Ewwww

In anthropology the teacher said, "domestication of animals" and then someone behind me said, "ewwwww"


and then in my head I said, "what?"

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I don't know how this got there. It is funny that this would happen to my dad, but for some reason it seems like it fits, as in it's something that would happen to him. He gets more junk mail than anyone I know and it's all about this same above stated subject matter.

I will call him later when he gets off work so I can fix it.

Reflections of Dorm Life

Here is a picture of me when I was sick and I didn't feel very good.

I have to write a paper and it's 2 a.m. I hate writing papers. It has become one of the hardest things for me to do since being in college. It takes me so long to finally get started and it takes me so long to painstakingly crank it out. Usually it comes to a point where it's due the next day and it's late and I'm tired and I think, I don't care if it sucks I'm just going to do it and at least get some points. But usually the paper isn't that bad.

Some days I feel so emotionally exhausted. I cannot wait until the dorm life portion of my life is over. I have learned to live with it but I still don't like it. I think the main reason is that I can't handle people. All through high school I had gotten used to doing my own thing in peace and quiet most of the time. I miss having those breaks. Sometimes I got lonely, but there is a balance between time spent with others and time spent alone. I was more content with life back then.

Sometimes I can't stand aspects mainstream culture. Example: the idea that guys are only friends with girls they would date. Stupid, stupid, stupid! STUPID! I hate that idea, and it has absolutely no foundation, other than the fact that males are socialized into such a ridiculous idea. Another thing that bothers me: the approach that people take to romantic relationships. It seems to me that there is this distance between males and females in relationships that is created because it is viewed as just a game. (A game when taken in the context of BYU has eternal consequences.) It feels like people aren't connecting with themselves and others. One day I saw a poster for a "Healthy Relationship Conference" hanging in the Wilkinson Center. One of the classes was entitled, "You tricked me but that's OK." It made me angry. Well I guess once you are married then there is not a lot you can do but learn to live with it, so there is a place for that kind of class; however, I feel that there should be a class teaching people how to stop treating marriage like a game or a conquest and to start being honest with themselves and others, so they don't have to trick people. I hate it when people show more loyalty to their friends than their girlfriend and/or boyfriend. For one, I don't feel that's the right way to approach a relationship, and two, I don't think caring friends should try to demand more loyalty, they should give you your space if you need it. I think if friends were actually observant and caring they would recognize that and just let you have your space, not selfishly try to bend you to their will. Mainstream male culture would call me a "Hoes before Bros" guy, and I guess you're right, but mainstream male culture can go to hell.

One other thing, I am so thankful to have the roommate that I have. There are some people who live on my floor that would drive me absolutely crazy. In fact they do drive me crazy, but if they were roommate it would be unbearable. He is funny, he is nice, and he isn't overbearing.

Sometimes I am afraid that I don't entirely communicate my ideas and people read them and get the wrong idea. I am afraid that people might get that feeling from this. Oh well.

Killer

Holy cow.

Anti-life

In contrast to my last post, sometimes I see people doing things and I lose all faith and hope in humanity and I think, "I'm sick of living on this earth with these people."

I felt like this today. Once this morning with a total jerk in the Cannon Center and once a few hours ago outside in the parking lot while I was riding my skateboard.

Life

Sometimes I see people and suddenly I feel so happy about life and I am happy to be alive doing what I'm doing and happy that they are alive doing what they're doing. Today when I saw an old man with a long beard and a fuzzy hat riding his bike down the street it made me feel this way. The man looked exhausted and he didn't necessarily look happy but it made me happy to see him riding his bike. Ah life!

Dallin and the Perverts Den

Tonight was pretty fun. I should have stayed home and slept and rested and worked on homework, but instead I went to this dance party that my friend Hillery invited me to. I took some Western Family style Dayquil and danced my heart out. My lungs started burning and all of my muscles ached but it was really fun. My friend Dan, who lives on my floor came with me. Then some other kids who lived on my floor showed up and talked me into going to this other party. I suspected that I wasn't going to like it. And I was right.

It sucked. Sucked so bad. Everyone was just standing around and those who were "dancing" were just, for the most part, dry humping each other. The music was quiet and it was this really slow hip hop. (I don't mean to sound elitist) but everyone there was the kind of kids who think they're cool but aren't really cool. (But I guess in a mainstream MTV kind of world maybe they are cool?) There was probably someone there who I'd actually really like and really get along with. I shouldn't write off all of the people there. I couldn't really see anyone in the dark. But it was just a reminder of why I like the people I like and why I like the things I do. Also, there was a whole lot of stomping going on at the first dance party, and no stomping at the second.

So I decided to leave the sucky party and go back to the first one, but on my way there I forgot to turn on my lights and I passed a police officer and got picked up. I felt like he was trying to accuse me of something. He asked where I came from and where I was going. I felt the pressure of his questions and I kind of started stumbling with what I was saying and then I was afraid that he was suspicious I was trying to hide something. Then I got a ticket because of my headlight. But if I fix it and take it to the police station then it will go away.

When I got back to the fun party my body felt so achy and tired that I ended up just leaving. And now it still feels like that and I really need to go to bed and I'm afraid I'm going to be even sicker tomorrow because I exhausted myself and I have to wake up at 8 a.m. for church.

Oh yeah, and I bought the new camera and I took these pictures throughout the night.