Google was originally called Backrub.

here's a bit of unedited report of my friday:
in seminary yesterday we had to make a picture book in accordance to an assigned chapter from Alma. as a bit of motivation, brother seminary teacher promised a prize. the judge was his nine year old daughter at bedtime. as my group & i read our chapter, i found the chapter morbid & couldn't imagine making a good children's book out of it as of a) all i've to work with is a group of socially akward, white, mormon teenagers &  b) you just can't make it very children book like unless you turn all of the characters into llamas & c) that llama idea was already taken.
so i had the fantastic idea to make the picture book really morbid & creepy. no one in my group liked that idea, but they were to robotic to object. of course it was a bad idea, but what's worse is that i got so exited that i read it to the class. yikes.
it paid off when today we won the contest.

it's impossible to hum while plugging your nose.

guess what's missing.

i got my braces off. it's funny, but i think that i actually got attached to them. i mean, i've been cruising on my awkwardness for so long, we just might miss those days where i wore glasses* and braces.

*let's face it, no one's going to miss my glasses.

during his lifetime, artist vincent van gogh only sold one of his paintings.

if i were brave i'd post that awkward video of me dancing to music only i can hear.
if i were smart i'd stop complaining about homework and actually do it.
if i were an artist, i wouldn't be afraid to share my drawings.


just a couple regrets. you know what? forget this.

you might want to put on some music to make it look less awkward.
that last part there was me dropping my i-pod-putting a rather abrupt end to the music.

:)