ORCA ideas

I've been thinking that the idea of getting someone to pay me lots of money for thinking of other great research ideas is a great idea in and of itself. I've been thinking about all sorts of good ideas. I think I will keep a big list of them:

What sorts of applesauces mold the fastest?
Why don't people eat lungs?
Women over 60 on the crusades.
Frequency and causes of in/near-bed fatalities.
The effect of hair gel on social life.

Bran Muffin Goodness

No, this is not about home cookin'. It's dedicated to my roommates blog branmuff.blogspot.com. Any of you reading this one should immediately go look at his. It's much more amusing and interesting.

Thank you and good night.

Sing, sing, sing

This post is to inform you all of my choir concert next week, Sept. 28 and 29. It's the BYU Choral Showcase and I think that all the choirs will be singing. If I can manage to memorize all of my music before then, it's likely to be really good.

Dancing and destruction

So I really like dances. More than normal people. I perhaps shouldn't as much. If any of you have been to a dance with me, you know how I really get into it. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I figure I kinda swing my arms (and my whole body) around in time to the music.

In any case, I was perhaps a little too aggressive last night. I managed to shatter the face of my watch and slice my arm open. Oddly enough, I don't know how I did either of them or if they are related. I was just standing there and felt that there was a crack on the front of my watch, and all of a sudden the whole face crumbled into my fingers.

I didn't even notice that I was injured until I got home and saw blood trickling down my arm. I guess that makes it sound more violent than it in fact was; there was only a little bit, but I like that fact that I have battle wounds from the dance floor.

Perhaps I should be more careful.

Here it comes

So my birthday is really soon. I have no idea what I will do or what I want even. I need a few things, but I think that birthday presents in general should be things that a person wouldn't ever buy themselves if they could. One problem that I have is that recently I buy the things that I want. If it's less than 15 or 20 dollars, I just go and get it. That means that the sorts of things that I want that I don't have are all over 20 bucks, and I feel bad asking for anything over 5. Hmm.

I guess the good thing about all of this is that I have no expectations. I'll be happy with pretty much anything.

Oh, the bitter irony

So any of you that may be reading this may probably already know that I recently broke up with my girlfriend. Most of you don't know the many circumstances surrounding this break-up.

I had been considering calling things off for a while before it actually happened. I was enjoying myself, but I was also realizing that it wasn't really going anywhere. In the long-term, it just wouldn't have worked out.

In any case, last Sunday my roommate came home thoroughly depressed. He had been dating a certain girl for a while who he was relatively sure he wanted to marry, and she had broken up with him. I felt bad for the chap and offered to take him out to dinner that week. It actually turned out to be Tuesday's lunch, and as he thanked me for buying his food, I said mostly in jest, "Don't worry. My girlfriend will probably break up with me tonight and you can buy me lunch sometime."

A few hours later, I was walking home with her, and she turned to me and said "There's something that I need to talk to you about." Really not that surprised, I responded "I know." More surprised than me I suppose, she said "You do?" And a few minutes later, we were no more.

At the time, it didn't really have an effect on me. It's only be recently that I've been looking back and noticing how attached I was even though I didn't really realize it. The biggest sign of any sort of abnormality is that I've been doing more things on whims and especially buying things. I've had some lonely times, but I sure that I'll be relieved and back to normal pretty quick.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here alone on a quiet Saturday night.

Oh where, oh where has my sister's bike gone...

You know what's great about running in circles? You find things that you lost along the way.

Yesterday was one of those busy days where you wake up and don't stop running until you go to bed at 12:30 or thereabouts. In the midst of this whirlwind, I had a voice lesson. It's a good 20 minutes away on foot, so I planned on biking there which is about 5 to 10 minutes away. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the bike rack where I park my bike, I could not find it. To make matters worse, it is not actually my bike but the bike of my sister that I am borrow for the summer while she is away.

I looked around for the remains of the lock that perhaps had been cut through and abandonned. It would've taken some heafty clippers because I had locked it up with a heafty U-lock. Finding no trace, I started racing to my voice teacher's home and called my dad to see if he had a car on campus that I could borrow. He didn't, but he had his bike and kindly let me borrow it. I sped to my lesson arriving only 5 minutes late.

Afterwards, I had my dance class and so rather than return the bike right away, I took to my class and locked it up in the racks there. As I gathered my stuff together after locking the bike up again, I noticed something not so far away: I saw my sister's bike locked up and forgotten from last week when I road my bike to my lesson and dance class, and then didn't think about it again till yesterday.