Anyone who knows me very well knows I’m not great with money.  I’m not horrible, but I do buy a lot of stupid stuff.  And today I either bought one of the coolest things possible, or one of the stupidest things I possibly could have.  It’s a suit pattern.  Yeah, not a full out suit, but the pattern.  If any of you guys even know what that is.  According to my little analytics tool thing’s estimates, if you’re reading this, chances are you’re living in Utah, so you might, but the fact that you’re also likely 18-24 kinda throws that off a little bit.  Anyways, it’s basically an outline of each piece of the cloth for the suit that has been printed on tissue paper and then you go and make the suit yourself.  Why did I buy it?  No idea.  I was looking at vintage clothing and wanted an older style suit.  And my brother lost the pants from my 40s three piece suit, so I wanted something new.

I’ve been told this is a crazy idea though.  My mom said it’s practically impossible and is definitely not worth it.  Apparently my grandma has only made one suit in her life and she said she’d pay $400 before she’d make one because it’s so hard and she’s extremely frugal and a pretty great seamstress.  Not exactly what I was hoping to hear, but surprisingly, now I just want to make it even more.  If I gave up when things seemed really hard, I wouldn’t be an Eagle Scout(planning and carrying out a project and then writing the full report in only two months has to be some kind of scout record), I probably wouldn’t be in college now (Those application essays were a pain in the butt), and I would be failing organ this semester, but as a matter of fact, I passed off enough stuff today to bring my grade up from an F to a B, and I’m still aiming for an A because I have one more day of class to get stuff done.  Hard doesn’t phase me.  I think being able to say I made my own suit will be well worth it.  Plus the experience would be pretty sweet to have.  I’ve always wished I could sew better.  Plus if I did this I could say I’m a better tailor than my mom haha.  Although I’d never tell her that.  Anyways, if any of you guys have any sewing tips that could possibly help, let me know.  I have a lot to learn haha.  Oh, and if you see any sweet cloth that would look good with that pattern let me know too haha.  And I say haha a lot.  Just so you know.  I really am laughing inside.

Well in addition to this crazy new piece of my life, I declared myself as a Visual Arts minor today.  No, not major.  I’m not that radical.  But I’ve wanted to take some art classes since I got here, and this is the only way I can do that.  A little bit annoying because you’d think they’d let anyone who’s paying tuition take the classes, but no, you’re required to be either a Visual Arts major or minor.  Either way, I’m thinking this could be pretty fun.  Unfortunately I have to take some intro classes first and I think I have the wrong attitude about those, but I can’t wait until I reach the higher levels.  So yeah.  Just figured I’d let you guys know I’m about to become the best minor artist of all time haha.

Do people really change?  Completely?  I thought that in the last 8 months, I had become someone completely different.  I thought the way I treated people, the way I felt about certain things, the way I did things had all completely changed from the person I was at home.  I felt like I had become completely new, a huge improvement from my old self.

Then I saw a photograph, Nickelback style, although I want to in no way affiliate myself with such a crappy band.  I started looking at it and thinking about how much I’ve changed.  And realized I haven’t.  Sure I’ve told myself I’ve become better, but have I really?  Nope.  That picture reminded me of the biggest mistake of my life.  I’m still not 100% sure exactly how it didn’t end up becoming an even bigger mistake because I know I wanted it to, but today I’m completely glad I didn’t allow it to be.  But thinking about it now, I started the same path a couple months ago.  Different people involved but exactly the same pattern.  If you’re still reading now I commend you because this whole paragraph probably sounds like complete gibberish to you.

Thinking about that got me thinking about politics.  Obama promised change back in ‘07 and ‘08.  I’m going to say something here that I haven’t really told anyone before, just because few enough of you read this for it to matter.  I liked Obama.  Back in ‘08, I was a huge supporter of Ron Paul.  I’m not stupid though, and I knew he had no chance of being elected.  As far as political viewpoints go, his were about as spot-on as any I’ve seen.  I have some problems with the way he views the economy, but that’s just about it.  However, the official Republican candidate isn’t someone I’m a huge proponent of.  Don’t get me wrong, John McCain’s not a bad person or anything, I just felt like he’s not what the Republican party needed.  Obama was pretty much exactly what the Democratic party needed.  And the world needed.  At that moment anyways.

