Brilliant Ideas

1. Writing a ficition novel based on one of the Sons of Helaman. I don't think it's been done yet.

2. A computer mouse with a built in speaker. I don't think that's been done yet either.

Also: Some type of exhaust energy generator, that me and Christina are going to develop after our missions. 

It's That Time of Year!

MLeh. Hayfever *sniff.

I didn't sleep well last night, hardly at all, actually.

By the way, if anyone knows of a company looking to hire someone short-term (part-time), go ahead and let me know. I'm looking for a new job.

Yay, for life!

My mission creeps ever closer . . .

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I'm masking most feeling right now by listening to a lot of the music I listened to in Junior High School . . . . Interesting . . . .

Send Me On My Way

That's the song I'm listening to, it doesn't really have any significance. But at the same time, maybe it does. At least in those words.

Next week, I'm going to Hawaii for a week, and it's the week before finals. Honestly, I'm a bit worried, and I'm hoping I'll be able to pull it off. I think I can if I focus really hard. I don't feel as much pressure as I did when I was trying to graduate, but it still is pressure.

Hopefully soon I'll be able to get my mission papers in, as well. And send me on my way there. Every week, I go to my mission prep class, and Brother Smith gives us scenarios that just make me grin. I'm so excited to go . . .

In other news, band tour was excellent! I was glad for all the new friends I made. Right now, I'm feeling quite tired, and I'm not sure how I'm gonna pull of a 15 page research paper on Cirque du Soleil, but tomorrow I'll talk with Stacy to see how I can flesh it out. I'm particularly hungry right now, but I'm not going to eat anything because that's not healthy. I also need to start working out again. I've been slacking on my push-up and sit-up routine.

School's out in two weeks (basically) and I'm hoping I'll be able to pull off the GPA requirement for my scholarship. I'm also hoping they'll hold my scholarship, even though I'm getting my call so late after summer/fall registration. But I know that whatever happens is supposed to happen. I can always appeal before the school board, worst case scenario. But since school's going to be out soon, I've been looking for another job to pick up. I need something that will be fine with me working for only a few months, but something that pays halfway decent. I'm still keeping my job at Lekson, but I'm just under $3000 short for my mission, and I could easily pick that up (and a little extra for saving) in working a month full time for over $10.50 an hour. Maybe I'll do some freelance stuff . . . who knows . . .

Every second a second passes, and every 60 seconds a minute passes, and time continues to fly by. I'm trying my best to enjoy life, and have found that applying the principles I've been reading in "How to Win Friends and Influence People," really help to make me feel happy. So do the principles in the Book of Mormon. I'm striving, especially now, to complain less, and serve people more than I serve myself.

I often pause to look with my eyes, and occasionally what I behold is truly amazing. (Maybe I'm just turning this blog into a regurgitation of what's been going on in my brain for the past howeverlong. It is midnight, anyway.) All too often I take advantage of my senses, and I think my humanities class has really helped me to look around.

The song has changed now (actually long ago) to 99 Red Balloons. I don't really have much to say about it.

The other day, I had some flashbacks from my childhood. Living in Bogota, Columbia, as well at St. Louis. I'm not sure why I had them, but it was fun. And I'm pretty sure this post is just turning into a reason for me to stay up. But I don't really care, because I don't.

*laughing

Man, I'm going crazy. Life is great. And I've got tons of stuff on the mind! Is this what it's like to be an adult? It's not that I'm complaining, because somehow I enjoy it. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I should go to sleep. At the same time, I've seemed to forget how therapeutic blogging can be! I should probably start writing in a journal again, but for the longest time, I posted just about every day on this blog, and I kindof counted it as my journal.

Boy . . . . I can't wait for my mission. 143 days to the big one-nine.