If I were to hypothetically take some paper, shred it into little pieces, and then smush it together with some water, did I make new paper? What if I were to roll it out into tablets (not sheets, it's too thick)? I don't think that you just made paper. I think you just put old paper together. If I were to cut up a child and smash it back together with some water or the child equivalent, would it be a new child? Even if I mixed and matched parts? No. You have made a defiled corpse and are psychotic. You will also be going to federal prison and likely be executed, you sicko. I would like to take a national poll of this because I think I am right. This exact debate occurred earlier this evening, so thus explains the title.
This morning I didn't shower (because I showered last night, for you judgy people), so I woke up with anime hero hair. I tried getting it wet, but 18 years of life has taught me that fighting follicles is futile. Look at that alliteration. Literal literary genius. I decided that I would be wearing a hat today. It didn't come off at all today and is on my head as I write this. Womp, womp. I ran into Truly Carter on my way to class, who I met at orientation and became good friends with. She asked if I was going to the devotional, to which I explained that I hadn't been since week one of school. She laughed and said that it's okay, and then we talked about other stuff until we arrived at my building. Halfway through class, Ethan texted me and asked if I was going to the devotional. I thought about it and then decided sure, I'd go to the devotional. I knew that it was David A. Bednar, so I also knew that it was going to be in-shane-ly crowded. I went and called Truly on the way to discover that she had to sit with her sister who drove from American Fork to attend. I found Ethan, then looked at the sea of people that were here to hear this dude. Wild. I will attach a photo.
My brain laughed on the inside, but I figured that some people around me might be upset if I laughed. Long story short, Bed-dawg pretty much quoted a bunch of dead guys and then added a bit about not cheating with AI (perfect for the college kids) and how it will diminish your growth and prevent your eternal progression. If God doesn't have a route for people who use ChatGPT to write their weekly religion essay, then I think that most of the world is probably screwed on Judgment Day. Just sayin'. The person behind me had one knee out, so I had to sit with a curve in my back for an hour. Oh yeah, and the people in front of me were as close to making out as you can be without making out. So all in all was a wonderful experience. Would highly recommend to a friend. The only reason I give 4.5 stars is because they let his wife speak first. I would have preferred more of his prepared remarks.
Thinking that I was about to be late for the legendary Mike Pope's Greek and Roman Literature class, I walked briskly to the MARB, only to figure out that class didn't start for another half hour. I turned around and sat on a bench outside the classroom, then realized that the girl I was sitting next to was Katy Hansen! Katy is roommates with Elise, Miriam, Ashlee, Lauren, and Claire, so I knew her somewhat. This had happened once before, but we didn't really talk about anything of substance. I asked her if she went to the devotional, and she said she hadn't been since the first week either. I was like omigosh same girl (in normal vocabulary terms) and then we struck up a conversation about how we've felt at BYU. I can't go into detail about what we talked about, but I can say that we seemed to have pretty similar sentiments and opinions about things. This was especially odd considering what they were, and we kept talking until class started. I'd thought Katy was one of those stereotypically pretty dance girls or something who I wasn't cool enough to talk to. Turns out I was wrong. Walking into class, I thought "Hey, I should text her and say that I appreciated our conversation and that it was nice to talk to someone who seemed to think like I do," but I didn't. I'm very much afraid as coming off as overly eager about things and that it'll scare people off. I figured that I would just see her again the next week and we'd talk again at some point. GUESS WHAT? As I sat down in the broken chair in the 3rd row of the class, I got a text from none other than Katy echoing exactly what I was too scared to say. Wild. We texted periodically through class, and then she asked if I liked cars. I do like cars. They are one of those super cool things that I wish I knew more about but don't really know how to learn about them. I want to buy old cars later and fix them to be really cool again. You'd think I might've learned my lesson the first time, but I answered yes and feigned serious interest. She then said that I should join the BYU Racing team, and then explained that she does marketing and that they need more engineers. It was a low time commitment that fit perfectly in my schedule. Wild again. Next week I will go to their meeting and decide on a team to join. I don't think I will be told that none of the teams are for me and to make a new one, but anything's possible. Anyways, I think Katy's really really cool and I want to be better friends with her.
After speeding through work assignments, I went home and did my laundry. I then went with Elise to an opera competition performance in the music building. It was great and I liked it, but I seriously could not watch their faces without laughing. They looked so silly, and a lot of them had stupid dances to go with their performances. To prevent myself from being unintentionally rude, I watched the walls and the pianist instead. Elise felt bad because I think she thought that I was only going because she invited me and made me feel like I had to go. She was sort of right, I wouldn't have gone without her, but I did enjoy it and I'm glad I went. We then walked to the Marriott Center to catch the last 40 seconds of BYU vs Houston, a game that they had a chance to close out for a win, but didn't. They missed an open 3 that would have sent them to overtime. Pretty good, considering Houston was second in March Madness last year. We went back to building 6, and Claire and other basketballers returned from the game moments later. They announced they were going to sing happy birthday to someone and that I couldn't come because it would be weird. So, I stayed there and talked to Lauren instead about dating. We talked about her recent plans to attend the gala in the Museum of Art with Jozen, and then talked about my dating life, which is mostly full of confusion and complication. I have things that I would want to say to someone with full context watching my life or reading this, but I cannot say them here because without full context I would send the wrong message. If you are a reader and you are actively related to anything I talk about, you'd better keep this on the confidential. Otherwise I'll blacklist you so that you can't read these words ever again. Can I do that? Doesn't matter, I will find a way. This includes speculative discussion about what you think I meant in something or trying to read between the lines with a partner, roommate, or family member. I wrote everything I wanted you to know. If I didn't include something, it was because I'm smart enough not to include it. This blog is a solitary experience, a product best enjoyed alone. If my life complicates because of words that I wrote, I will have no choice but to change the URL and keep it a secret. Don't make me do that. I have no clue who is reading these other than those who've told me that they do, so this is my message to all of those under-the-radar fellas and mellas.
This is officially the latest I've gone to bed this semester. You should be proud of me. I am going to bed now, goodnight. I've thoroughly enjoyed our time together.
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