First Quarter

Breathing heavy, he spun around another defender, his goal in sight. This was the moment for which he'd been training for months. Three more defenders stood between him and the end-zone. One dived at him from the side, and this was his moment. He pushed off the incoming defender, using the momentum to edge sideways past the next. Putting on a last burst of speed, he plowed straight through the other defender, reaching the end-zone. Touchdown. He spikes the ball in celebration.

But something was wrong. The whistle hadn't been blown. In confusion, he looks for the ball. He sees one on the other team, having picked it up, high-stepping up and down the end-zone, obviously exuberant. The whistle blows. Looking wildly at the referee, he realizes the bitter truth; he had plowed his way to the wrong end-zone.

How could it have gone so wrong? he thought. At the end of the first quarter, the score was 7-0. His fault. He knew he was a capable athlete. What could have gotten him so turned around?

In shame, he runs to the sideline. Three quarters left... Maybe he could redeem himself before the end.

Headlights

Driving down the road at night, minding my own business, when this sports car comes up the other way, just driving with its brights on. Man, does that irk me. Of course, I look down to the right, try to keep it from blinding me so I don't crash, but they saw me a mile out; why couldn't they just turn them off?

Sure, some may rationalize that it's more comfortable to drive at night with brights on, but I don't think that gives her an excuse to flash me. She signed to get that license; she agreed to the laws. It's a simple matter of respect.

I know we all have our agency, but I have no control over what environment I drive in. I don't want to be blinded, but some lights are blinding. Have they no concern about my crashing? What if I crashed into them?

Girls, turn off your flippin' brights.

There's a hole in my pocket

I keep on losing pencils through it.

Looking for a Mechanic

The entire car needs servicing: oil needs change, starter seizes up, air intake partially blocked, transmission rough, rear frame bent, flat tires, loose axles, injection timing off. Engine still seems fine. Gas and wash would also help.

I want to be blogging again

So I'm gonna try now. Because my life rocks. Except I don't know how to really express that.

One thing I'm realizing is that routine can be awesome. Change can also be awesome. I have a lot of both in my life right now. The obvious one is the change, which I've talked about last time. But routine is also good.

I go into work. I go to classes. I do homework. I sometimes eat (need to work on setting up that routine). I read scriptures. I say prayers. I go to church. Really, week in and week out, it all looks quite the same except for a few things here and there. And I love it. I used to worry about married working life, but I'm doing so less now. I can do the same things (or, at least, very similar things) and still be happy doing them.

Speaking of routine, I need to sleep. Bye!

I'll rip your face off!

I won't, actually. But I couldn't think of a title. And, yes, this may be a rant. Of what kind, I'm not sure. But by "may" I meant "will". And that '.' goes there because I want it to.

One problem I have with my blog is that I feel like everyone who reads my blog speaks to me rather often. Though, thinking about it more, I realize that isn't true. But it's felt true, so I felt like anything I could put on here would already be known by anyone reading.

So, for those who I haven't gotten to talk to much recently: Life. Rocks. (I put the periods in for spacing effect; because of how I would say it. They aren't supposed to be separate sentences, but I don't know how to indicate that.) Coming back to Provo has been an amazing blessing. I get to live with four great guys, I have fun classes with wonderful professors, and I have my favorite job again. It's the best.

Sidenote: I need to stop shrugging as I type, because it's tensing up my shoulders.

Another sidenote: I have time right now because I'm staying on campus to get Jdawgs. Oh, the things I do for free stuff.

Third sidenote: Twenty-eight free shirts!

Back to awesome. This is probably my easiest semester ever. Many of my classes have material repeated from other classes I've taken, the classes expecting you not to end up taking the other classes. So, I'm way ahead. Also, I get to play with my circuit components without stressing in the Physics 140 Electronics lab, the easiest thing ever.

Oh, use the comma for separating restatements of the same thing. I was having trouble figuring that out a moment ago. Like I said, ranting.

Hmm... My throat is hurting a bit... dang it.

Ok, to try to stop this from being a TLDR, I'll cut my rant here. I love you all!

P.S. Mr Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra. You can thank me later.

Wait, I have time?

Oh, no I don't. I need to work on mission papers. Cool.