So I'm a little bit livid...

And yes, this is a screenshot i took from the music video for "Giving Up the Gun."

Just... look at it. ahhhh.

Because my most recent obsession, Vampire Weekend, is going to be in Salt Lake City in TWO FREAKING DAYS.

Dagnabbit!!!!

If only I had known about them but a few weeks ago, I would seriously have found someway to get there and bought tickets. I looked up how much they've been going for, and I could totally afford them and everything! BLAST. And I won't be in Georgia for when they go to Atlanta, plus the tickets for THAT show are already sold out anyways. BIG POOPING POOPY MCPOOPERER. POOOOPPPP.

I suppose I will have to find some other way to magically run into Ezra Koenig so that we can fall in love and get married.

Because that is STILL GOING TO HAPPEN, dang it. DANG IT. IT WILL.

.......................I am not crazy.

Vampire Weekend.

I watched them on SNL last week, and I sort of fell a little bit in love with the lead singer, Ezra Koenig.

I'm just sayin, We're a kind of meant to be and we'll most likely get married one day after her converts to the church.

IT COULD HAPPEN.

I mean, just look at that face.

In other news, Justin Bieber is currently being evaluated by yours truly. stay tuned for details.

Being Happy, Dagnabbit.

I've not had the best past few days. Nothing hugely terrible, but nothing good really happened, and a few pretty poopy things have happened, involving frustration with frustrating people, and the fact that somehow, my poor dear ipod Eduardo has a huge crack in the screen. SADDEST THING EVER. Not even a joke. I'm sort of livid.

So I'm working on finding little things that put me in a better mood. The one failsafe that I know will always help me feel better is going to the gym, and running it out on the treadmill or elliptical or stationary bike, burning off a couple hundred calories, beasting off with a bunch of crunches, then loitering and taking my sweet time getting back to the apartment where I face frustration once more.

Also, right now, I'm watching a bunch of youtube music videos.

Here's something:

I didn't used to like Michael Buble, like, at all. I thought he was just overplayed, and I have extreme loyalties to Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack, and I thought this Buble fellow was a wannabe who was going to try and 'be the next Sinatra' or something completely ridiculous like that. Plus, thats kind of impossible. No one will ever be Frank Sinatra ever again. It just won't happen. Nope. No chance at all. Not even in the least. So yep.

Anywho, I've stumbled upon a few of Michael Buble's music videos. I watched them hesitantly, but as I've seen a couple, I've actually liked them quite a bit. It grows on you, I guess. And its definitely not the same as Sinatra, which I like. No comparison to be made for the most part.

So he has this one song, "I just haven't met you yet."

I actually really, really like this one specifically. I like the little story it tells, about how one day everything really will work out to be alright, but right now you just have to have faith and know that one day you'll find someone somehow. Its cute, and I'm not extremely effeminate, but I like it nonetheless. Not to mention the music video is super cute. Like, thuper cute super cute. Honestly, almost too cute. Its about right on the border there, between bearable and intoxicatingly annoying.

I also realized just the other day, in an epiphany of sorts, that I actually really like school. Like, A lot. I love school and going to classes and getting good grades in front of my face to gloat about later, and I like when I do a good job at work and get a gold coin for it, and when my boss comes out to tell me that I'm doing a really great job at my job.

Basically, and I know I don't say this enough, to anyone or myself, but I have a pretty great life for the most part, and I really do love school. I'm pretty lucky, I guess.

Eh. I'm working on it.

So.

I hope that one day I am as legit as this chihuahua.

Did I tell you kids that I have a major again?

Because I do.

Its Spanish.

People ask me what I'm going to do with that, and I tell them "Be a flight attendant."

They don't believe me.

I've been practicing my hard core "I'm dead serious" stony eyes and trim smile for them when they say that.

I think I'm getting good at it.

Also, I signed a contract for summer/fall/winter. For Glenwood.

Don't gimme that "Glenhood" crap. I've heard good things, and even been inside. Not nearly as ghetto as people make it out to be.

