Tubular

Dictionary.com defines the word "tubular" as "of or pertaining to a tube."  I almost got a little teensy bit upset because I thought they were going to leave out the true and sacred meaning.  Luckily for the little people at this illiterate teen's dream site, they included what I was searching for; tubular:

 

mod. excellent. (Surfing and later general youth slang. Having to do with a tube [wave] that is good to surf in.)  :  that pizza was totally tubular.

This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Who decided that the word "excellent" was the most appropriate way to represent tubular? There are plenty of other much better choices.  None come to mind but that's a mere oversight.  

I further expanded my slang vocabulary by checking out the popular "dude." Here is the result: 

mod. excellent. (See also dudical.)  :  The game was severely dude. We won!

What in the name of Totally Kyle is going on? Some sick, sick individual just decided to slack on his research of slang terms and deemed half of them as meaning "excellent?" What's next? Will "da bomb" also be synonymous with "excellent?" I refuse to stand by and let such an injustice pass under the watchful eye of Lady Liberty.  

To join my cause and fight the ever tightening bands of online dictionary incorrectness, please call 1-800-TUBULAR and send a donation. Or hunt down these criminals yourself and egg their houses. Thank you and have a tubular day!

Music of the Brain Mash-up

Feel the melody in the rhythm of the music around you,
I'm gonna take you there,
So don't be scared
I'm right here baby.
We can go anywhere, go anywhere
But first it's your chance,
Take my hand come with me.

Silence had the key to your heart

And who would ever think that you could fall apart

Such a human thing to do

For you.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping.

The works of God continue, And worlds and lives abound;

Improvement and progression Have one eternal round.

There is no end to matter; There is no end to space;

There is no end to spirit; There is no end to race.

 But I'm afraid when I hear stories about a husband and wife
There's no happy endings, no Henry Lee
But you are the greatest thing about me.

Each set of lyrics are from songs that all mean something to me.  Driving around all over the valley wouldn't have half as much meaning if I didn't have the radio to cushion my thoughts.  Music's like a big pillow for my crazy, out-of-order ideas, problems, and realizations.  Sometimes silence is a necessary companion in order to hear the Spirit, but we also need the lyrical sounds to help guide us.  Or to just dance like a boss.  Either one's good.

Oh my head.

Hee hee wouldn't you know it, that head that's just kinda chilling there is mine! Ka-ching :) That was a very weird coincidence as to how I found this video.

I love to see food run.

It's my party...

Please let this all work out.  It's only my third day back from the Ephraim bubble, but I'm already feeling the weight of sitting at home...bored...doing nothing but applying for jobs I'm far too unqualified for.  Please let me find something to do worthwhile.  Don't let these four months go to waste.
Here's my plan, (It probably won't work out the way I want to, but that doesn't mean it won't work out):
1.  Go to the retirement home every Sunday to talk to the people there so that I can get ideas for stories.  It's amazing what's waiting to be written within those unusually clean walls.
2.  Find a boyfriend.  Since they've eliminated the student wards and combined them into YSA wards, I have new hope.  I think I'm ready for a relationship, plus I'm so boy-needy that I would say yes to Chewbacca.  You may call me pathetic, but...oh wait...
3.  Find a job.  I actually should have put this first on my list, but I didn't want to.
4.  Read "Paradise Lost" and finally be done with it.  I've been saying this for about a year now and I'm going to do it dang it.
5.  Go to at least three more Bee's games with Kamron and his friends.  Heckling is the greatest thing ever.
It'll take a miracle for me to accomplish all of this, yet I'm going to put my all into these four months.  If anything, I'm going to have fun this summer.  Call me Criss Angel because I'm going to pull it out of thin air.

Sometimes it's funny...most of the time I want to detach my hand and throw it viciously.

I've heard stories from the North about strange, strange beings who call themselves "regular guys." They're not.  I happen to have the privilege to spend countless hours with one who has the audacity to declare that some girls "don't know what they want" or "are in denial about who they like."  Fortunately these remarks are not directed at me.  Unfortunately they're meant for a close friend so I'm still a happy part of it. 
Why in the frilly heck would anyone keep chasing after someone who has clearly shut you down.  I'm talking "happy-birthday-to-the-ground" style.  And yet he speaks, breathes, and sickeningly yearns for this particular individual.
Let me give you an example.  Some days we look outside our window, and there he is...staring right back at us.  His reasoning for this is that he can't get reception on his cell phone unless he's right in that exact spot.  How convenient. 
How do I cope?  Some days I play the game of "wow, you're never going to get her, shut up."  Other times I play it up and see how much I can get him to flirt with her.  Mean you say? Ha! There's no effective way to getting rid of this kid, so if he's going to be a part of my life I'm going to have fun dang it.  Only two weeks left so lets hope we all survive!

The Worth of a Soul

“That’s just the way it goes.”

Eunice feels lonely sometimes and loves to visit with others.  She has a strong testimony and loves the Manti temple.  She remembers when it was first built and she was one of the first children to do baptisms there.  She never went to college but was married and sealed in the Manti temple and worked hard.  She was close to her dad because she was the youngest and spent the most time with him.  They would go on long trips by horse to the east to get lumber for fencing where they would talk.  She had three kids, two boys and one girl.  One of her sons, Rodney, died in a car accident at the age of 21, shortly after he was married.  His wife never remarried and Eunice has stayed close to her ever since.  She said it’s like having another daughter.  She likes the care center, but admits that it’s nothing like being with family.  Her husband died five years ago and the above quote is what she says when she talks about it.  She is 96 years old.

Eunice is one of the many senior citizens who live in a retirement home.  I've only visited with her a couple of times but I've already learned so much from her; more than I ever thought I would.  Being around her and the others I have the privilege of talking to is very much like being in the temple.  There is a permanent feeling of eternity that surrounds these individuals.  Much like a newborn infant, they are close to the veil and will soon dwell with the hope of the resurrection.