The library. My new home.

So...yeah. I pretty much live here. Since I don't have my own computer, I spend all of my homework time here at the David O. McKay Library. It's wonderful. I get to use these wonderful campus computers...printers...chairs...desks...it's almost as if I own the place. Because...I would really want to own this place. :p

Actually, it's a pretty awesome place to be, I just...spend my ENTIRE LIFE here. Well, the last 2 days, anyway. But unless I buy a laptop, I don't really expect to switch things up a whole lot. What it is.

Also, I get to share these computers with the other 10,000 students here at BYU-Idaho. I know, I know. Your college has more students than that. Wanna know what I have to say to that?

Nothin.

But that's not the point. The point is...I have to come here either before any classes start, or after they're all over if I want to get a computer to use. Before is a little bit difficult, because I work at 8 every morning. So...after it is. I just finished two essays and read a talk by Elder Bednar (which was really good, btw. All about "learning by faith"). Pretty much my life exists as a part of this library, and my 4GB thumb drive. Anything else is irrelevant. Except my bike. That's a big part of my life too.

So, what's new? Not a whole lot. I was late to my first class today. It starts at 10:15, and I get off work at 10:00, but today I worked a little later than usual, so I got to have the incredibly awkward walk down to the front of the lecture hall to the only available seat left.

Other news, I got into Men's Choir! Yay. All I had to do was sing "If You Could Hie to Kolob" a capella, and then sing a few scales. The guy was really nice. He knew Mendy, so we chatted about PHS and their choir program for a bit, and then I was done. :) It was wonderful. Not awkward, not weird, not nerve racking. It was just chill. That's how every audition should be. :)

So...this is my life. I think I'm going to go home now and watch some Brian Regan with my roommates and some friends.

Have a nice day!

-Library-going, bike-riding, 4GB Tenor.

Checking in.

Class starts tomorrow, and I'll probably have a lot less time to be on here blogging. So... here I am, just checking in. I made it to Rexburg alive, and I'm doing well. My roommates are nice and not even very quirky. Except for the guy that microwaves his bananas before he eats them...ew.


Anyway, I'm doing well. I'm eating a lot. That's probably thanks to the miles and miles of bike riding and walking I've been doing. :) It's great mission prep, eh?

I love you all! Don't party too hard without me...

Oh, and...have a nice day, eh? :)

-Joey

Lessons in patience...

Do you ever have one of those days that are just full of...learning experiences? That was yesterday for me. It seemed that everything I did took longer than I wanted it too, and sometimes didn't even work out. I drove/rode in a car for probably 7 hours total (including a 45 minute drive through Labor Day traffic from Provo to Lindon). I went to get a movie ticket, and waited in the forever long lines to find out that it was sold out. It took me until I was stuck in traffic on Geneva for 30 minutes to realize how impatient I was being. That's when I decided that I had better learn something from all these experiences. Maybe someone up top thinks I'm not patient enough. ;) So that's when I cranked up the radio and started singing along, and smiling, and waving to people. You know. Stopping to smell the flowers. But...I didn't actually stop, or It would've taken me 3 hours to get home. :p So...that was yesterday. Patience. Sometimes things just take longer than you want them too. So make the best of it. :) This world is full of wonders. Don't gripe about how you're stuck in a 5 mile line of cars when you could behaving uplifting, happy thoughts. Happiness is a choice. There you have it. 

Be happy!

Um...all of this advice is really for me. You can take the advice if you want, but...I'm the one here who needs to hear all of this. :p 

I'm moving tomorrow. That's so weird. And sad. And super exciting. And...yeah. Can you tell I have mixed feelings about this whole thing? I'm gonna miss all of my sweetawesome Utah friends and family. It'll be good for me. In less than a year I'll be who knows where, preaching the gospel. This is just preparing me for that, eh? :) I'm excited. I really am. I just can't say I won't miss Utah (and Utah's weather, as crazy as that sounds). 