And I hear marvelous things about the social atmosphere.

And my brother's mission companion buddy guy lives there now, so I've already got some kind of connection. Which is nice.

And I baked a cake. And I'm going to decorate said cake now.

Why?

Why not.

Over and out.

Hands

I can't sleep... and its really frustrating.

So while I'm laying here in bed, listening to my "Go to sleep, Erin" playlist, David Archuleta's song "My Hands" comes on.

And I start thinking.

Then I start waxing philosophical. So brace yourselves.

The human hand is amazing. Just hold your hand in front of you, right now, and flex, move your fingers around, grab something, watch yourself type for a moment. Look at an X-ray of hands. Just look at the bones, cartilage, how everything fits together perfectly, how they move together so well. Think of everything we can do with our hands. They let us accomplish so much. Building, creating, writing, drawing, molding, feeling, so many things accomplished through our hands. There's an entire language that uses our hands to communicate, and a culture built around it.

Think of the symbolism and importance we recognize with our hands. Just think. We hold hands with someone, and it shows affection and a desire to be close to them, with our intertwined fingers. When we get married, we wear that symbol on our left hand ring finger, showing the world the commitment we've made, in a place where it is bound to be noticed, on the ever important hand. As a small child, you raise your hand in class, and continue to do so throughout school, to show knowledge and ideas. We care for animals by petting and patting them. There are entire salons dedicated to the care and keeping of our hands. We can create music because of our hands, playing piano keys, plucking harp chords, maneuvering wind instruments, pulling a bow across a violin.

I look at all of these things, and I can't possibly imagine that there couldn't be a greater power out there that helped orchestrate this life. Someone who was so wise and thoughtful, who spent so much time perfecting the body to do so much. Things like this don't just happen on accident. Beauty doesn't just spontaneously appear overnight in an explosion. There's just no other explanation. It is so obvious that we were created with a specific purpose in mind, to live and interact with each other in this life. And our hands are a key part of that body and life and interaction. Just look at them.

Bad attitude.

I've had a really bad attitude lately.

Maybe its because of the choice made on the bachelor last week.

maybe its because i've had all my midterms in the past two weeks, and then some extra tests and projects on the side to go with it.

Maybe its because I'm getting antsy with my roommates lately.

Maybe its because I don't enjoy my calling a single bit.

Maybe its because my internet wouldn't work until 8 o clock tonight.

Maybe its because my computer hates me.

Regardless... I'm making a conscious effort to have a good attitude this week.

Starting with a few goals:

No white bread.

No red meat.

At least 3 servings of dairy a day.

Go to the gym at least 4 days this week.

Do my homework on time.

Make a conscious effort to be nice to people.

Practice piano every day.

Read mah scriptures.

So there they are. We'll just have to see if I can actually accomplish all these things for once... I'm not famous for my motivation of goal accomplishing skills.

Ooooohhh, and by the wayy, here is a little poo for The Boob Nazi's 1000th Post giveaway extravaganza. Here's hoping I win a necklace with a big ol awesome fish on it! No seriously. Never won a giveaway before, and I kind of enter them all the time, as we should all know by now. It would kind of make my life to win this. For realz.

I will freely admit it now.

As frustrated as I get, and as stupid as it is so much of the time, and as douchey as they may be, I can no longer deny it.

I very much enjoy Mormon Bachelor Pad.

I have spoken detrimentally towards them in the past, and I am in fact on their quotes sidebar, where most of the comments made are pretty pissy.

So basically, although I think they can BOTH be major douches (no favoritism here, boys), regardless, I like reading their blog, and following them on twitter, and watching them do the douchey/faggoty things they do.

I feel there's a word in Spanish that my dear elder brother taught me, that, though it is not an actual word, describes the goings-on at MBP:

Jotería

If you speak Spanish, you will know what I mean, and if you speak Spanish and read MBP, you will definitely agree.

Holla Atcha, Boys.