Crowd Surfing and Purple Chalk: My Experience at the 2009 Spanish Fork Holi Festival

Hey bloggers,

Last Saturday, I was a part of the largest Hindu Holi Festival in North America - a worldwide rite celebrating multiple important Hindu religious themes. The first is the beginning of spring, the second is the religious devotion of one Prince Prahlad to Hare Krishna, and the third is the birthday of Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu.

During the event, an effigy of a Satan-like figure is burned, performances go on, and a count-down leads to the "throwing of colors," where the entire crowd throws powdered, lavender-scented chalk at each other. The painted faces everyone wears indicate the arrival of spring.

Here are some pictures of my own experience at the Hare Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork, Utah:


This was a shot of the crowd during the throwing of colors at the festival.


An excited friend...


A group shot at the festival.

Now, what I would really like to talk about today has to do with the dangers of crowd surfing. During the throwing of colors, the crowd was so thick that my friends and I could hardly breathe. Madeleine and Charity, two of my friends at the event, were with me at the time, and they decided to take the opportunity to crowd surf. Unfortunately, they didn't think before they plunged themselves into the crowd. Here is what I would do differently given the situation they placed me in. Hopefully all of you crowd-surfing wannabes can take the same precautions the next time you decide to leap into a crowd of strangers:

1) Take your cellphone with you so the person holding your stuff doesn't lose you for the next hour.
2) Know who's picking you up.
3) Be prepared for an abrupt landing.

With these tips, you'll be a crowd-surfing pro. I still wouldn't recommend it, though.

Wait...How Much is my Blood Worth?!

Unemployed and low on the green? No prob. Jog on over to your nearest Plasma Donation center and donate your plasma (the portion of blood that carries blood nutrients and oxygen throughout the body) for $20.

I've been meaning to head on over to one of these centers for months now. Here's how it works: if you are at least 18 years old, weigh 110 lbs., and haven't given whole blood in 8 weeks, you can travel to one of these centers (BYU Students! Check out the Alpha Plasma Center in Provo at 245 W 100 N) and have your blood plasma tested. If your plasma is healthy, some of it will be extracted, so that it can go to needy hospital patients. Then, you go home...$20 richer. For a 2-hour visit, that works out to $10/hour...

...That's more than I made working at Camp Kaleidoscope last summer.

The best part about it? Plasma regenerates quickly, so many Blood Plasma Donation Centers allow you to give blood twice a week. That can amount to $160 every month!

For more information on Blood Plasma Donation, click here.

The Six-Cent Date...and More Dating Ideas on a Dime

If you think grocery shopping on a budget is tough, try dating on a budget. It really seems impossible to date with a college budget when everything costs money. However, there are ways to curb college dating blues. Here are just a few inexpensive...but fun...date ideas to try out:

1) (For BYU Students) Go to the International Cinema. They play so many great movies for free...and the fact that they're international makes date night a little more unique.

2) Penny Golf: go to the highest floor of a building on campus, take 3 pennies each and mark them with your initials. Then, drop pennies down the hole in the stairwell. The goal is to drop the penny all the way down to the first floor, but it's surprisingly hard. Consider your first drop your first 'stroke,' find where your pennies landed, and drop your pennies from the landing site. Whoever gets all 3 pennies to the first floor in the fewest 'strokes' wins. It's a weird activity, but it's actually fun (I should know. A date had me do this last weekend).

3) (BYU Students) Hike the Y! It's fun and it's great exercise! Besides, the view of Provo at night is worth the trip.

4) Check out your college's free or discounted events. There are usually concerts, dances, or student association events going on every night for free. BYU Students: Join the Honors Program and get a Great Works card for great events discounts.

5) (If you have a little more than a dime) Go out for ice cream -- not dinner. A dinner date can burn a serious hole in your wallet, but ice cream is more fun, and it usually doesn't cost much. If you want to save even more, go to the grocery store with your date and get ice cream and toppings there. It's more personalized, and it's more fun, than the traditional restaurant experience. Besides, if the date doesn't work out, you have ice cream and toppings left over.

