Thursday, April 23, 2009

A change in location

Since I will no longer be living in Provo it seems funny to have a blog named after it. So, lacking in intermediate computer skills, I bypassed the headache and created a new one.

Enjoy! :)

Thursday, April 16, 2009


It figures.
A couple weeks after starting a blog about my life in Provo I decide to move to Salt Lake. I'm going to SLCC in the fall to continue my pathetically long journey towards a Bachelors Degree. I figured I could stay here in Provo at a job I hate and take my chances on yet another batch of roommates (lets just say I'm cursed when it comes to roommates), OR I could move home, quit my job, not pay rent, and find a new job. It sounds pretty loser when you put it like that, but really its whats working for me right now. It's time to move on.
Oh Provo, you and I have had some times together:

Like going to the dollar movies for 25 cents
Or finding a roommates prenatal vitamins
Getting hit by a truck in the crosswalk on my way to work (and escaping with a couple of bruises)
The ten minute long techno Yo-Yo ROUTINE from the ward talent show
The Ginkgo trees around the WILK that smell like vomit for 3 weeks every year
Discovering why the internet would slow way down every night at 7. Turns out that was when the World of Warcrafters started their all night gaming marathon
Gaining a greater appreciation for Febreeze
Not being afraid when the carbon monoxide detector goes off
That one time when I lost a ton of money thanks to a shady landlord and the worst roommate ever (For real. You may think you can top it, but you can't. No one can take that title from her)

And so many other more positive things not listed here. It wasn't all bad. Just mostly hilarious and shocking.
I think I've experienced all Provo has to offer.
Except bowling at the student center, but I lived in Freshman housing so that covers it.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


Lately my Biology teacher has us watching these "The Shape of Life" movies about 'the rise of arthropods' and the 'struggle for survival'. know, those movies from your Jr. High/High School bio class with the real footage and real scientists , but yet it still has that horrible music and super animated objects floating around the scientists? Its like the magic school bus, except for older kids.
While the movies are dumb, its about 10 times better than listening to the super opinionated LDS kids in my class try to convert my blatantly anti professor who responds with comebacks like "religion is for the weak-minded", "Heavenly beings are constructs of society that some people use to make excuses" or my personal favorite - "Prove it to me with science" (always reminds me of Nacho Libre...)
The focus of the movies are to talk about how things adapted and evolved, however I think real purpose and goal is to make me crave seafood.

Every other scene in the movie is a lobster, crab, shrimp, or misc. ancient ancestors of the 3 battling it out for survival. For some reason, while watching footage of a crab demonstrating a superior adaptation by cracking open the shell of some nasty sea snail, all I see is this:

Mmmm...King Crab! If only I could eat you every day :(

Even the ancient sea scorpions of old are similar enough to remind me of this dear friend:

Hello Delicious!

Even segments about fish are bad!

oh sweet sushi heaven...

Basically every day I leave Biology hungry...I don't think that should happen.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Recent Failures

Last Saturday Jenny and I decided to go to the Hare Krishna Festival of Colors. I didn't know how much of a BYU thing it is to do. Every year, BYU students hop onto I-15 South and head to Spanish Fork to run around like maniacs throwing colored chalk at each other.

Afterwards everyone comes home, updates their Facebook profile picture to show just how much chalk they got on them, and makes fun of the 'pagans' (used as an insult). Do I seem bitter? Maybe its because I hate the disrespectful ignorant approach to what other religions hold sacred.
Anyway, Ever since taking my Eastern Religions class I've wanted to go to one of the many festivals held at the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple because now I know what everything means...unlike hundreds of BYU students chanting "Hare Krishna" (good job guys). So we were set on going. We got on the packed freeway and proceeded at 5 mph for the next half hour. We got off the exit Google maps told us to, wondering why everyone else was taking a later exit. We started looking around for the temple, it was supposed to be to our right. Suddenly the road started winding up into the mountains. Maybe it was on the other side of all of the housing development? It had to have huge grounds to fit all of those people. Flashbacks of declining Brian's offer to bring along his GPS he bought to navigate Seattle (we'd still be there begging on the streets for food and directions without that thing) were haunting my thoughts. You know when you hit red rock you've gone too far. Realizing that we were far off the beaten path up Price Canyon, Jenny started texting chacha and google like a mad woman while I reflected on how grateful i was to have filled up my tank recently. Eventually we stopped, flipped around and drove back down, finding ourselves in Springville. A series of confusing and frustrating events led to us giving up and going back to Provo where we went to the ward untalent show. Even though we didn't make it, neither of us was too sad about not making it there after seeing tons of people on campus hours after the festival, still covered in their chalky status symbol shirts.

For spring break Brian, Jenny, and I headed up to Jenny's parent's house. Brian and I went to Seattle for a day where we went to the aquarium (letdown...), various stores on the pier, and of course Pike Place Market. I was so ready for this trip. I somehow managed to remember my camera even! There were tons of colors, the water was beautiful even though it was a stormy day, the city is perfectly photographic...and all i came home with was this -
River Otters. Failure indeed

New to the Blogging World

I've been toying around with the idea of making a blog for a while, today i finally caved. Really, what reason do I have to make one? Do I have children to post pictures of? No. Do I have interesting talents to share? Not really. Does my family need the play by play because I live thousands of miles away? Nope, though I'm sure my mother would say the phone calls home could be a little more frequent. Mostly I felt I should make one because (confession) I blog-stalk. Somehow allowing others to more easily stalk me (because facebook is not enough...) makes me feel like I have the citizen right within the blogging community to peruse other's pages during my down time. I just happen to have a big family and like to know what they're up to. I also might like to keep track of friends I don't get to see so much anymore. Thats all. See? There's no shame.
Anyway, there here it is - a blog where you can see all the exciting moments of my school-work-sleep-school-work-sleep life lived in what feels like foreign language housing.
Let's hope my life is interesting enough for this!

If not there's always that delete button...