It’s sort of crazy that Heather Armstrong and I live in the same state. I’ve been following her for quite a few years now. I met her and got her autograph when she came to New York to promote a compilation of essays from different bloggers about fathers.

But she’s the keynote speaker for a ribbon cutting of a new wing of the Neuropsychiatric Institute in Salt Lake City on Tuesday morning.

When I first started reading her blog, I found out about her Mormon upbringing, her graduation from BYU, and her politics. And I kept reading because everything was so well-written and her life after college was very interesting. I’ve truly enjoyed being able to see into parts of her life.

And instead of seeing her in person as just a famous blogger, it would be a great opportunity to hear her speak about mental health, which is a big reason why she’s a famous blogger.

Because mental health is important. And I’m interested in what she has to say.

Come along if you want to.

There’s a primordial attempt at a New Year’s entry slurrying around in my brain. We’ll see if it’ll actually take shape.

In the meantime, read two stuffs from nice and awesome friends.

1. This was a lot of fun. I’m glad we could get together, but we shouldn’t let another 16 years pass before it happens again. Capiche? Happy New Year, old chum.

2. Amy is a nut. Since I can’t decide on a public identity, I was polling people for how my name should appear in print. Then I asked for help on a 50-word bio for the school literary journal that’s going to publish one of my stories.* She’s brilliant anyway, but this seals the deal.

*That’s a piece of good news that I had intended to share, but I wanted to wait until the journal went to press. Almost there.

The other blog’s been active for all of two days and it’s getting heavier daily traffic than this one. You like the focus, eh? You like the character? Well, I guess I kind of like her, too. Sometimes I wish I could be her.

I registered for classes yesterday, and my beloved school wasted no time to tell me when tuition is due. Classes are going to be fun. I’m going to be reading and writing a lot.

The cold weather worries me a little bit. We’ve had a very mild winter, and I’m about to go where it freezes and snows and a fair amount of the student population don’t know how to drive in those conditions. I felt a lot safer in a walking culture.

Somebody just asked me if I missed New York City yet. I didn’t tell her that I’ve already wailed and rent my clothes. I have friends who will be there for the New Year. This is the first time in five years I won’t be there.

But, I will be in Provo. Bring out the noisemakers and confetti. Or, just take me skiing.

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Happy Birthday, Sarah. Your age is double a prime number. And having seen you lately, I’d definitely say you’re doubly in your prime. Hope you had an amazing birthday.

I’m in my pajamas, and I am mostly wide awake.

I went for a run today, and it felt pretty good.

Mom took Jenny and me out to lunch today. That was fun.

The sky is falling. People came out of the woodwork to request my friendship on facebook.

I hung out with friends. It was a lovely evening and we walked around the St. Johns Town Center, and maybe I decided on the computer I’d like to have once I get the money.

 I had the tropical smoothie at the Cheesecake Factory.

Oh, I made a few alterations to the blogroll. I removed and added some links. I also fixed it so if you clicked on a link, it will open in a new window. Goodness knows I wouldn’t want you leaving this page completely. :)

I’m gchatting with a friend right now about a church speed dating activity that happened in NYC tonight. Sounded like it was pretty fun.

Now I’m suddenly sleepy. I’ll finish a book then hit the hay.

Sarah’s blog really needs no introduction. You’ve seen her guest blog entry.

Our junior year of high school, I didn’t pass the AP Language and Composition exam. Sarah did.

We also had a huge assignment that year, our “Meaning of Life” papers. While I only received an A+, Sarah got an A++, it might have even been triple-plus. While I had to work for years to get within a reasonable range of where I want to be with my writing, this girl has always had it.

Always.

Go ahead, read. Put her on your reader. Writing, photos. Amazingness. You’ll never be more delighted. Or hungrier.

Dear May, I know I may not be the best roommate. I may not turn down your bed and put a mint on your pillow or serve you breakfast in bed. I may not be tall, dark and handsome and be able to spoon with you at night, but I assure you I am cool, though not as cool as you.