6) Photo Scavenger Hunt (great for group dates): Make a treasure map around campus or around town, and bring a camera along. Have your date travel with you to different locations and do activities along the way. At a park, for example, she might have to spin on the merry-go-round 10 times before she gets the next clue.

Have fun Friday night! And don't forget to do your homework...

There's Nothing to Eat! 11 Stomach-Saving College Food Staples

My religion professor once said the following: "Now, when I look in the fridge and say 'there's nothing to eat,' it means I'm not hungry for anything. When you guys look in the fridge and say there's nothing to eat...it means there's actually NOTHING to eat.'"

He's right. Right now in my fridge, I have the following:

1) A container of week-old broccoli
2) An empty soda pop bottle
3) A package of microwave bacon
4) Left-over Thai food

This summer, I'm resolving to keep my fridge stocked, but I still have a budget. So, after doing some research, I found information on basic food staples to keep college wallets and fridges full:

1) Milk: It's getting more expensive these days, but it's essential for healthy living. Look for coupons.

2) Rice: It's great because it's versatile. Rice works with everything from meat to ramen noodles to beans, and a little spice goes a long way...but you don't have to take my word for it. Check out these great rice recipes).

3) Oatmeal: It may be disgusting, but it's healthy and great to buy on a budget.

4) Peanut Butter: A little peanut butter goes a long way. It works great with celery, sandwiches, and a number of unusual recipes (including peanut butter soup). If you're ambitious enough, you can even try making it yourself).

5) Bread! Bread is another expensive commodity, but it comes in plenty of different shapes and sizes. If you want to go cheap, plain white bread is fine, but pitas and english muffins can always spice up an otherwise boring shopping cart. If you aren't afraid of an investment, you might even consider an automatic bread maker. They cost $60-100, but if you normally buy a loaf every week for $3-4 a loaf, it'll start paying back in 6-8 months. Check out this great, inexpensive bread maker here).

6) Fruits and Vegetables: in season, fruits and vegetables can come at reasonable prices, but out of season, the $$ can really rack up. If you don't have the cash, go for canned vegetables and fruits, which last longer than their fresh alternatives. However, get fresh fruits and veggies whenever possible.
Extra tip: It might be wise to invest in a tomato plant or an indoor herb garden. They're easy to maintain indoors, and they can save you some cash when vegetables ripen.

7) Pasta: spaghetti is one of the cheapest things on the market, and it can easily satisfy an empty stomach.

8) Cheese: it may come with a price tag, but it's really filling, and it's versatile in breakfast, lunch and dinner foods. Try cottage cheese for an inexpensive alternative.

9) Soup: this stuff can last you forever if you buy in bulk. Ramen is especially useful, but you can always buy Campbell's soup in 6-pack clusters or on special sales. Learning to make your own soup can be beneficial as well -- chicken broth, meat and chopped-up veggies work out really well. Invest in some soda crackers as well.

10) Beans: this stuff is so cheap, it's ridiculous.

11) Meats: if you need meat in your diet and you have no money, look for canned chicken and tuna. They are great in sandwiches, and canned chicken is surprisingly good in chili. You may need to splurge if you want good meat, but hamburger is generally less expensive than, say, chicken breast.

All right, there you have it. Happy shopping! And remember: always buy a little bit more than you think you need!

The World's Greatest Rejection Letters

You've probably met someone who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer when it came to dating. But what about those special cases when a stalker is really starting to creep you out? For example, a 26-year-old Medieval Club freshman who won't stop commenting on your Facebook pictures? An ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, who, recently converted to a Sadistic cult, wants you back desperately? Well, here at Plasmid, we have a solution for those special cases. Just ship him/her one of these letters and they'll be sure to get the message. Specific details may need to be adjusted to individual needs. These are loosely based on some personal stalker experiences:

(Tough as Nails: Indulge your Inner Chuck Norris) ____________: I'm gonna give it to you straight. The fact that you've been following me around for the last three weeks is creepy and weird. I was fine with the fourteen Arabic Facebook wall posts you wrote me proclaiming your enduring, undying love. I could deal with the daily crushed flowers you slipped under my kitchen door. However, your faked death and consequent marriage proposal in the middle of calculus class went overboard. Straight up, I will never date you. Stay away from me, my friends, and my apartment, or your jaw will encounter, Helga's (my roommate's) fists of steel. Watch your back, ___________.

