Last night I had my first experience being hit on by another guy.
We went to this dance club and I was kinda just leaning up against this counter (just taking a break, of course, since I'm such a dancing fool), and this guy comes up next to me and kind of gives me the look up and down and then says "Hey," to which I naturally respond, "Hey."
So then he stands right in front of me with one arm on the counter behind me (kind of in the Rocky position) and he puts his face like 4 inches from mine and puckers up.
Now I've never done very well under this type of pressure, even with a girl (I'm like a deer caught in the headlights), so I don't know what to do, and I just lean away from him and look at him.
The guy realizes my reluctance and leans back and says "Oh, did you think I was going to kiss you? I wasn't."
Relieved, I say, "Oh, good."
"Why good? Am I ugly?" the guy says, with mock shock.
"Ummm..." is all that I can say. The guy just takes it in stride, though, and laughs that if he were really going to try and kiss me he would take me to the bar and buy me a drink first. "That would be a lot more classy," I say, and we just laugh and give each other rocks like guys do, and he goes off to flirt with Turbo Dave (who's a severe homophobe, and had to leave immediately afterwards).
On an only-slightly straighter note, I saw the prettiest girl ever last night at the same club. Troy said he's seen her there before and that she's a lesbian, so nothing could have happened, even if I weren't too scared to talk to her.
Girl Stories
Am I allowed to write about girls on this thing? I get dumped on by enough girls (and vice versa) that I think it would make my blog a lot more interesting if I were allowed to write about all of my drama. The problem with that idea, of course, is that a lot of my friends read this and there's no telling when the girl(s) that I want to gossip about are going to log on and be pissed that I write about them. After all, it was under just such a situation that this page got opened to the public in the first place.
Mullet Poser
I don't really have a mullet, because my hair is long all over, instead of just in the back. Since the color has faded, though, to where it's blond again in the back, but brown(ish) in the front, I think it embodies the philosophy of a mullet: "Business up front, party in back."
PSF
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Anti-Mormon
I used to have this idea of the typical RM guy (his name might be "Peter"), and I hated him: He thought he was so righteous, and that if you didn't dress the same way that he did, he would think that you were a sinner or a bad influence, and he wouldn't be your friend. All he ever talked about was his mission, and it often seemd as if he just wanted everyone to know how spiritual he was, so he had to remind them all of the time. It's hard to be the punk kid around people like that, but I eventually realized that I was judging him just as much as he was me. It's funny, but it's possible that I was inventing that RM guy, because now I can't find him.
I think most of the time people choose whether to be happy in a situation or not to be. It's rare that a situation inherently makes you unhappy. Take Provo for instance. It's easy to have a negative impression of Provo: that everyone is all stiff and nerdy, and that there's nothing fun to do here and no cool people to hang out with. I don't actually think that anymore. Provo's pretty cool. I can do pretty much anything here that I can in the outside world if I want, and it being a college town adds up to a lot of cool people (both Jack and Peter) to hang out with that are in a similar stage of life as me (for the most part, anyway: I guess I am the oldest single guy in Provo).
I think the problem is that at some point people have
decided that the Mormon culture is nerdy, and so they've
decided not to be happy in it. No one can be happy if they've convinced themselves not to be.
Here's what nerdy is: when you're so into something that you can't deal with people that aren't into it as much as you are. I think that can apply to anything (computers, sports, music): I'm only a nerd if I belittle or otherwise can't get along with other people that aren't nerdy about the same thing as me. It is nerdy for people to not associate (well) with others that don't share their religious (or other) views, but it's not nerdy to live your religion. You can be happy with it, but it can't
make you happy or unhappy. That's a decision you make about it.
Halo 3
Last night I beat Halo 2 (just on the normal skill level, mind you). The story is left unfinished at the end--a cliff-hanger, if you will. There's these
rumors that Halo 3 is coming out next year, and I'm not sure if it's reasonable to think that it could come out so soon, but I'd say that there definitely will be a Halo 3. Sunday, Sunday, Someday.
Jordan
Jordan and Ariana got engaged (officially) last night. That seems to be going around. I'd tell the story of how he proposed, but it's kind of over my head: Jordan's thought processes are so romantic that I can't even comprehend it.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Jordan quit Carnaby.
A Three
I called the girl that I was supposed to go out with tonight, and she told me that she couldn't because she was too busy studying, and that I should call her
next semester. She might as well have told me that her hair is so long now that it takes a few weeks to wash it. I deleted her number from phone. Boy, she'll be sorry come next semester.
30 year plan
Ben's dad got us an interview to re-make his company's Web site. AudioDig hasn't yet had a lot of clients, so we were pretty excited and nervous, but I think it actually went well. So with any luck we'll have an actual paying job soon, and then I won't sound like a liar when I tell people that I have my own Web design company.
Ransom Reversal
Jessica, the secretary at work, has this bowl on her desk in which she occasionally puts candy. It's been a few weeks since she's had any, so Roy and I took the bowl, and gave her a note that read (more or less) as follows:
If you ever want to see your bowl again, you will leave candy at this location on your desk. Do not contact the police or the administration.
Signed, NOT Roy & NOT Bryant
While I can't be sure that she didn't tell our boss, I'm pretty sure that the police haven't gotten involved yet. Well she put some candy out, but it was just barely a handful, so I think the bowlnappers just took the candy and didn't give the bowl back.
So today we looked in the cabinet where we had hid the bowl, and it was gone.
As far as I can see, the only solutions are that either (1) someone stole it from the cabinet, in which case we've actually lost it, or (2) Jessica or an accomplish went through our cubicle while we were at lunch yesterday and took the bowl back. Since (1) is pretty unlikely, considering that I work at BYU, we've assumed (2). I'm sure what they want us to do is to go and confess that we lost the bowl so that they can make us feel silly for taking it. We'll show them.
