http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/05/15/iraq.oldest.soldier.dies/index.html?iref=mpstoryview
"A Vietnam War veteran killed in an Iraq roadside bombing this week has become the oldest American service member to be killed in both Iraq and Afghan combat, the Pentagon has confirmed."
I mean, you'd think after he died the first time he would have gone the hell home.
. . .so it is time for another play by play post.
4:29 – Decide to write this post.
4:30 – Debate with myself if I should mention things like “Took a drink of water.” Still not sure, but, either way, I just took a drink of water.
4:31 – Received this IM from Cam explaining why we couldn’t IM each other this afternoon: I begged Bill to sabotage the system. So to play a joke on me he shut down my internet, that's what was wrong
4:35 – T.O. to Buffalo? Haha, that is going to be awesome to watch.
4:37 – This was earlier, but is noteworthy. I got this in one of the reports I was working on today: The insured was there, they let out the dog, the dog wents nuts, they got upset with me, and asked me to leave. Therefore I did not do a interview.
4:56 – You know what really bothers me? Lists that give you five or ten tips on something that is difficult. The idea behind these lists are good, but they hardly ever have any tips that actually help. Take this one I have in front of me that is Five Tips for Job Hunting during a Recession. The first tip is “Stay Positive.” Really? That is your number one? Number five is “Be Persistent.” So I shouldn’t give up? EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS THESE THINGS! It is like reading a dating tips list, and it tells you to “Be Nice.” Oh, okay. So, I should NOT headbutt them in the nose, tell them they are ugly and have an unpleasant smell, and then ask for a second date? Hmm, thank goodness they are getting the word out.
You don’t have any programs or websites or. . .SOMETHING that the lay person might not already know simply by the fact that they are alive? By the look of these shoddy lists, you need just as much help as the rest of us, but apparently writing shat that everyone already knows is recession proof.
5:06 – Calming down.
5:12 – Came home from my mission five years ago today. . .wow.
5:49 – Just asked my friend, Lacey, how Spain was, but she is in the Philippines. Whoops.
5:54 – Off to Harmons.
6:17 – Back. Some old Pennywise came on my ipod and I thought about when I went to California with my buddy Clay when I was fourteen. I could talk about this trip for a very long time, but I want to save it for later.
7:32 - Shuttin it down.
Sorry, I never actually came back from intermission. The reminiscing groove is gone so I don't think I will be picking that back up, but thought I would throw a post on here. I am currently at work and my brain is crying. Also, I have decided that I don't like the smell of paper towels. I also hate the feel of cardboard, but I have known that for a long time.
I am currently wearing glasses because I lost a contact at the Rise Against concert, which was all time by the way! I hope my new contacts come in soon, because I want to wear my new cubs hat, and I don't particularly enjoy wearing glasses.
I watched Sandlot on Sunday. Greatest baseball movie of all time. Which brings me to my next point: Don't smoke crack.
We will get back to Chile in a bit.
Hale Theater is currently doing The Secret Garden, and my brother, Strude, is playing Dr. Neville Craven. Today on the news they did a bit on the play, and my brother talks a little about the it and then sings Lilies Eyes. Check it out. They are the 2nd and 3rd video clips in the middle of the page. But, you should also just go see the entire production. I saw it on Saturday, and it was awesome. If you do go, go on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, or the Saturday matinee to see Strude. There is another cast on the other nights. For real, just go. Get a little culture people!
Also, if theater is yo thang, my brother and his wife run a web site called On Stage in Utah. Check that out as well.
Phone #1 - Forgot on the bumper of my car and then run over repeatedly.
Phone #2 - Thrown out of a moving car on the freeway.
Phone #3 - Ripped in half and thrown against the wall in cold blood.
Why I have high hopes for phone #4 - I was nervous in buying a new phone because I didn't want to get too nice a phone for fear of destroying it again, but I didn't want to get a real crappy one either, because the temptation would be too much. I got a Chocolate. Although free, therefore no finacial commitment, I think it should be okay because unlike any other phones before it, it is my favorite color, black - like my soul. Just kidding. It is black though. The phone. The phone is black. Okay... Also I can put quite a bit of music on it. I am thinking that that should keep it safe. Hopefully. I don't think it has the durability of say, a phone #3 (hence, the being ripped in half).
