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I’ve been thinking a lot. However, most of my thoughts are simply rehashes of previous thoughts. For example, Heather told me she liked reading some of my police beat posts. One of the most bizarre of which is the one where the guy had his wallet stolen with two Victoria’s Secret gift cards inside.

Like always, I continue to thinking about dating and the building of relationship. I’ve decided that I’m sticking with my definition of desperate: that it involves ignoring the natural order and process of relationship building.

My new thought for the week is that I’m going to go ahead and continue to assert that the average Fort Collins East Target Super Center employee is more attractive than the average Walmart employee.

Someone told me that I have girly handwriting. Is that a good or bad thing?

The last couple of weeks have been hard. Stressful. I look forward to Monday, which is the start of the rest of my semester.

I am like a zener diode.

I am starting to get tired of the cold. I dream of the days where it isn’t below freezing.

I ate four peanut butter and honey sandwiches today.

BYU basketball plays in The Pit Wednesday night and I hope they win.

I like sleep. I like getting a lot of it.

Today is the last day of classes for me. After my physics lecture tomorrow, all I have left to do is take my physics final exam on the 7th. This is the first December in about 4 or 5 years where I haven’t been completely stressed out. I’m excited too because I actually feel like I can relax a bit and enjoy the Christmas spirit.

I really don’t like going to wedding receptions. All the old people keep poking me and saying “You’re next,” as if that meant anything. Maybe I should start going to funerals and poking the old people saying, “You’re next.” I swore that the next wedding reception I would go to would be my own (I thought that would get me out of having to go to them for a long time). But tomorrow (which is actually later today) I’m going against my previously stated convictions and I’m going to one. The main reason is because I want to see friends who will be there that I otherwise would be unable to see.

Are people with freckles at higher risk for skin cancer?

Am I really ready to subject myself to extreme mental and social pressures again? Am I ready to go back to Provo? Maybe the question I should be asking inquires if Provo is ready for me.

Do any of my friends need a color ink jet printer? I have a brand new in box printer (Epson C86) that I have little use for and I’m wondering what I should do with it.

I made crepes last night for dinner. I made my usual recipe and a recipe out of my mom’s weight loss recipe book, and I could hardly tell the difference. Living at home has caused me to eat healthier, mainly because I have more time to cook, and more foods available.

I don’t know that I’ve ever told this story on my blog, but at the beginning of the term there was new student convocation where the Portland State president and some other people wanted to give some general pep talks and a few other things like that. But unlike BYU, Portland State’s convocation isn’t a part of their orientation program, so it wasn’t very well attended. To help motivate people to come, they advertised a bunch of door prizes and such. Well, the morning of convocation, my alarm went off and I was debating with myself about whether or not it was actually worth getting out of bed to go, and I decided that all I would get done is some extra sleep if I stayed home, so I went, and I sat through their boring speeches and stuff, and then they did the drawings for the door prizes and I won! I got a $250 gift card to the book store. The problem is that I’m only at PSU for a semester, so it isn’t like I needed a lot of books from the bookstore, so in addition to the one book I had to buy, I bought myself an iPod. Now I still have a little bit left over, and I’m trying to decide what I should buy. I’m thinking about a sweatshirt that says Portland State or something like that. Maybe I’ll also buy some general school supplies since those are always good.

Some people write in secret blogs. Some people write so cryptically that no one understands what they are saying anyway. Tonight I hope to achieve both.

I love clean teeth. I mean, I love it when my teeth are clean. I guess I also like it when others teeth are clean, but that takes second place to my own teeth being clean. Fortunately, I haven’t come across appropriate occasion to share a life-saver.

I think I’ve gained some weight this week. Too many pies, cookies, and thanksgiving food. Too little exercise. Maybe the time is appropriate to enact certain plans to keep this putative weight gain from being a problem.

I mentioned a few days earlier that I think I’ve discovered my evil proclivity toward procrastination. I think I get some sort of adrenalin rush off of trying to do things at the last moment. As with many other addictions, there are side effects, and I think at times my addiction messes up my emotional balance. It also causes stress. Fortunately, I’ve gotten pretty good at dealing with this, but that doesn’t mean that over time it can’t wear me down if I don’t seek help in some way or another. It should be a red flag if TV commercials can cause allergic eye reactions. That is unless the commercial happens to be one of those LDS “family: its about time” commercials. They always get me. Actually, there is only about one thing that has a chance to get me, and it is displays of selflessness and love toward others. I’m off topic now, but the point is that I need to find some way to get myself off this addiction.

Sometimes living on a rainy island, isolated from the fears and tears, is worse than riding out the hurricane. Mixing metaphors like it is chocolate chip cookie dough, the seeds being to create new bridges between the worlds. When I reach the other side, will I recognize myself as the person who was worthy enough to harvest the crop? I once thought that I was missing something like crazy nothing, until I found that life-savers dissolve more quickly than one would like. Now I’m afraid to desire that which is departed with fears that I may find the well traveled path. Me and my gang were never enough to resolve the disputes between the heart, fingers, and eyes. Jumping off the train is always scarier than jumping on, but not any more severe than the fright of unknowingly staying on. Angels to comfort; seeing single rather than double; you can help. When I hear the song, I can’t help but to think what if you and I forgot that friendship on the cold night when stars fell from the sky. The most important thing to remember is you. Electrical pulses dancing on the lines, please show me the directions and show me the signs.

BYU beat Utah today with pull-over-mama fashion worthy of never being forgotten.