH MY DANCE FINAL!!!!! so I rush to get dressed, and literally run out the door, down the hall, down the stairs, out the other door, through the cannon center, up the hill, when I see my buddy zach pushing his bike... I slam on my brakes and ask if I can borrow it. "sure, the code's ****." "Thanks man!" I bike up the hill, across campus to the Wilk, park the bike, run through the back way of the wilk, run into the class, breathing heavily, and ask if I can take the test. My teacher asks me if I've run the whole way, and I say yes. She says that I can take the test, so I ask a girl to dance with me, and dance, still breathing extremely heavily and uncomfortably, due to my nasty cold. I dance the Swing, I pass. I call my buddy to thank him for letting me use his bike, and I walk to buy breakfast... then I go out the door, and back on the bike, a lot slower this time, back to my dorm, and get in my bed to rest. I cough up a lung or two, get dressed in less formal dress, and sit down to write this post.
I still need to write my service project report, and my concert reports. oy! I hate the last week of classes.
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