print_r($newStuff);

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



ShowCal(date('my'));
November 2017
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    
             
archives(all);
recent music
Boycott SONY

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

    )


    What's all that white stuff?  echo $newRAM;
    added Sat November 01 2003 at 1:36 PM
    0 comments
    It's all melted now, but it snowed last night. Big fluffy flakes, gently floating toward the grass. It never did stick to the road here in Provo (at least not that I saw). But I went out with Merry and her roommates and slid down the library hill a few times way too late last night. I dunno if it was just to be with Merry, or because I was excited to see the snow. It was fun either way.

    It was sticking to the road in Pleasant Grove. Since I knew that, I guess it's kinda obvious that I was up in Pleasant Grove last night. I'll talk about that in a minute. This was the first time I've driven this car in snow. It may have been the first time in a very long time that this car has been in snow. I think that the scariest moment of the evening for me was when I realized that I couldn't see the lines on the freeway, and that for the last minute or two, I had just been following the tail lights of the car in front of me. Don't worry mom, I was being careful. I took it nice and slow the entire time that I was driving.

    So why Pleasant Grove, you ask? I took a date up to a haunted house up there. Note the fact that this entry was written for the snow, and not the date...

    I've definitely been on worse dates, it just wasn't what I was hoping for. This was the girl that I thought might be showing a little bit of flirtatious interest in me earlier, and there was none of that last night. After we got back from the haunted house, I asked if she would like to go to a dance on campus. I understand that she had chemistry homework to work on, but that definitely wasn't the answer I was wanting. So for the rest of the night, I was flying solo. It turned out great (I had a lot of fun last night. Thanks Merry.), but that was still just a little dissappointing.

    It's snowing again.

    I thought you were old.  echo $newRAM;
    added Sat November 01 2003 at 1:57 PM
    0 comments
    That's what she said to me. I didn't know whether to be upset or happy.

    Now, keep in mind that old is a relative term. She's 18, and she thought I was 22 or 23. We joked for the rest of the time we were talking about how my hair was looking a little white, and other old man jokes (like what I tell my dad). But the point is that she seriously thought I was 3 years older than I am.

    That said, it was an easy mistake. Not that I look that old. In fact, I probably look about 17 or 18 still. However, she knew that this is my third year at BYU. At BYU, a fairly accurate generalization is that all the guys who are not freshman (and a lot who are freshman) have already served 2 year missions. Furthermore, almost 4 out of 5 of the guys in my ward have served missions (this isn't a very accurate estimate, but it is true that a lot of the guys are RMs). Now, if I had served a mission already, then I would automatically be assumed to be at least 21 (bare minimum). Because it's my third year at school, it is assumed that I've been back from my mission for 2 years, making me either 22 or 23.

    I don't hide the fact that I'm not an RM, but I also don't go out of my way to diminish the appearance. Around here, it is assumed that a guy is not mature unless he is an RM. the guys who haven't served missions yet are all immature little kids. Reality is, however, that I'm not a little kid any more (unfortunately). At least not in the sense that people assume. It's funny, but there are even a considerable number of freshman girls who are not willing to date anybody but RMs. What makes this entertaining is that I see some of these girls, and they still have a lot of growing up to do.

    So the solution is that I just let people assume. I will not lie. I have yet to tell anybody that I served in California, and that I'm 22 years old. But I allow them to think that this is so if they really want to. This at least makes them willing to accept the person I am until they know me a little bit. It's a lot easier for some people to find out that I'm a person and later find out that I'm not an RM than it is for them to realize that I'm not an RM and later find out that I'm a person.