"Well, you could stop breaking them?" I could, but it is hard for me. They are always with you, and for most part the perfect shape and weight to really chuck something good.
I heard this advertisement on the commercial and I was in a mood where it just really made me mad. It doesn't really make me mad now, but I do still think it is kind of dumb.
When my CD player is really cold it doesn't work at all, so while I was driving home from campus I was forced to listen to the University radio station and an advertisement came on with some kid talking. "You know about air pollution, and water pollution, and even noise pollution, but do you know about light pollution?" The kid explained a little about what light pollution is and then some proffesor started talking about how we should cover up our lights so that only the area that needs to be lighted gets lit. She said how depressed she gets when she can't see her stars at night. Well, Cedar isn't exactly Vegas, is it? If you want to see more stars just head to the edge of town, which is eight minutes in any direction, and then take ten steps and you will be able to see all the stars you want. She then said that light pollution has also been linked to cancer, but you can't really use cancer to guilt people into doing things these days though. Everything causes cancer.
I got all worked up and was yelling at the stupid lady on the radio.
I have also noticed that the last little while I have been a lot more irritable. I have come to the conclusion that my job has a lot to do with. Working in quality control is kind of rough. All I do all day is fix people's mistakes. Some make the same ones over and over again, no matter how many times I tell them. I think now it is starting to spill over into my normal life so that all I do when I am not at work is look for mistakes. So I yell at the T.V. and radio, but also at real people. I tend to tell people how they are wrong all the time. Not really because I care about them and am trying to help them, but because at work I am used to always having the last say, so they should be doing it the right/my way. I don't know how I haven't gotten beaten up yet.
1) I don't remember the first time I went to the drive-thru by myself after I turned sixteen, but I have a feeling it was the greatest thing ever at the time.
2) Do you think it really is Maybelline? I am leaning towards born with it.
This would mark the fourth time I have sent an email to people who were not intended to receive it.
I flooded my toilet. I was stuck there for a while; no plunger and not able to put toilet paper in the toilet. I couldn't really do anything. So I texted C and told him my predicament. Anyway, I managed to get away. It evenually drained, but it was still plugged up, so there was a one flush per four hours minimum I was working with.
About two days later I was still in the same situation due to my laziness to walk around the corner and get Trash's plunger. I ended up spacing the four hour rule and flushed and flooded the bathroom.
I wrote this story, along with some movie quotes and stuff, to a select group of people. There was nothing terribly bad in these emails, but not everyone would find them amusing. Ha Ha, we had a laugh. Then the next day I ended up sending all these emails to almost everyone I knew. I felt a bit sheepish.
This, however, was not the first time this embarrassing situation had happened to me.
The first was when a girl at work and I had been arguing for a few days. I sent C an email telling him she was really bugging me, and I think she hates me. (The 'I think she hates me' was a good thing at the time. This would mean that she would stop talking to me.) I, of course, sent it to her. Oops.
The next one was when C had told me a story of when he got a hold of some anti-mormon pamphlets. One of them said, "Everytime you masterbate God kills a kitten," and there was a picture of a kitten running through a field. The reason this came up was because a girl had that same picture of the kitten hanging in her cubicle. So we had a laugh. The next day I sent an email to C quoting the phrase on the pamphlet to be dumb. I of course did not send it to him, but to a girl I had been talking to over email at that time, so I was in the habit of putting her name in there. I did not realize what I had done until I got her response of "That's disgusting." Which of course it was, being taken out of the context of the story I had been told. That was a bad one.
The last was just asking someone if they wanted to hang out, but sending it to someone I really didn't want to hang out with. Not that bad.
Anyway, I'm sure I'm not done. It will probably happen again. So I will apologize in advance to anyone who reads this for offending them by accident next time.
