Nuthing two due, cept right fur ewe

I have noticed that Blogs are usually utilized for "BLOGGING" your guts to everyone. In my mind, the action follows the word...in the queen's english the term onomatopoeia is used. It is a catharsis through the fingertips, a purging; like a bulimic after a binge--BLOG BLOG BLOG as it splashes in the toilet.

Today i won't dump my violent poison. I want to express vague emotional responses and impersonal facts.

Some bridges should never be jumped off of.
Stealing steel, selling sails, shooting chutes, breathing breath, breading breadth
the pads of your feet is where you should walk, not on your toes
exploiting the blindspot is selfish
pushing too hard seems to be hollow
seeing the opposition aught to make you appreciate
Phantasm
Repudiate
Dogmatism

I guess this WAS a vomit session. If I let my mind wander, it will end up somewhere. I hate my Jcomm teacher for these reasons. And its not a constructive hate that I will appreciate later in life, she just fails as a professor; one who calls out hypocrisy only because "it takes one to know one". I guess I ended here because she "over-blogs" on her blogspot, "over-blogs" IN CLASS, in life. Vomit, vomit, vomit.

This also exposes my hypocrisy. How very odd. Glad we got that out there

AMERICAN WOMAN, STAY AWAY FROM ME

I actually don't know if this is an American, or worldwide epidemic...but from what I can see, its definitely a Utah thing.

I'm talking engagement pictures. This goes out mostly to Colby...who still has the power to stop the lunacy.

Jimmi-freakin-KNEE is all i've got to say from the beginning. I HATE the trend that follow engagement pictures. There is inevitably a picture of the happy couple skipping in blue jeans or rollicking in the freshly strewn hay. That's fine. SO you like the farm scene? I've got no qualm with that. ALTHOUGH I find it inconsistent when hair and make-up are over done and our bride has 8" heels. If you simply must look "FABULOUS when you feed the swine" At least throw on the overalls.

Since when did abandoned boxcars, dingy alleyways, and tractors become inseparably connected to matrimony? I sense that the pictures are framed to capture the "personality and essence" of the couple...but honestly, who are these kids trying to impress? I'm sure farmers across Idaho swipe tears from their dusty, sunken cheeks every time an envelope is licked containing a beautiful International Harvester; And vagabonds tip their bowlers when a engaged pair mount a caboose for a quick pic.

I feel respectable folk should've piped up much earlier to curb this epidemic.

In my minds eye, a marriage should fault more on the "overly-formal, gaudy affair" side of things rather than the "gypsy-tramp rave" style that brings out the "FUN personality" of the gypsy-tramps being married. The invitation should set the tone for the evening...and from this moment until forever, if an invite portrays the couple in rolled up jeans and a fishing pole with Chuck Taylor Converse's, i'll ante up and raise them: straw hat up top and slingshot in the back pocket--NO one will "out-Huck Finn" me!!

Control

My institute teacher sparked introspection...comparing Lehi's family. What kind of family member am I? I wonder. I have been lead to believe that I am a good addition to the Max Dahl family. How would the family run without me? Differently.

From there he spoke more and I thought more. He mentioned the thought that we "never rise above the stature we carve out for ourselves while on our missions" or "today while you are at school". I haven't been in high spirits. I suspect that it is weather induced.

I wonder 'what did I do?' on my mission...what did I do before, what have I done since? Instinctively "nothing" comes to mind. I have been told that I am too harsh of a judge and jury when I inspect myself. Regardless, the verdict is still "guilty" whenever deliberation is complete. I haven't ever found a way to control completely, and I suppose that is what I really want.

I am unable to control others decisions, I am unable to control the consequences from my, or other people's decisions. Ultimately, I will never have control; it is impossible. God does not have complete control. We govern ourselves, if not so God ceases to be God. He can control many things, but He will not force me to do ANYTHING...

I cannot control what other people have, or like, or wear. My influence in verity revolves around me.

What have I done? For good or bad, for others or myself? What COULD I do...for anyone, other than to yield control?

Isn't that the plan? Is that not where happiness is rooted?

Message for the day: "Lighten Up"