Another Flashback

I'm graduating from High School next week. This reminded me of this experience:

I was probably about 9 or 10 years old. We were living at our old house (2 streets over from where we live now). I was sitting on my bedroom floor looking at the coin collecting book my parents got for me for my birthday, on the page for the state quarters. Each state's slot fell under the year its quarter would be released. I remember looking at the four slots for the year 2008 and my heart sinking.

"I'll be able to drive." I thought. And I started crying. Just the fact that this year was in the foreseeable future, that it was written in this book, scared me to death.

I don't cry about growing up any more, but it is weird to think that my life is going to change more than ever before in the next year. The next 3 months, really.

I'm so stoked. Bring on the world. Bring on college, mission, career, family. I know--I have invincible teenager syndrome. And I love it.

Word Documents From My Computer Through The Years

1st 9th grade essay
AP Euro Summer project
6 Dollar Burger Poem
Blog fill in the blank story
Concert Critique
Conference Bingo
Cougar Report
Cover for poem project
Cover for SBO portfolio
Diabetes Scholarship Application
Edited Blog Stories
Essay Rewrite
Favorite Quotes
Hell Newspaper
In the Valley of Prumbles
Jack Handy Quotes
Josh's Poems
Josh's Resume
Josh's Short Story
Life of Pi and Lord of the Flies
Mr. Rogers Newspaper
Mr. Wolf
On Top of Water
Reflective Writing
Sacrament Talk
Stats Project
Sweet 16 Invite
Waterskiing Project
Writing is...

Flashbacks

A couple days ago I went to Carl's Jr. After finishing all but the little bit of Sprite and the ice in the cup, I left it in the truck. A few hours later, on my way home, I grabbed the cup to sip the remains of my drink earlier. The mostly-water-but-Sprite-flavored liquid hit my tongue.

Almost as realistically as a time-traveling, cartoon vortex, I found myself sitting in a gold toyota. I was in the passenger seat with my dad, parked in a neighborhood in provo, finishing a whopper before kick-off. Greg Wrubel's voice was examining the game weather conditions, and it had taken so long for me to finish the massive burger that there was just a small mixture of melted ice and sprite in the bottom of my cup. With painful realization, I found myself slamming back down into the present, sitting in my truck, and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.

I miss BYU football.

Yesterday I took advantage of the chance to drive our Mazda rather than the truck and plugged my ipod into the tape converter. With the ipod on shuffle, I found myself listening to "Sunny Days" by Jars of Clay. With the same reality previously described, I was transported into a small, white-and-purple glastron boat on a 90 degree summer day. I was laying in the bow of the boat, listening to the stereo play a CD entitled "Lake Favorites." My muscles were completely exhausted, having taken a beating the previous two or three days of the lake trip. My original sunburn was turning into a nice tan and I was with a few of my favorite people in the world.

I miss waterskiing.

Bathroom Humor (not really)

Okay, this might be slightly awkward, but what is the deal with not flushing the toilet in public bathrooms? I've never walked into someone's bathroom in their house and found leftovers, so what's the deal with public bathrooms? I've tried to come up with any explanation and nothing makes sense.

Laziness? Can't be. Pulling a handle? Even lazy people do that.

Just forget? I doubt it. If you don't forget at home, you couldn't forget in public.

Humor? I just don't see how this is funny. Even if you have some twisted sense of humor and would get a laugh out of that, you don't get to see the reaction, so how is it funny?

Also, scratching swear words into the wall? What the heck? Do you really feel like a big shot? Anyway, I just don't get it.

Thoughts to ponder. Haha

Senioritis

Oh how I wish I could graduate right now.

I always said that I'd never have a problem getting through high school; I've never had trouble coming to school and sitting in class.

I was wrong.

I'm pretty sure I must have done something horribly wrong to deserve the punishment of sitting in class every day, wishing I was at BYU or serving a mission.

Blah.

Little Brother

I'm so sick of Utah fans around here.

Friday I was watching the Cougars win their first tournament game since 1993 in the library at my school during lunch when a bunch of people showed up in utah apparel and started cheering loudly for Florida. When asked about how the Utes did this season they promptly (and expectedly) responded, "I don't follow Utah basketball."

Of course you don't. They suck this year.

I just saw a post on Facebook from a Utah fan cheering on the Kansas State Wildcats.

Look, you don't have to cheer for BYU. I don't cheer for Utah, even when it's "good for the conference." Call me irresponsible and immature; I still don't cheer for them. But seriously, at least I have the decency to keep it to myself.

Utah didn't even make the NIT--the loser's bracket.

Grow up, Yewts.

It's 11:31

and I feel like writing something short.

Few February Fridays,
those normally numbing times,
can meet the magnificence
of today.

:)

Dear Josh:

The Admissions Committee is delighted to inform you that you have been admitted to Brigham Young University to begin Fall 2010. Through your preparation and personal achievements you have distinguished yourself from a very strong group of applicants. We believe you will make a positive contribution to our BYU community. It is a great pleasure to welcome you to our campus to pursue your educational goals.

Warmest regards,

R. Kirk Strong
Director of Admission Services

Accept Decision
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I will be attending BYU.

I've decided

that texting has actually been good for my writing skills, in a weird way, and as weird as that sounds. Here's my reasoning:

First off, I don't use the texting language (i.e. not using commas, saying txt instead of text, R for are, U for you, etc). The only habit I have gotten into is not capitalizing "I," which I feel bad about every time.

Secondly, and more importantly, I think being able to say what you mean in 160 characters is a valuable skill. My college entrance essays this year had to be 200 words or less, which is VERY limited space. I hate to say that texting helped me, but I certainly don't think it hurt.

Random thought of the day :)

It's My Life, It's My Blog

I really don't have much to say today.

I'm hopefully going to the temple tonight and then to the Viewmont Hockey game.

I have an appointment with my endo (diabetes doctor) tomorrow.

I'm nervous.

Last time was my worst visit ever because I was not maintaining good control of my diabetes.

This time should be better.

They take a test that measures your blood sugar control over the previous three months.

I hate doing it. So much trepidation.

Anyway, hope everyone is doing great, I really am loving life, I just don't have a lot to say today.

Oh, I'm waiting to hear from the BYU admissions office. :)