Man, what a week. Such a week, in fact, that I think this is going to be a post for the ages.
- School is crazy. Add seventeen credit hours, a job, random SI's, social-ness, and family, and you have a recipe for disaster. Or lots of stress. Either way.
- I find sometimes that people can suck. And, whenever I feel that way, I read this poem by Mother Teresa. (emphasis added)

- We had a ward-wide FHE tonight in which we all built hobo houses out of cardboard boxes and tape. We totally rocked the competition, but we failed to receive due recognition. The highlight of our house was the 20 foot steeple we built that we had to anchor to Jake (who was amazingly well outfitted in hobo gear). Pictures to follow. We had discussed strategy ealier and decided that we either had to go for hobo-ness or for elaborateness. We went for the hobo look, and lost.
- I went home this last weekend, and it rocked. We went to dinner on Friday night, then I took a friend to lunch on Saturday, then I went to celebrate a birthday at a restaraunt that sells all-you-can-eat steak. Those who love me know that I like to eat. :) Looks like Val and Blaze and mom and dad love me lots. Even more important than the food, though, was how good I felt as I drove home from Idaho Falls after being with people who I love who love me back.
- I bought a shirt for the big BYU game this weekend that says, "YBU" on the front and on the back it says, "Win or lose, you still live in Provo. 'Nuff said." It made my day when I bought it, and it still makes me laugh when I think about it. My favorite thing in the world is that we never have anything football-related that talks about us winning. All of our shirts/cheers/posters just have insults just like that one that infers that we are going to get killed, but it's okay because we still live in the best city in Utah. Just wait for basketball...