(Plead Insanity!) Dear __________, I just wanted to tell you how much I love Twilight. I am obsessed with Twilight. And my new passion for Edward Cullen has rendered me completely inable to fall in love or like or to even date any other person. I think that I need to murder Eddie's girlfriend. No. I will murder his girlfriend. I will poison her. I don't care if she's fictional. I can do it with kidney fluids from a rabies-infected mountain goat. I hear that rabies is incurable. Thank you for your understanding, but you just aren't sparkly, pale, or monotone enough to catch my eye. Sincerely, the True Bella

(Build the Ego) Dear _________, I love your special powers…how your hair attracts small pieces of metal…and your toenails, too. Your extensive knowledge of ancient Elvish literature is almost as impressive as your small collection of 1940’s xylophone elevator music. I have seen your skills in speed walking and speed gift wrapping. That’s why this letter is so hard to write. I do not deserve you. You are too far above me in talent and skill. May the elvish nail-loving girl you betrothe...truly complete you. I am sorry to let you go.

So, there you go. Good luck with your, uh, special stalker!

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Hey Bloggers,

I've decided to revamp this whole site to cater to the needs of all you college students. On this site, you guys will find everything you need to make college just a little more enjoyable. You'll find everything from dating advice, to study tips, to the most up-to-date news links. Have fun!

The Evolution of the Sleepover

So when I was ten, I realized that there would be a point in my life when I would no longer go to sleepovers...those crazy fun girly, "truth or dare playing, movie-watching, staying-up-until-3-and- trying-not-to-be-the-first person-to-fall-asleep" events. I figured the cut-off would be around 13 or 14. And apparently, I was dead wrong.

Last night, as a matter of fact, I went to the second of a series of 'girls' nights' that some of my friends from church decided to implement last October. In a lot of ways, both this sleepover and the one previous resembled the sleepovers of yesteryear: movies, junkfood, talking about guys and life and everything else, finding that anything and everything at 2 o'clock in the morning is funny, and hearing weird noises at night. However, there are some interesting developments in the sleepover department that have been changed both by age and by the slow decay of time in general:

1) The sleepover world has been changed dramatically by technology. We no longer watched old VHS's, but DVDs on Emma's massive television with surround sound. We also had cell phones, and we texted or called 50 people that night. I counted. In the morning, we weren't woken up by a clock or a parent, it was someone's cell phone that was ringing. And, once we woke up, the first thing we did was check our emails and facebook.
2) We have become a lot smarter over the years -- instead of shooting straight for truth or dare, we checked out the lunar eclipse and we spent 2 1/2 hours figuring out a bunch of riddles that Emma had stored away in her memory. As an added technology change, Derek (Loralee's amigo) was on speakerphone trying to figure them out with us.
3) We have become more vain over the years...before going to bed, it wasn't just brushing teeth that was essential. It was all about taking out contacts and getting rid of makeup. And throughout, there were pictures being taken by random cameras, so one of us was always posing.
4) I drove myself home. Weird!

So I have to say, it was a different experience, but still amazingly fun. Sleepovers are a changing event in a changing world...and if they've changed this much in five years, I wonder what they'll be like in the next five.

The Evolution of the Sleepover

So when I was ten, I realized that there would be a point in my life when I would no longer go to sleepovers...those crazy fun girly, "truth or dare playing, movie-watching, staying-up-until-3-and- trying-not-to-be-the-first person-to-fall-asleep" events. I figured the cut-off would be around 13 or 14. And apparently, I was dead wrong.

