Showing posts with label Blogger people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogger people. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Questions from Stephanie


1. Panda or Koala?
PANDA. Because the only reasons Koala's are really even "safe" is because they're too stoned to think and I don't know if I trust a stoned animal with ridiculously sharp claws. o_O
2. Would you rather shoot one friend or ten total strangers?
It sounds possibly sadistic, but one friend. If they're doing something so stupid that they need to be shot, I'd rather be the one to do it than to kill 10 people.
3. What's your favorite number? Why?
7. Because it's one more than 6, and I've always liked the look of the number. It looks like a cliff edge that slopes inward. And that reminds me of Wile. E. Coyote videos from when I was younger.
4. Where you you see yourself in 5 years?
Married. And sealed, in the Temple, to my amazing wife, who may be pregnant. Probably in a house. And I'll own a gun, because the way this country is going, I'm going to feel the need to have some form of protection for me, my wife, and my possible unborn child.
5. What is your scariest memory?
When I was like 9, there was a tornado in Salt Lake City. Torrential rain was pounding against the windows. I walked back and forth, pacing, because my mom was driving somewhere in the storm. It seemed as if buckets of rain were being continually smashed against the windows. Lightning and thunder were common and close. Finally, mom drove back, and I gave her a hug, but she was gone for like 7 hours. That was pretty terrifying for me.
6. Do you like peanut butter?
YES. REESE'S FTW!
7. Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
Too hot. I can deal with heat. I don't do well with cold. Heat makes me want to relax. Cold makes me want to slaughter something violently.
8. Does it annoy you when people point out innudendos?
Yes. Beacuse I know what it's like to have a gutter mind, and I never EVER want to be that kind of a person again. It's horrible. And yes, they may be everywhere, but I'd rather keep my mind clean than focus on sexually oriented material.
9. What happens when you get really hungry?
I get irritable and I really really need to eat something before I start shaking. I can be a bit of a bomb when I'm ravenous.
10. Have you ever broken anything? How?
I was swinging on a soccer goal post that lacked the netting when I slipped and tensed up just before hitting the ground. I had a hairline fracture on my left humerus. That sucked.
11. If you could change your family somehow, what would you do?
I'd add a girl or guy that was my age and had the same or very similar interests as me. I feel like I really want someone to be close to that I'm biologically related to, even if it's somewhat distant, that I can talk to a lot.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Singles' Ward and stalking blogs

The Singles' Ward wasn't that bad. It's very easy to feel lost when you've been in a family ward (read: congregation) for most of your life, and then suddenly you're alone, with no one that you know personally aside from vague mental fragments of their face, as if you're remembering them from a past life.
However, I did meet 3 people. Christian, a high councilman, or at least a member of the Bishopbric; Zack, who gave a talk and is a return missionary; and Francis. Two boys and a girl. Zack gave me a ride home and I think he might be one of the people that aren't necessarily going to become my good friend, but I can at least depend on him.
Now here comes the second part of my title, which may or may not scare people.

I'm innately curious, but passively so. When I'm interested in something, I google it and may spend several hours looking up that topic and things relating to it. However, other than that, I don't often look things up just to read about them. Today seems to be one of the days where I research and my curiosity is bubbling over.
I've read quite a bit (or at least skimmed) over Stephanie's blog. I knew her most/best during the Kendra days, and so that's probably why I'm never mentioned. I don't mind. It's just strange reading about someone that you--through your own fault--have drifted away from. It's like watching a half-forgotten movie's sequel. You know the characters and their personalities and how they were, and suddenly you're seeing how they are now, after time has passed. It's very interesting. And now I'm making them look out to be some kind of a case study. I mean, it's interesting to see what happens to people when time passes.
One of the people that comments often on Stephanie's blog is named Jay, and after a quick check of their blog, I followed. Or whatever it's called here. On tumblr and twitter it's called following. I'm not really familiar with whatever "blogger" lingo there may be here. *shrugs*
I will try and put a post limit here per day. I can talk a lot, about nearly anything, for hours. But for now I think I'll try and keep it under like 7 posts a day. That's still a lot, I know, but understand this:
I have thoughts constantly about quite a lot going through my head at any given time, except when I'm sleeping. I also have a lot of time on my hands. Ridiculous amounts of time. That will cease once I get a job, but only in part. When I'm home, you can bet that I'll still be thinking and writing and posting.