Postal Premier

 Hello, world. 

I suppose this counts as my first blog post. My mother had a blog, you know, and although it did not make her famous or get any readers outside of my immediate family, I read it from time to time. It entertains me. She says dumb things. Well, she wrote down the dumb things that I or my brother said when we were small. I guess it was me saying the dumb things.

Today is Mac Miller's birthday. He was a cool rap guy that I like to listen to. He died because he did drugs that were laced with fentanyl. Don't do drugs, kids. Speaking of rap guys, yesterday, I went to dinner with my mom. After eating at the fanciest of cuisinery (le Olive Garden), we went to Barnes and Noble to wander around (what else do you do at that store). Apparently, they now have a music section. We looked in there and I found a Slim Shady LP CD. It was 7$. So I bought it with my big, grownup money because that's what grownups do. Well, I was going to, but mothership said that she would buy it for me. Sadly I do not have a CD player in my college dorm, but it looks nice on the shelf next to my Beastie Boys Collection CD. If I played either of them I'd probably get expelled from BYU or something anyways.

In honor of Mac Miller (not really, his birthday just happened to be today), I went to the music building with Ellia Hays and Rachel Done to record a song that they wrote and to help them with production. In about 2 hours, we got farther than I ever have on a song before in my life. Ellia's vocals sounded great, and I discovered that Rachel is really good at keeping tempo on her guitar. It is called Alaska, and we'd like to get this released on Spotify or something. That would be cool. If you're reading this and that song becomes famous, I'm just saying I told you so.

I also drove a van at work today. I do a lot of things at work, but not usually driving vans, so that was fun. And it wasn't just a small minivan, no no. It was a 12 passenger van. I had to drive it all of a mile and a half to pick up some randos doing a career trek just down the road. The girl who got in the front seat was a sophomore named Sarah, whom I befriended on the short drive home. She asked if I'd taken the training for driving the big vans, to which I replied, "Nope," and the other 9 people in the van immediately looked up with terror in their eyes. I just do what I'm told around here. Below is a video of my excursion. For some reason, the player looks like it was built around Y2K. It probably was. The video might not even play, so good luck future people who want to know what I looked like. Enjoy it while you can, cause it is in my power to delete this tomorrow. I really could, and you couldn't stop me.

I also forgot to go to my Differential Equations class, in case you were wondering. I went to work on homework for engineering instead because I thought it wasn't till later. Then I checked my schedule and realized I was supposed to have been there 30 minutes prior. Oops. Sue me.