Last night, as a matter of fact, I went to the second of a series of 'girls' nights' that some of my friends from church decided to implement last October. In a lot of ways, both this sleepover and the one previous resembled the sleepovers of yesteryear: movies, junkfood, talking about guys and life and everything else, finding that anything and everything at 2 o'clock in the morning is funny, and hearing weird noises at night. However, there are some interesting developments in the sleepover department that have been changed both by age and by the slow decay of time in general:

1) The sleepover world has been changed dramatically by technology. We no longer watched old VHS's, but DVDs on Emma's massive television with surround sound. We also had cell phones, and we texted or called 50 people that night. I counted. In the morning, we weren't woken up by a clock or a parent, it was someone's cell phone that was ringing. And, once we woke up, the first thing we did was check our emails and facebook.
2) We have become a lot smarter over the years -- instead of shooting straight for truth or dare, we checked out the lunar eclipse and we spent 2 1/2 hours figuring out a bunch of riddles that Emma had stored away in her memory. As an added technology change, Derek (Loralee's amigo) was on speakerphone trying to figure them out with us.
3) We have become more vain over the years...before going to bed, it wasn't just brushing teeth that was essential. It was all about taking out contacts and getting rid of makeup. And throughout, there were pictures being taken by random cameras, so one of us was always posing.
4) I drove myself home. Weird!

So I have to say, it was a different experience, but still amazingly fun. Sleepovers are a changing event in a changing world...and if they've changed this much in five years, I wonder what they'll be like in the next five.

Adding my 2 Cents to the Footprint Debate

I read an article in Nature today called "Fears for Oldest Human Footprints: Fossilized Tracks Pose Preservation Puzzle." http://www.nature.com/news/2008/080109/full/451118a.html. This article made me laugh, cry -- mostly cry laughing -- and shake my head in disbelief. It was the sea of questions and general thoughts that flooded my mind about this unusual dilemma that brought on these emotions.

1) This article's big idea is the conflict scientists are having about how to preserve a 3-million year old footprint. The reason for the sudden threat to the footprints? Local vegetation. Can't they just get little Billy Joe to spritz some Weed B Gone?

2) Why are we still preserving this footprint? What could we possibly get out of it other than its dimensions, which I'm sure we took when we found it in 1973? "Ah, yes, we've come to the conclusion that the ancient hominid had 5 toes, rough soles and an arch support problem."

3) The article says that the footprint was made in volcanic ash. This proves that the hominid was a guy. No girl in her right mind would be silly enough to walk barefoot in volcanic ash.

Feet. Huh.

Adding my 2 Cents to the Footprint Debate

I read an article in Nature today called "Fears for Oldest Human Footprints: Fossilized Tracks Pose Preservation Puzzle." http://www.nature.com/news/2008/080109/full/451118a.html. This article made me laugh, cry -- mostly cry laughing -- and shake my head in disbelief. It was the sea of questions and general thoughts that flooded my mind about this unusual dilemma that brought on these emotions.

1) This article's big idea is the conflict scientists are having about how to preserve a 3-million year old footprint. The reason for the sudden threat to the footprints? Local vegetation. Can't they just get little Billy Joe to spritz some Weed B Gone?

2) Why are we still preserving this footprint? What could we possibly get out of it other than its dimensions, which I'm sure we took when we found it in 1973? "Ah, yes, we've come to the conclusion that the ancient hominid had 5 toes, rough soles and an arch support problem."

3) The article says that the footprint was made in volcanic ash. This proves that the hominid was a guy. No girl in her right mind would be silly enough to walk barefoot in volcanic ash.

Feet. Huh.

What Goes Around...Comes Around?

Have you ever had one of those days when your life feels absolutely amazing but everyone else's is horrible? That is what happened to me today. Amazing day. Great classes, got what I needed to get finished done, had time to relax...

Everyone else seems to be hating life and losing their minds, though. This is problematic. I have no one to share my joy with! I have no fellow Friday-lovers. I've heard crazy stories today...my science teacher made a little girl cry by accident, my friends are failing calculus, we have a massive rainstorm going on and it's 32 degrees outside, midterms are next week...

Man, it's a great day.

What Goes Around...Comes Around?

Have you ever had one of those days when your life feels absolutely amazing but everyone else's is horrible? That is what happened to me today. Amazing day. Great classes, got what I needed to get finished done, had time to relax...

