...I'd like to talk to...

(First, I hope you're all reading this at work. It's meant to kill some time for you. If not, start.)

So, I'm sure many of you are wondering about my little admission on my last post. I'm sure my Mom keeled over right on the spot. I'm surprised Bernie didn't call to tell me they were on their way to the hospital. I've never actually admitted as much to her. My policy has always been if you don't ask, I won't tell. So, if you want to know anything about me, ask. Simple, but very effective. More in a few seconds...

Let's talk about the new candy bar the Thingamajig...

It's the awesome new cousin of the Whatchamacallit. It's got CoCo Pebbles & peanut butter. I'll be honest; my first bite wasn't magic, but the more I ate, the more I liked. A LOT. If you know anything about my tastes, I LUV the combo of Peanut Butter & Chocolate. I once ODed on peanut butter cups. True Story. Ask my roommate. It's "Limited Edition". I guess I'll pick one up at Quick Stop every time I need my Dr. Pepper fix before class.

I bought a new pair of shoes for my trip in December...

I like a lot. I've been coveting them for some time now since last year, but didn't have the scratch to pull the trigger. My trip is coming up. 5 weeks tomorrow. It's gonna fly; so, I can fly.

I'll start you out with a picture from my new favorite book/ score from the DI...

Hey, baby...

This would definitely would be my profile pic on FB if I was on there..

From First Date to Chosen Mate... I know what I'll be passing on if I have kids. Except, I'll leave them a note. That's the only thing missing from this is a nice note from my Aunt Judy outlining this is the way to "Find my chosen mate." while pursuing my MRS at Ricks. It was written before I was born, 1977. The bio is hilarious. Listing his church calling which to be honest aren't that impressive. You'd think at least stake president, not ward clerk. I'm not belittling any calling. I don't have one, & don't need one. Also, it says "He's married to the former..." I hope my wife doesn't want to forget her maiden name. I hope she never feels like her former self.

Anyway, I've made you laugh; I hope. Onto the girl. It's a crush, really. I don't know what else to call it. She was in my Anthropology class last spring semester. We kinda talked then on the first day. I made a lame joke while we were being grouped into discussion groups. Sadly, she wasn't in my group. (Me Group 17; her Group 18) She was even in my singles ward for a few weeks before I was asked to go to my home ward or the 31-45 ward. I've seen her a couple of times at the basketball games & even before the homecoming football game. We've made eye contact multiple times. I think that's a good thing. I don't know. I'm really bad at all this. It's something I'd like to pursue though. I wish I knew someone that knew her. Sadly, the wardies from my singles ward aren't friendly or they're not there any more. (Too old. In the same boat.) Any advice? This really isn't something that From First Date to Chosen Mate discusses.

I'm excited for this weekend. I get to see a band I haven 't seen fully live (Yes, Warped Tour, but is that really a concert. I get 8 songs & no encore.) since 1996 on the Grey Race Tour. It's... Bad Religion. I've been a fan for some time. (6th Grade, 1990-91) My bro Spencer had a copied tape of Recipe for Hate. (Sharing a room had some profits, & that was one.) Bernice didn't like my punk rock ways, but that didn't stop me. In fact, after the show in 1996, at church, Chris Huber (Yes, of Aggie Basketball fame.) asked what I did the night before. I said I went to a concert. He asked which one & I said Bad Religion. My Mom again almost keeled over on the third pew from the front in the tabernacle. "What? You said you were going to a concert." "I did," I pointed out. "I thought it was one over in Logan." She never clarified that. "Nope." I even saved my lunch money to buy a t-shirt. I never saw that shirt after the first time I put in the laundry. Now at 31 almost 32 (It's coming up. Hint Hint) Bernice can't throw my t-shirt away when I put in the laundry. (True Story.)

I'll leave you with...

A new favorite song...

Time to study...

Se you in the future...