Name Dropping and Retention and Other Luck

I got in touch with this guy a few days ago. We were pretty good friends at BYU. I’m sure you recognize him, as he’s the somewhat nondescript guy you see in a lot of commercials. You’ve seen him before, but from where? Why do I know him? Who does he look like? I tracked him down in YouTube first, then I found him in facebook and wrote him a message. It’s been over four years since I last saw him. Very cool guy.

An old friend found me on facebook. Anybody remember Heather Koeppe? She was in my American History class, and I think she hung out in the bandroom with us before school started in the mornings. She’s a cool cat, and I hope we maintain some sort of correspondence.

And lastly, this was a subject line in my email inbox. It’s spam, of course:

“Urinogenital four month staghorn koukolias”

What does it mean? Can you decipher the code? 

I don’t know why, but I have this unexplainable urge to examine young ungulates. Aren’t I lucky?

 

Moving along …

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Grade

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I’m turning in Assignment 9 late, and Assignment 11 was missing from my packet.

Um, wouldn’t you be ticked at those two A-minuses and that B-plus? If you knew my brain, you know it would be dwelling on the B+. And you know what kind of B+ that was? An 89%. It wanted to be an A- SO bad. So I’m waiting for my assignments to return to see what I did wrong so I can learn from my mistakes so I won’t make the same ones on the midterm. I don’t want to sound overconfident, but it looks like I’ve got this class in the bag. Tied securely, and locked in a chest with chains and a hefty padlock. All inside another bag, made out of really durable fabric. And this – all safe and sound in a vault with one of those thick, heavy doors with unhackable codes and the handle that spins round and round like a ship’s wheel. The bag in the chest in another bag is behind all that. This class is in that first bag. I put it there. Because I’m fierce, I worked it out, and I made it work. Christian and I could be friends, because we’re almost the same height. He was my favorite from the beginning, so don’t even.

Really loved the Runway this evening. I was with friends, and I wanted to cry because Christian was crying, but I held it in. Talk about underdog. He lives in an itty-bitty space. Jillian has a fantastic apartment with the awesome view, and Rami was already running a studio of his own. Come on. I loved that Heidi called Christian “uber”-fierce. Um-lauts rule.

I wish I wasn’t awake for 20 hours a day on a regular basis. Who are these people getting 8 hours of sleep every night? I should be so lucky.