If You Listen to the Rhythm of the Pouring Rain

I know you don't understand what he's saying, but it doesn't mean it's not one of the best songs ever! Whenever I hear it, it reminds me 中和 (zhonghe) and laying in my bed with my feet sticking out of the end of my blanket so the fan could keep them cool and listening to the rain outside my window. They say "home is where the heart is." Well my heart was left in Taiwan.

Enjoy!

Here's How It Goes...

I was watching a great cinema spectacle last night, but had to leave my girlfriend's house before I got to see the last 12 minutes. So now I have no idea if Cody Banks made it out of the mummy from The Mummy's hands and on to the helicopter before the secret mountain lair blows up. I'm usually pretty hopeful, but I just don't see how it's gonna happen. Unless those nanobytes eat the underwear off of the mummy or any other zany comical situation. Needless to say, it was a struggle to fall asleep last night.

In other news... today is national "Escape" day. So... remember... you can run, you can hide, but you can't escpape my love, my love, my love..."

Chimi-chang-GE!!!

Welp, I just finished my Pearl of Great Price paper, which has been the cause of a ridiculous amount of stress (I haven't written a decent paper ever in my life, and the crappy ones were about 5 years ago). Now I just have to write a rough draft for my English Research Paper and then basically life is all sunny and awesome till forever.

I'll be pretty stoked to be done with these papers. To be honest I wouldn't mind if the semester went for many more months. I really enjoy learning and having not done real school since basically 2004 I just can't get enough. But with these papers looming over my head I'm dropping the ball on a lot of things and not being my normal self. I feel like Frodo when he has the weight of the ring (hopefully I'll be able to cast it into Mount Doom and I won't try and keep it for myself.)

I don't know what it is, but I feel like I'm not being myself. I don't seem to be as optimistic as I used to be. I don't think my presence makes people laugh like it did back in the day. I wonder what that's all about.

I just wrote a butt-load of stuff and decided it was lame and didn't make sense so I erased it. Lame... I'm getting all nostalgic so I'm gonna end this one. Latez!

Speak Friend and Enter

As you all know, under my super cool exterior I'm a super huge nerd. In fact, just yesterday my bgfe and I were biking to her house and there was a lull in the conversation. In that 20 seconds of silence I decided that I'd rather be a Wood Elf over a High Elf for the sole fact that Wood Elves probably get to ride on unicorns. But it's my nerd side that's connected to my sensitive side. My nerd side understands how to express my feelings. Today I cried in a movie for the first time since I watched August Rush back in October. I was watching the final chapter to The Lord of the Rings. I love that story! The whole thing hits me on a chord that no one will ever understand. I don't just love it cause I'm a nerd, I love it because it tells my story. So there I was with my girlfriend watching Return of the King and Frodo had just destroyed the ring and returned back to the Shire *spoiler alert* and all of his friends were getting adjusted to life back in the Shire. Frodo, though, was having a more difficult time with the adjustment. He says, "How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are somethings that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold." And that's when the tears started to come. I remember when I came back from living with my grandparents for the summer. I would think of this quote and how it was a perfect description of how I felt. Just like when I got home from my mission or how now that I've moved here to Hawaii that's how I'll feel when I go back home. Life will never quite be the same. But that's ok. That's the price of the journey. The place can never feel the same because I'm not the same. I've been changed. I've grown. I think the hardest part for me is that even when you come to terms that you've changed you can never quite help others understand how you feel. They don't get why life has to be different. The journey caused you to change. The return caused you to be alone.

Totes M' Gotes!

Just a little quickie for all you peeps out there. I decided when I get 10 followers I'm gonna have a pizza party. So if you want to join make sure you're near me when the destined #10 starts following my crazy.

MDN is not my BMT

I'm supposed to be writing a paper for my English class, but for the life of me I can't think of a dang thesis statement to form my ideas around. Is it sad that that's the hardest part for me, but for the foreignors in my class that part is way easier than actually writing the paper? I wish I was a super-human... or a mutant... or a super-mutant-human. I remember on my mission we were told to think of the best super power before attending a zone conference. I don't really remember what mine was, but if I was asked to do that today I would have to say that the most desirable super power for me right now is to be able to control my breathing... that and to have the power to have well trimmed toenails all of the time. Also, I believe that like CDR said we should "have absolute faith in God or Heaven or whatever other terminology one may use. Do as much as you can, and leave the rest to God/Allah/Nature." I don't think I could say it any better than CDR

Zefron vs. ShiBeouf

So yesterday my girlfriend and I had just eaten some TacoBell to our hearts content and we were walking around thinking of what to do. We stumbled upon the movie theatre and saw that Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief was playing so we decided to give it a gander. It felt like I was watching Harry Potter 1 starring Zefron. The movie was decent, but I feel like if I stick around till number 3 or 4 then I'll really be getting my money's worth. Slash... I feel like Percy Jackson is a second class Zefron, but my bgfe thinks that he's a second class Shia LeBeouf. So he's pretty likable, but likable in a "I could've watched Ryan Reynolds but I'm stuck with Dane Cook instead" kind of way.

On a different note... welcome to my new follower Crystal. My only follower that I've flexed and pumped in one day.