Well, off I go. Don't party too hard without me, eh?

I love you all! 

-Joey

There and back again...

Once upon a time, Bilbo Baggins wrote a book about his adventures. He called it 'There and Back Again'.


This is pretty much like that. Except...I didn't travel all the way to Smaug's lair and come home with trunks full of gold and silver...but I did have some adventures of my own.


Okay, so my adventures on the way to Rexburg, Idaho weren't anything compared to Bilbo's. Pretty much all that happened was that we drove to McCammon, stayed the night, started out for Rexburg the next morning, got lost trying to find Highway 20, remembered that we had an atlas in the trunk of our car, found Highway 20, and then finally got to Rexburg. 




So...is anyone else bored out of their mind?




I am.




Usually blogging is pretty entertaining for me. Today I'm just kind of feeling...bleh. meh. eh...


I've had a tummy ache all day. Maybe that's why...


Oh well. 


I'll say a poem. Ready?




GOD says to me with a kind 
of smile, "Hey how would you like 
to be God awhile And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.

Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"

"Gimme back that wheel," says GOD.
"I don't think you're quite ready YET."




There you go. 


I'm going to go play now.


Have a nice day!


-joey

I'm not ranting.

Today is Thursday. I was outside for a total of about 10 minutes. The rest was spent on the living room couch. Or the family room couch.

Yesterday was Wednesday. After I went to the dentist, the total amount of time I spent outside was however long it took my dad to help me from the car to the front door. ...side door. Whatever. We use it like it's our front door.

My diet: 5 powerades, a can of Spaghetti O's, a bowl of yogurt, a butterscotch snack pack, a few soft fish sticks, and a bunch of water (for the pills. yay).

This is me:

No laughing now...that's not polite.

Okay, honestly if I were you, and I was reading this, and looking at how ridiculous I look, I'd be laughing my head off. The only reason I'm not laughing is because it hurts. :-/

There was this one time when I smiled so many times in one night, that my cheeks started to hurt. It doesn't take much at the moment...

You know what's the best?

Fresh air. It gets so stuffy in here. Aw, man...I didn't go watch the sunset. I was gonna. I glanced at it out the window, but I forgot to go look.

If you had a get out of jail free pass, what would you do?

"We are all on drugs, yeah..."

Don't ever do drugs. Kay? Not on purpose. Drugs are stupid. They don't make you happy. That's what the gospel and family and good friends are for. They'll keep you happier than drugs could ever make you.

Oh, and one more thing about the puffy cheeks...I was reading a scripture, and it said that you should "let your soul delight in fatness". So, don't make fun, kay?

"O hail, Provo High..."

You know, most of the time I'm pretty ADD when I blog. But...tonight is especially...random. "Why can't we ever just have like a salad?" "Be grateful, Juan Pablo. Today is especially delicious. Mira."

I'm gonna go sleep.

Night!

-Cheeks

"O, be wise..."

I just wanted to get on here and say some grateful things while I have the chance. Well, at least, before I can't be grateful for them anymore. Not for a few days anyway... :-/

I'm grateful that I'm not in any pain.

I'm grateful that my face looks pretty normal. Well, normal, as in...how my face usually looks. If any of my sisters were here, they'd tell me that my face is anything but normal. ;) They're probably right...

I'm grateful for the fresh air. Especially when I'm cruising through it on a bike at 45 mph. 

I'm grateful for wisdom. Whenever I think about wisdom, I think about it compared to knowledge. I've always understood knowledge to be the facts. What's right/wrong, true/false, that kind of thing. But wisdom, on the other hand, is putting that knowledge into action. We're smart if we know how to tie our shoes, but unless we actually tie them, that piece of knowledge really isn't any good to us. "What is the number one problem in our community today? Untied shoe laces."

Um, so Flint Lockwood is a little more wise than all of us with his "Spray-on shoes!!!" But...whatever. He's a super genius, eh?

