Karma

Wouldn't you know it? The girl I thought I might have a chance of being interested in, the one I met last week in institue, the one who seemed somewhat interested in me, didn't show up to Institute tonight. I need to stop stepping on those ants and worms.

A new day

dissillusionment has set in just a bit. Last night, the comment spammer hit me. It wasn't too bad, but annoying enough that I had to turn on the word verification. Sorry to those who enjoyed unfettered access to this point. But please don't let it keep you from commenting. Also, it's nice to hear over and over again that comment spammer liked my color scheme and illustrations. :)

The Adventure Continues

I can climb and ski in 4 hours, 3000 verticle feet on a slope over 50 degrees, but when I go to find a woman to do something in the evening, no one is home. It's like the planets align in my favor on everything else, just to make up for my bad karma with women (and dissertation).

Actually, when the women weren't home, I walked towards the park to see if anyone was there, and ran into another woman from the ward that I am mildly interested in. I struck up a conversation with her, and somehow I noticed for the first time that she had a ring on her wedding finger.

Oops. Good thing I didn't ask her out. It was the only ring on both her hands, so it can only be an engagement ring or a deliberate attempt to drive the boys away. Either way, I ended up being a spectator for the rest of the night, watching stupid tv shows for way too long.

A curse upon my lazy bones!

here's a good pic to give you a feel for what the climb was like. I wish I knew how to put videos on here. We have some good ones.

This is the route up and down Mt. Superior. The route in blue is up, the route in red is down. The point where they connect is the top :)

Big one.

happy 100th post! Can you believe? I celebrated it today by getting up at 3:40 am, and climbing Mount Superior with Jon Bischoff and his friend Darrin. At the top it was hailing and blowing something fierce. I hid on the lee side of the peak while I put on my ski boots that I had hauled up there with my skis, and then I skiied off the top of the peak. I skiied the mountain except about 100 verticle feet of cliff that I had to downclimb. I did that in my ski boots, which wasn't really too fun on wet rock. The skiing wasn't the best I had ever done, either. Probably a third of my turns felt good. The rest were awkward jump turns since my legs were beat from the climb, and the slope was around 50 degrees. It was a great time. I'll try to get a pic up tomorrow with route up and down mapped out. Wish you were all there to see it. The end.

Airing the dirty laundry...so to speak

OWW asked about our most embarrassing moments. I am more than happy to join in, because, for me, they are a joy. I love embarrassing moments in my life. Like when I trip on the stairs, even as I’m looking around to see who saw, I am also busting up because I think it’s hilarious. It seriously makes my day. So this one is so much better than tripping on the stairs, it has given me years of enjoyable memories…kind of like the June roses in December.

A couple years ago, or maybe just last year, I don’t remember exactly when, my brother earned his BSA Eagle award and had an Eagle Court where he was presented with the award. It’s customary in my family for extended family to come and support the eagle recipient. Afterward, everyone gathers in the multi-purpose room of the church for socializing and refreshments. Everything went well and we were all mingling in the multipurpose room when I heard some music playing on the cd player. Evidently, my parents had put on some music to match the occasion. Then, like destiny, I suddenly saw my cousin Mark, who has written some music for such occasions.

It’s at this point that I have a brilliant idea. I walk up to Mark and in a very loud voice, I say, “Mark, where’s your music? We need to put it on instead of this TRASH that’s on right now!”

Mark looks at me and says, “This IS my song.”

LAWL.

Money doesn't buy happiness

Yeah. Not like I have a lot. But I had enough to pick up an iPod Nano the other day. Now it's too small for me. I want to have all my songs at my fingertips at all times. I'm not satisfied with the approximately 715 songs it holds. It turns out I have 200% more music than that. Oops. Shouldn't I have done the math first? 715 songs is a measly 56 CDs. I have about 150. Who knew? How am I ever supposed to pick out which songs I want to have on the iPod and which ones I don't? Sure, Tori Amos it out, but what about all the others? I am so greedy and piggish. I'm not satisfied with being one of the richest people in the world. I have to have more? I am so American. Why did I buy the thing in the first place? Talk about buyer's remorse.

Walking to the library today with the distinctive white earbuds in, I thought I was so cool. Turns out I'm a chump. I'm not buying anything anymore. No more money spent. Nope. I'll just live off my roomates until I get kicked out for not paying rent. Then I'll just park my car at a different church each night and sleep in a tent up the canyon. I'll live out of trash bins and people in my ward who invite me over for dinner. I'll shower at the RB. I'm done being a slave to economics and fashion. Good buy. Oops. I mean: Goodbye.

I'm back.

So, I worked hard on my project this weekend and finished the analyses that have been haunting my life for months. I also got half of the next project done. In celebration, I bought an iPod Nano.

And I subsequently stayed up until 2:30 am putting classical music on it. So much for my healthy lifestyle. Hopefully, my foray back into blogging won't be as much of a detriment to my life.