I don't get sick very often (knock on wood), but when I do, it hits hard. Well, guess what? It's that time of year again: cold season. At least, I think it is... I'm like the harbinger of sickness seasons; I usually get it before anyone else. I guess I'm something like a virus forecaster. I should get paid for this.
An achievement of little significance
I did a front flip yesterday. That's right, Mark, the 6'5", 270 big guy did a front flip. For the first time. I feel special. Like I said, an achievement of little significance.
It's cold. Very, very cold.
It's cold out there. I've never lived through a winter colder than this one. But I guess I shouldn't be whining about it: at least it's not a hot summer. I would rather have a freezing cold winter than a blistering hot summer; it's just easier to warm up than to cool off. A warm blanket, or blow $12 bucks to get into a community pool that's already chock full of screaming kids, half-naked old people, and swimsuits that are more like tissues than aquatic clothing. Then again, most clothing is looking that way these days. Just watch the Oscars.
Used
Have you ever been used before? You know what I'm talking about: when someone acts nice (sometimes) towards you, but they think that, in exchange for their "kindness," you should do whatever they ask and get them things. I'm especially a sucker for this, as I've been told I'm really nice, usually to the point of being conned into doing stuff. I've been doing a bit of thinking, and I've found a few "friends" that are, for the lack of a better word, users.
So here we are, a few steps one can take to dispel said moochers. However, I'm NOT saying you shouldn't be generous to others or thoughtful, but these tips are strictly for stopping usage of one's self.
1-If they try to use something of yours, and you know they won't return it by past experience, work out a system that requires them to return it, almost like a video rental store.
2-If someone comes over to your house/apartment to "hang out," yet they only use something of yours and pretty much ignore you, they're moochers. Sometimes you'll just have to tell them outright that you're not just a piece of meat with cool stuff.
3-They may have some kind of "sob story," and because of it, may try to get pity service from it. However, if you have a friend who is sincerely suffering, help them in any way possible. But sometimes people use totally bogus excuses, or they overplay the severeness of their problem. Just use your good judgment, and, if needs be, tell them to knock it off. Sometimes that's what it takes for their mooching behavior to stop.
Everything I've said above is for dealing with moochers and users ONLY. Don't be a scrooge, but instead a generous and giving person. Just be careful.
2008 Election
If you've been alive for the last few months and reading my article (which I hope you have. I don't really want a very large undead/zombie readership following), you'd know that, not only has the media has done the impossible: it has gotten even MORE crazy than before. How is this near impossible event taking place? The answer: the 2008 presidential election. If you've been reading my blog (see above), you'd have noticed that I don't talk about it much, just for the sake of our sanity. We get enough of the election without me blabbering about it. Well, my fellow humanoids, now is the time to lose my election-innocence; I am going to talk about it. But not who to vote for, but the election itself:
It's annoying, it started way to early, and people are just plain sick of it.
This is one of those elections that make the poll-counters of old turn in their graves. It's so confusing, so jumbled and such a mess that people are quickly losing interest; it's just too much politics for people to care anymore. I have a message for those people: hang in there. Just a few more months, and we won't have to put up with it for 4 more years. Never give up, never surrender. What about me? I'm going to be gone for the actual election. Thank you, mission...
Be excellent to each other.
(YSA, I remember saying that, but not to who. Give me one more. C'mon.)
Interesting...
Life's kind of strange sometimes. You can do one thing, and something else happens. For example, since the beginning of the semester, I've been keeping a schedule, going to sleep and waking up at certain times, and actually doing my readings and homework. And guess what? Wouldn't you know it, life starts working out better than last semester! Whoa, how does this happen? Again, life's mysteries never cease to amaze me.
News for the peeps: I gots me a guitar! It's a black Fender acoustic/electric, and his name, in it's infinite glory, is Octavius. Isn't that the coolest? If you disagree, please, keep it to yourself, as you would not want to upset the almighty one (Octavius). I've only had one real guitar class, but I've already been teaching myself as many chords as I can. Oh, and I've practiced so much that my left fingers are bruised and my right thumb is getting a major bruise on it. But I shall not stop, nor slow, for the learning of the guitar is a learning of great importance... and such. Besides, being able to play the guitar makes one instantly 20% more attractive. Or so I've heard...
Later.
Oh, and "secret admirer?" C'mon, you've got to at least give me a clue...
Back up to Logan
I'm back up to Logan today, right after Jason's farewell. This sounds absolutely crazy, but I'm actually very excited to finally get back to Utah State. I've become addicted to college, I guess.
I'm pretty pumped: I got a new MP3 player! A Microsoft Zune. It's about as cool as the Fourth of July and Christmas combined. Yeah, that cool. Maybe I'll show it to you people sometime.
More random news; I'm starting on my mission papers this month. If everything goes according to plan, I'll be out of here by mid-May. I'm excited to get all of it done, except for the dental work. That's going to be REALLY fun...
Bummer
This is a sad warning to all those who read this (which are few and far between.) My good friend, lappy (my laptop), is leaving us. My dad sees it best if I were separated from my faithful companion, and therefore these posts may not appear as rapidly as they once did... I'm sorry to bring this terrible news, but alas, such is life.