Since 2009, I feel like Obama has put our country into the biggest downhill slide it’s ever been in.  Obama was promising to change the way our country runs.  Did he?  Yes.  He made it worse.  He began with a bang, so much behind him.  Honestly, I was really hoping for a secretary of the arts.  That was my hope.  Not too much of it left anymore.  I felt like that was one thing he’d give us that no republican would.  But he also promised a balanced budget, better healthcare, stronger alliances.  And how’s he doing on all of that?  0 for 3.  I know… I know… he can’t do it without the support of the Legislature.  Well, the Legislature has a good majority of Democrats who are supposed to be on his side.  That excuse is out the window.  Yeah, he came into office at a bad time.  So what?  He’s still not doing anything that he promised.  He spent millions on his election campaign, couldn’t even just a little bit of that have been spent on research to see just how feasible all his plans were?

And then back to me.  I hate the way I’ve been.  I’m a jerk.  A selfish bully.  I have no idea why I’m allowed to be, but it seems like no one cares.  They admire it in fact.  Why?  I have no clue.  Needs to stop though cause I hate myself for it.

let yourself feel. from Esteban Diácono on Vimeo.

I know, I know.  I said no more inspirational crap, but this was too beautiful to pass up.  And I don’t use that word too often.  Which means it’s true.  To be completely honest, the music feels a little repetitive toward the end, but it’s still pretty, and I love the particle effect ehre.  It’s a great piece of work and the message is great too.  WATCH IT!  I command you.

I don’t really wanna start some motivational blog or whatever, but I got motivated today, so I’m gonna share my motivation to motivate all of you and get you motivated to motivate others about motivation.  This should just be a one time thing though.  If you’re not into positive messages, I promise, you can just skip this one and come back later.  Cause positivity gets old after a while.  So yeah.

Yesterday John Lennon came to our school.  Er Jim Lovell.  Whatever.  Same initials.  I probably should have written this yesterday but I’ve got a lot going on.  So I’m writing it today.  But yeah.  He said this thing that really got me thinking: "There’s three kinds of people: people who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who just sit there and say ‘What just happened?’"  So yeah.  I could have just put that on the quotes page, but I’d feel weird doing that where I don’t know him personally.  Don’t want to get sued for intellectual property infringement or some crap.  So yeah.  Go out and make things happen!  Say yes to everything!  There’s no such thing as no!  Live your life!  Carpe diem!  Ok, I’m done now.  Hasta luego.

Hi, my name is Dennis and I’m a sleep addict.  I just woke up an hour ago.  It’s bad enough that I was sleeping that close to when I was gonna go to bed for the night, but it’s even worse that I slept for five hours.  Seriously.  I have no clue how I’m going to fall asleep tonight.  And I have work at nine tomorrow.  Gay.  As in stupid, not as in homosexual.  Unless homosexual is meant in the stupid way as well.

As if buying a Super Nintendo a couple months ago wasn’t good enough (NBA Jam and Super Mario Kart are still pretty sick even to this day), I further returned to my roots by watching Space Jam tonight.  Such a good movie, and so much different to watch it now that I’ve grown up.  I love some of the more mature humor that they snuck in there that I never caught as a kid, like when the little aliens say something like, “That was a fun trip.  We should do it again.”  Not the best acting of all time, or the best visual effects, but it definitely brought back memories.  Surprisingly, I can still remember my dad taking me to see this in the movie theater when I was five or six.  I really do remember some weird stuff sometimes.

