print_r($recent);

Array
(
 [545]=>Collections
 [544]=>Good morning
 [543]=>You know the fee...
 [542]=>Date more, care ...
 [541]=>Moving On
)

 

RAMCal(date('my'));

March 2004
sun mon tue wed thu fri sat
  1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31      
             
archives(RAM);


print_r($newStuff);

Array
(
 [RAndoMness]=> 28Sep09
 [JPsDocs] => 22Feb09
 [JPics] => 10Dec11
 [frontpage]
 [FeedBack]
)

recent music
Boycott SONY

print_r($background);
Array
(
 [today]=>
 [past]=>backgrounds
)


getentries(03Dec03);   getentries(03Dec03);

printentries(14Mar04);

Weirdo
added Sun March 14 2004 at 10:58 PM
1 comments
My roommates think I'm a weirdo. A sick freak. Messed up in the head. Perhaps even a stalker.

Yesterday, I did my pictures project and I told them what I did. They think that taking pictures of random girls makes me a stalker. But I didn't do it to get pictures of a specific girl, it was more for the concept. I wasn't taking pictures of a bunch of girls, I was taking pictures of that surprised shock of someone handing them a flower.

Today we were sitting together at stake conference. The speakers were really boring, and we were joking around together. Spencer pointed out a totally cute girl three or four rows in front of us. He mentioned something about getting her phone number and somehow it got around to me saying I would get it for him. At first I was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch her after the meeting, but Greg suggested I could step over the seats and catch her.

So I did. After the closing prayer, I went down, tapped her on her shoulder, and told her that my roommate wanted her name and number. They didn't think I would actually do it. And now combined with yesterday's flower excursion, they're torn between thinking that I'm really outgoing, or maybe that I'm a sick stalker freak. The thing is that I can't do these things to get *me* a date... just my friends. He actually did call her this evening. Her name's Megan. And she is really cute. But it doesn't matter, I would never get the guts to ask her out.