An "Ah-HA!" moment about Tom!

Dogbert gets partial credit for compatibility with me, I love talking AND listening though.

I have discovered that I LOVE communicating. It makes some different aspects of me make a lot more sense. I love the night, partly because I just find the dark comforting, and partly because people have a lot looser tongues at night, people just seem a lot more likely to just talk at night than at any other time. Also, I talk to myself, as anyone who has ever lived, or even just traveled with me knows. While I was on the Spring Break trip to California, my friend Eric was with me and he commented on how he had noticed it, and was kind of amazed at how I keep a running commentary, even in the shower. That's right, I don't sing in the shower, I just continue talking to myself. I love the simple exchange of information. It doesn't really matter who or what either. I've had a lot of conversations ranging from connecting Science Fiction and Religion to drunken/buzzed exploits, and I enjoyed both just as much, I know that I should enjoy the one about religion more, but really, I just love listening. When I'm listening to a person, it's just far too much fun to watch them, ESPECIALLY if they're getting really into something, like something they discovered for themselves, or just learned, or they're figuring something out, or just if they're amazed by it, I love just watching that happen. Cause we all think a huge amount, well, I think we all think a huge amount, some people I'm just not so sure about, but there's a large amount of processing and events that happen to all of us, but the majority of it never escapes our thick skulls! So when someone just starts talking to me, I think it's fantastic. I will listen to just about anyone, talk about just about anything. I hate it when a person starts getting cautious about what they're saying, or how much they're saying when they're talking to me, cause that's just a waste. I support full, lengthy, nerdy communication between people. I can talk a lot, of this there is no doubt, and my three posts in as many days proves this. I love it when a person can actually talk, and keep a conversation going. When I don't have to work to keep the conversation going, that's a good time. So, if you ever just need to nerd out, then I am the man for the job, if there's something that I can do, it's listening, and talking.

A Terrible Summer Tradition

Two summers in a row now I've had something terrible happen to me that incapacitated me for a time, in which time I was totally miserable. Last summer it was Mono, and that lasted FOREVER! This summer I've had the joyful experience of having my Wisdom Teeth removed. Now I know what you're thinking, yeah yeah, everyone goes through this kind of thing, but THAT is what they said about Mono too! And then I got my own special kind of Mono that combined two different kinds, and then a side effect of another that nobody could even make sense of! Nauseous, throat, and my eyes began swelling, yeah that's right, all the skin around my eyes began swelling so I couldn't open my eyes fully.

This is as far as my eyes would really open

So now, I get my Wisdom Teeth out, and that's a bummer right? According to the general consensus, your average operation happens, you look like a chipmunk, and a day or two later your chewing and making out hurts, right? Well, my top two teeth were so far up that the dear Dentist had to take them out the side, and not through the bottom, so the operation took an hour and a half, or so they tell me, and it's been 3 days and I still can't smile without fear of having my gums begin bleeding, and chewing is completely out of the question. Loratab has no goofy symptoms on me, it just makes me feel really funky, but no bouts of hilarity.



WHY IS EVERYONE PICKING ON ME!?!?!!?

But on the plus side I have caught up on my movies, "RED" and "The Tourist" were just as good as everyone said they were going to be. I've also begun playing Bioshock and am almost finished, those splicers simply don't know what's happening to them, Big Daddies on the other hand, seem to know exactly what's coming and kill me several times before I manage to kill them. Hmmmm
Hope you're all having a great summer! I know that this was a pretty whiny post, but...well, it's whiny ok? Deal with it! My ibuprofen hasn't kicked in yet.

Hobbes Hit it Right on the Head

I couldn't say it any better, but I am going to explain my own experience with this.
Hobbes has it completely right, at least for me I believe. Mostly the bit about the brain disengaging and babbling like a cretin. I'm not actually twitterpated at the moment, nor do I really intend to be since this is the summer before my mission and to most girls my age that's an instant turn off cause I'm training to go completely non-romantic. I was actually looking back on all of the times when I've gone head over heels, completely bonkers for a girl. I like to think that usually I'm a pretty articulate, competent person. When I'm confronted with an awkward or tense situation I'm usually able to finagle some way to have everyone happy, I'm able to create happy endings and proper social responses for pretty much every movie and real life couple I've seen, but looking back I have realized that my IQ drops 300 points when I fall in love! Which either means I'm the greatest genius the world has ever known, or I have a negative IQ when love strikes. I'm going to have to go with Hobbes on this one.

Home again, home again

Well, I promised Ashley Kay Easton that I would keep this blog updated. So here we go.
Last time that I wrote in this it was dead week for the first semester. Huh.
The second semester was just as interesting, if not more interesting, than the first! It really doesn't seem like that long ago that it started, huh.
Well, I got a new roommate, his name is Silas Pimentel. My dear Brazilian Brutha who lived in Brazil for the first bit of his life, his family moved to Utah, and then he got called to Colorado on his mission. This is usually a point of confusion for people. Him and I got along fantastic, and Silas tried so hard to teach me good habits, but in the last semester I was pretty into being an irresponsible pre-mi that my room remained trashed, my dishes stayed dirty, and my homework never did get completed.
Went with some crazy guys to California for Spring Break, good times, drunk people are funny and have good stories. Unfortunately I grow tired of updating on my life and feel more like just talking than updating.