Today was pretty much all about basketball though.  I skipped my Book of Mormon class to watch the BYU-Florida game.  Pretty intense, and made much better by the fact that we actually pulled it off.  And then I fell asleep after that and slept for five hours.  Definitely not the best thing I could have done for my sleep schedule.  And after that I watched The Office, 30 Rock, and then Space Jam, so pretty much my entire day was devoted to basketball.  Not a bad way to spend a day.

I saved a life.  Baywatch style.  Yeah.  Well, I donated blood.  I make a difference.  Go Dennis!

I’m kinda weird though.  Cause I enjoyed it.  My needle this time was bigger than last time and I think the guy got me at an angle rather than straight on or something.  Whatever happened, my arm really hurts now.  And I’m really not sure why.  But I like it.  I enjoy the pain.  Mainly just pushing through it.  Frick I’m weird.  Am I weird?  I hope I’m not weird.  At least not too weird.

And then Outback.  First time I’ve had a good steak since I left San Antonio.  Awesome.  I had one at Legends last week, but it wasn’t that great.  It was kinda overpriced.

So yeah.  Donate blood.  You get free cookies

  Tonight was really cool.  I made a new friend.  Sort of.  Technically.  I guess.  It’s Facebook Official so it counts right?

I dunno.  I helped this dude jumpstart his car and we were kind of talking and he was like what’s up with girls at BYU?  All they want to do is make out.  I thought girls were supposed to be the ones who want relationships.  We’re supposed to be going on missions and they just want to get in trouble.  I laughed.  A lot.  Wow.

So now what?  I don’t know.  A couple months ago I might have smiled and nodded and not really agreed.  Cause that’s what I do.  Smile and nod.  But I laughed.  Seriously though.  Now what?

Society is backwardsing itself.  Dudes and chicks are reversing roles.  Yeah, now I sound retarded and I like to believe I’m not some femmie(how the cuss do you spell that?) dude but seriously.  He’s right, and he really shouldn’t be.

Sometimes I feel like my day is going great, but sometimes I feel like it’s on some sort of system where I have to end the day on a neutral note.  Like the world has to be in proper balance or some hippie crap.

I’ll just give an example here.  (Keep in mind all examples given in this blog, while they may be true, should be assumed as false, but we reserve the right to tell you to believe what you want)  So today I woke up to go take my Mission Prep test.  After Brother Walsh talked about how easy it would be yesterday and everything and everyone said it took half an hour tops and whatnot, I wasn’t too afraid of it or anything.  Well I had no idea just how afraid I should be.  I got to the testing center this morning, and I found out that apparently yesterday was the last day of the test.  FUH RIZZLE BRO?!  I just got my first zero on a test.  Let me rephrase that.  I just failed my first test.  Ever.  Like, elementary school, middle school, high school, straight A’s.  (Except the B’s in freshman English(what kind of guy really cares about the Secret Life of Bees) and Biology (Ms. Perales hated me, I swear))(I don’t know if you can double nest parentheses like that, so I just did it.  But I’m not a professional writer or anything, so you’re going to have to deal with any mistakes of this sort that I make on here.)  So failing my first test in Mission Prep, which is pretty much the easiest class ever, is definitely not a good feeling.  I should have beasted that exam, but no.  I didn’t even get a chance to try.

Okay, now that the rant is over, I can explain the redemption part.  It seemed as if after that everything went my way today.  None of the weirdness from yesterday, but I set up a date with this girl I happen to think is the bees’ knees, I stayed awake in Economics and completely understood what Dr. Showalter was talking about, I managed to walk by this dude that annoys me and always tries to talk to me forever without him noticing me, I had a nice conversation with someone in the Wilk while I ate dinner (usually when I’m in there I eat alone, which is nice sometimes too), I think I’ve found a job that I want, and I was able to get this blog thing set up without a hitch.  Pretty good for me.

It seems like it’s usually like that though.  Not always quite that fast, but it happens the same way.  I have a horrible day one day, and then the next day something awesome happens and it’s all neutral again.  Why can’t I just get progressively better?  That would be so much cooler.  I guess balance is kinda nice though.