Post 1

DISCLAIMER: So I made these posts the last three weeks but my blog freaked out on me so I had to start a new one. I'm just going to copy and paste the first three posts that I wrote for class and then update it periodically. This was the one I wrote the first week of class.




Hello world. It’s me again. Remember when I started a blog last year and promised to update it all the time? Neither do I. I’m 99.9% sure that was all a dream. I think we all must have been hit with the Men in Black memory eraser thing because I would never say that I would do something and not follow through…


Mom if you’re reading this I will pay you twenty dollars not to dispute me on this.


Just be cool lil’ Mama damn.


Today is the first day of my junior year. I’m well on my way to becoming an adult. Albeit one that still watches Arthur, but hey, no one is perfect. Well except for Arthur. That little aardvark is a sexy thang.


So as I sit here at my computer in the glorious place that is the BYU library I am coming to a frightening realization. College is half over.


Like WUT. DA. HECK?


They say (ok well only me but it is gonna catch on) that “One man’s existential crisis is another’s thought process on any given Monday afternoon.” And I definitely had one this morning as I walked to my first class. All I could think about was my future and what I am going to do and who I am going to marry and what I am going to have for lunch. While in the midst of this crisis I didn’t look where I was walking and proceeded to nail a freshman girl with the left side of my body.


It was all okay though. She got up, dusted herself off, and proceeded to ask me where the Clyde building was. I didn’t know. I’m a junior not a genius. I also honestly have no clue how I’ve survived at BYU as long as I have.


I told my mom this last weekend that due to my “unique” personality and “different” political views and “interesting” looks that I will most likely die alone. Well I guess I won’t be alone. I will have six dogs that will most certainly eat me after I die making an open casket funeral very unlikely.


That is not the point though.


The future is scary. But so is the present. It’s also a myriad of other things. The present is exciting and new and chuck full of opportunity. Some people have problems with thinking ahead and preparing for the future. My problem is the exact opposite. I worry about the future the way my mother worries about me on dark freeways late at night.


So my goal as this new school year begins is simple. I’m gonna frick’ da future. Obviously I will plan ahead in my day-to-day life and schooling because my personality prevents such spontaneity and irresponsibility. I was that kindergartner who asked for homework…But aside from that, I am going to wing it. If I go on a date with someone I will not think about all his flaws and how we won’t work long-term or how he might go bald too soon. If I get a B on a test I will not immediately think to myself “Well I may as well find myself a nice bridge to live under because college is a bust.”


Instead I will try my darnedest to live in the now and enjoy my life.


I know that everything is going to be ok. I know that I will eventually find my way. But until that point I’ll be here. In the library. Eating cheese sticks the wrong way and watching Arthur.