Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I love you, California

A few weeks ago I went on a road trip to California. My friends Bryce and Brittany were running a triathalon, and I just came along for the ride.
Here are excerpts from the notes the trip inspired:
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I think I definitely need meditation time in my life. The ability to just sit and think about my life after I wake up is wonderful.

I love the group mentality of people at athletic races, it is just awesome. Everyone is trying to be their best... I think I'm going to pretend the rest of my life is a marathon. Because it is. 

(this was inspired by listening to a musical in the car and hearing them say "your life will never be the same)
Is there something wrong with wanting your life to be the same? I've had some of the hardest times in my life come from my life changing when I didn't want it to. What's wrong with same-ness?
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I loved this trip.  We got to visit Ventura beach (I didn't get pictures because it was dark out) but it was so cool because I felt like I knew California from how much west coast punk music I listened to growing up. It was like a pilgrimage to Mecca, finally being where Andrew McMahon was talking about all those years ago.

This is the lake where the triathalon was held.






Beautiful California:





p.s. San Dimas high school football rules! (see also: Loni Philbrick-Lindzmeyer's punk rock mix, opening song, The Ataris)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Daily News

Today I:
Found out people actually read this blog. Although this is exciting, it is also rather intimidating. Here we go self-consciousness, nice to see you.
Presented an article in American Literature class purporting that if Walt Whitman lived today, he would sympathize deeply with the movement known as "Rock and Roll."
Saw S-blade and he said that he and Whitney are moving in a month! Sadness! Called Whitney, to affirm.
Saw one of my friends from freshmen year in line in the testing center and didn't actually try to talk to him because whenever I see people from that set I feel embarrassed remembering how self-conscious and awkward I was that year. Who wasn't? But I still don't like to bring up those feelings, so I just don't say hi. Sad, isn't it?  It's easier to get to know new people than to talk to people you've known a long time. I feel like I recycle the same conversation with person, unless I am actually a close friend. I eavesdropped what he was saying to his buddy in line anyway. I really do want to know how he's doing.
Ran (read: jogged/walked in intervals) 4.7 miles in one hour.  My fastest mile was 9:48.
Ate delicious Japanese Eggplant pizza
Had to leave the room so I could laugh as loud as I wanted to when Cameron told Katy (in regard to his virgin lips) "We could change that right now." Oh my gosh, I love that kid.
Watched Channing Tatum. The most graceful man I have ever seen.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

que lastima

One of the elders I worked with every week, and was a great worker, went home before he left the MTC.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Irony

I found this pen on the floor of the JSB.
I can only imagine that the person who borrowed it couldn't  (didn't have time to or couldn't remember where it was from in order to) return it to where it belonged, and rather than living with the guilt of a marked pen, abandoned it between the sleeping benches.

Naturally, I kept it.   It's homeless now.