Dancing at Two in the Morning

How do you make something inherently boring sound exciting? This is the challenge before me. For instance all I really do with my summer life is eat, work, sleep, repeat. ….Not very exciting is it? The most exciting thing I’ve done thus far this summer is rock climbing last Saturday. I’ll see about climbing again this Saturday but I may end up spending most of my precious time doing absolutely nothing.

Then again what am I complaining about?? In approximately 30 days not only will I have a part time job, but I’ll also be juggling an academic and social life. Well, that’s the hope at least (meaning social life), but after the fall semester get’s under way I’ll be doing school work up to my ears, stressing about my major, work, and girls. So why not just enjoy the boredom? I guess that’s the paradox I face. When I’m extremely busy I long for boredom and relaxation, but if I sit around too long doing nothing I feel lazy and have the desire to be busy. Maybe someday I’ll balance out and just be happy with what is happening in life.

Today was pretty dang awesome. My brother from the same mother, Andy, works at Mad Jacks Ice Cream Concoctions. MJICC. An awesome ice cream store which freezes sugar and cream with liquid nitrogen to form ice cream! It’s great. They are pulling an all nighter tonight, loud music, good company and good ice cream. Well Sam and I drove down at 2 am this morning and we bought us some ice cream. We were the only ones in the store, besides Andy who was working, and George Chittenden a member of my home ward who owns the store. Well with the music blaring we “Got Jiggy With It” and started doing all sorts of goofy dances. I busted out my Staggering Deer dance, Sam did the Jambalaya Bear, and Andy the Scurrying Squirrel. George even jumped in and did the dance that Charlie Brown always does in the cartoon movies. It was sweet! For the uninformed reader these are insanely idiotic dances we came up with in our plethora of spare time this summer. It is not encouraged to ask to see these dances as the performer and the viewer will both be embarrassed. George also took some small one liter bottles filled them up with liquid nitrogen and made the equivalent of a dry ice bomb at 2 in the morning. It’s funny because even though he’s in his mid 30s he still acts like a big kid. After that Sam and I drove back home with the windows down letting the cold air shiver our bodies and the music decibleage high so as to keep alert. …it was 3 am when we left after all. Thus I now sit at my computer writing my thoughts.

I’ve found I enjoy blog writing because I assume everyone who knows me will want to read this and I enjoy writing for an audience. I just hope this doesn’t completely take away from my journal writing. After all it’s good and essential to have a place where you can write all your private thoughts and feelings you just need get out.

First for Everything

Well first off I've never been one to do something just because everyone else is doing it. A good friend of mine however, suggested that I keep what has become known as a blog. After thinking about it for a mere 2 minutes at 1:40 A.M. in the morning I thought "Why not?" ....Yes yes, I understand the wisest decisions and best battle plans aren't necessarily hatched at this unnatural hour, but for someone who wishes to begin a potential writing career I feel this will give me an outlet for writing my opinions and all other things that pop into my wildly imaginative head.

Thus I start a journey not unlike that of Lewis and Clark, although I doubt I'll find a Native American woman dressed in deer skins to lead me on my path, or a journey like that of NASA landing the first man on the moon, however this will not be a giant leap for mankind. Anyway I'm just babbling and trying to sound "Epic."

Well ladies and gentlemen; the hour has arrived for me to hit the hay. Speaking of which, where did they come up with that phrase, hit the hay? I suppose back in the old days they slept on hay, and maybe before actually going to sleep they’d hit it to send all the little bugs scurrying for another home? That sounds good. I’ll stick with that until I hear otherwise.