I remembered a quote earlier...oh yeah! I thought of it when I was theorizing about wisdom. Why was I doing that anyway...? Oh well. Here's the quote: "It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man."

I don't know why I thought of that, I just did.

Now I'm gonna go die.

Not really...but...close?

I'm really not very excited about today. Can you tell?

I can.

But...I am me...

Well, Jack Heaton always said, "What doesn't kill you only prolongs the inevitable."

Happy trails!

-Moscas

...and my feet got a bath.

Today I woke up around 9:30. I got out of bed, went upstairs, ate a piece of toast, washed a few pans, and then went for a bike ride with my sis. I think some other stuff happened too, but I don't remember.


It's late, okay? And I'm tired.


And I just remembered a quote: "I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting. "That was fun," I said. "You bet it was," said Nick. "Let's climb higher." "No," I said. "I think we should be heading back now." "We have time," Nick insisted. I said we didn't, and Nick said we did. We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes, then finally decided to head back. I didn't say it was an interesting story."


Yesterday I went to lay sod with Jenny Williams. It was pretty nice after the sun went down. There were nice clouds, and it wasn't hot. Really awesome conditions to work in. Well, we were almost done, and out of nowhere came about 500 kazillion mosquitoes. We left pretty quick after that, but the little hosers still managed to get me 13 times in those 4 minutes.


After I got home from the bike ride today, I called Jack Heaton. We hadn't done anything together in a long time, so we had decided that today when the sun was at it's highest, we would meet somewhere in between our houses and do something. Well, that something happened to be going to the Pick-a-Part junk yard and getting some things he needed for his van (and looking at all the awesome trucks. Duh!). This was probably the most fun I had had in a long time. I know, I know, I sound like such a guy. Well guess what? I am one. 


"You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one!"


Um...yeah. Anyway, I'm a guy. I enjoy taking things apart. I enjoy it even more when I don't have to put them back together. ;) So, we had a blast. After we had all the parts we needed, we were just browsing around, looking at different truck styles and engine parts, and Jack was explaining to me how a clutch worked. Now, this was something that had been explained to me several times before, and I still didn't understand. So, in order to understand how a clutch worked, we found an old manual F-250 and took out the transmission so we could see the clutch ourselves. Now...um...that last sentence was about a 2 hour job. So...don't go thinking it was easy or anything. We were under that truck getting covered in dirt and grease and sweat for 2 whole hours. I don't think I've ever been as black as I was today after taking out that transmission. Every so often Jack would burst out laughing. When I would ask what was funny, he would say, 'We're dropping a transmission. For fun. Hahahahaha!' It was a pretty funny thing to do. Later, we both decided that it was the funnest waste of a day we'd ever had. Anyway, when we finally found the clutch, we took it out, and he explained how it worked again, but this time I actually kind of understood. Well, a little more than kind of. Like, it makes a lot more sense to me now, but if you asked me to explain to you exactly how a clutch worked, I probably wouldn't be able to do a very good job. 


So, triumphant at last, we took all of our spoils back to the check out counter and payed a grand total of $5.50 for everything we had picked-a-part. I kept the clutch, just to have something to show for all that work we'd done. Maybe I'll hang it up on my wall... 


Afterward, we went to Jack's house to, um, revert back to our original race. Once I had removed about 75% of the grease and grime, I called it good. I had scrubbed for so long, and so hard that if I had gone on any longer, I would've started seeing my bones...


Work was from 5:00-11:30. My legs and shoes were still pretty grimy, but oh well. I wasn't making sandwiches with my feet. Ew. 


When I finally got home to take a shower, the drain was full of my sisters' hair. You see, the thing with sisters is that there are approximately 200 million things about having sisters that are good, and there are probably only 5 that are bad. Well...hair in the shower drain is most definitely one of those 5. So, I took a shower, and my feet got a bath.


Moral of the story?


Never play chicken with a semi full of rocket fuel.


Have a nice day!


-Moscas