-Text to my phone at 11:17pm, Monday, August 31, 2009

This made me smile. No writeup in the world, no matter my imagination or how much time I have, could top this flash of genius. Also, I can’t write when I’m feeling guilty.

Check out her blog. My roommate does some pretty cool stuff. Because she’s pretty cool.

I promise to come home. You don’t have to thank me when I come into your room in the morning and start spooning you. It’s the least I can do.

Let’s just pretend it hasn’t taken me four months to feature another friend.

I’ve been following Andrea’s blog for a while now. It seems we traded blog addresses around the beginning of the year. I could be wrong. She comments here often, and she often comments enthusiastically. And my heart often swells happily as a result.

Let’s see, what else can I say about her? She dances. She analyzes movement in human people (and maybe also nonhuman people). She travels. She loves her husband so so so much. And her family. She loves beauty and nature. Also, she’s incredibly generous, emotionally, and with her time and resources. She’s witty and peppy and deep and ponderous. Is that the right usage? Pondering? Pondericious? Ponderific? Ponderificent?

Andrea came up to camp last Friday. I was in the craft room helping some of the girls make books (these seriously were not your run-of-the-mill kindergarten crafts), and she saw me and said hi and I gave her a hug, and I don’t know if she had any idea how much I was looking forward to seeing her all week, and then once the idea registered that she was in the craft room, I was able to say to myself, “Let the crafts begin.”

So, you see, she’s this creative precisionist and because she appreciates beauty, she puts a great deal of effort into making beautiful things, from cookies (which is one of the main reasons I like her) to quilts. TOTALLY check out her quilts. Seriously. Anyway, when she started picking out paper to make her book, I knew it would be awesome. Partly because her picking paper so deliberately, assessing colors and patterns and the aesthetic flow from page to page took roughly 17 hours. Then she actually had to make the book. I’m sure she’ll blog about it. I can’t wait.

Without further ado, go to her blog.

Operation Find Don – http://shar.es/943C; see http://tinyurl.com/qdfj4m for background.

Basically, one of my favorite bloggers is looking for the man who kept her company during 9/11. She wants to thank him. They were companions for much of that day, and then he went on to … somewhere, and Sars went home, and she hasn’t seen or heard of him since.

I want her to find him.

That is all.

So, I got an external hard drive. 1 TB. Terabyte. 1000 GB. That’s a lot of room, at least for me. I stuck all my photos on it for safe keeping. And that only took up 5 GB. So that means I can take a ton of photos. And video. And maybe I’ll transfer all my music over. I don’t know about storing DVDs yet. I still like sticking the disc in the player and watching it on the television. And I don’t see a need for equipment to convert my computer into a television. That amount of storage should last a very long time, maybe close to 10 years. Or maybe if I start shooting photos in RAW instead of JPEG format. I now don’t know what I’m talking about. I drank an entire Coke with dinner tonight. And I’ve become halfway decent at Guitar Hero. 

I played my clarinet for seminary class Thursday morning. I wasn’t all that nervous. That surprised me.

It is about time to start getting more serious posts out. I have to go back to organizing my thoughts properly.

One of my recently discovered blogs I’ve been following is oh-so-close to finishing his 50,000 words for the month. You see, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, and if you’re up to the challenge, you’d try cranking out a pretty hefty novel in 30 days. He has 4,366 words to write today. My fingers and toes are crossed for him.

Some of my muscles are really sore today:
triceps
deltoids
little pectorals (minor, not major)
quadriceps
glutes (maximus and minimus)
lats
abs (rectus and obliques)
my stupid left gastrocnemius

I’m getting back on a regular exercise schedule starting tomorrow.

One of my Sunday school students declared in class today: “In my previous life, I was a penguin.” I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that. I mean, we didn’t discuss it. The student said it so seemingly out of the blue. And this would be one of those things if I were a student and not a teacher, I’d be laughing and trying to ask questions about why some people used to be penguins. I normally wouldn’t mind mixing my religion and reincarnation. But today, I couldn’t do it. The kids are 7 and 8 years old. I just kept going with the lesson. Which was about resurrection.

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