Everyone else seems to be hating life and losing their minds, though. This is problematic. I have no one to share my joy with! I have no fellow Friday-lovers. I've heard crazy stories today...my science teacher made a little girl cry by accident, my friends are failing calculus, we have a massive rainstorm going on and it's 32 degrees outside, midterms are next week...

Man, it's a great day.

There is an old saying that revenge is sweet. I completely disagree with this statement, not only out of principle but also out of personal experience. I have a religious background, so as a youth my parents were always bent on teaching me the importance of Christian values. Turning the other cheek and forgiveness were always principles by which I was taught to live. “Revenge is not a good thing,” they would tell me. “Seeking revenge when something goes wrong will only make you unhappy.”

My parents were right. However, as an adventurous and often mischievous youth, I suppose that I was not so quick to obey their counsel. It was not until I made my first attempt at seeking revenge that the true meaning of this idea was driven home.

My sister and best friend Ashlee was a shrewd trader in her young age, and being three years older than I was, she had a definite advantage whenever she and I made our special ‘candy trades’ at Halloween and Easter. It was an annual tradition for the two of us to take our sweets out of our brightly colored baskets, and then to barter: M&Ms for snickers, Reese’s cups for Smarties. During this particular year’s Easter hunt, Ashlee had accumulated an unusually large amount of jellybeans, most of which were licorice flavored.

No child likes licorice-flavored jellybeans.

At the beginning of the trade, Ashlee decided to offer me what she dubbed the “deal of a lifetime.” She said, “El, if you give me just ONE of your snickers bars, I will give you TEN whole jellybeans!”

I was astonished. A ten-for-one deal was mind-blowing to a 5-year old like me, and I felt that I would be an idiot to pass it up. We sealed the deal instantly.

Not surprisingly, this proposal “of a lifetime” was followed up by six similar offers, all of which I accepted with glee. By the end of the trade, Ashlee had a heavenly stash of every chocolate-covered, marshmallow-filled candy in creation. I had a mountain of jellybeans, most of which were licorice-flavored.

No child likes licorice-flavored jellybeans!

Obviously this injustice called for action on my part. I knew that ‘sweet revenge’ would best compensate for the bitter-tasting licorice jellybeans in my pile.

The next day, I pulled out a red crayon, a piece of computer paper and a stick of Elmer’s glue, awkwardly scribbled the words “FoR SaiL” on the paper, and placed the sign in front of my prized pile of Beanie Babies. My Beanie Baby collection had been carefully built up over the past few months in the form of birthday gifts and Christmas presents, until about a dozen sat peacefully on my nightstand. I had recently discovered that my sister had an interest in them, and I knew that she had a lot of money to spend. I had a plan to sell my Beanie Babies at inflated prices, knowing that the small stuffed animal craze would soon be over, just like the Furby craze and the Tamagotchi fad of the early 90s. I could use the money to buy cooler things, and Ashlee would end up with worthless palm-sized Dalmatians and unicorns. Once I reflected over the genius of my plan, my first evil cackle escaped from my lips.

Ashlee came into the room a few moments later as I sat on a chair, adjusting one of the tentacles of Opie the Octopus. Surprised that I was offering to sell my special collection, Ashlee offered one dollar for the lot. I shook my head no. Ashlee thought for a moment, somewhat surprised that I was bargaining with her, and she made a new offer. “How about 12 cents for each animal? That’s $1.44!”

Again, I refused. I informed her that I would not accept anything lower than $5 per animal, not including tax.

We bargained back and forth for several minutes, Ashlee demanding $1.50 for the lot, me lowering my demands to $4…her raising her price to $1.55, me lowering my demands to $3. After the third minute of debate I was tired of arguing and, wanting to go downstairs for some pretzels, I let her take the animals for her final offer of $2.40.

The next week, I was $2.30 richer (I lost a dime somewhere along the way) and Ashlee had 12 shiny Beanie Babies. I still thought that I was rich, until I went to the store and found that even the cheapest Beanie Baby was four times the price that Ashlee had given me for 12. I could only mutter under my breath and buy a bag of a cool-looking candy called Twizzlers, assuming that the Beanie Baby trend would soon end and Ashlee’s gain would no longer matter. On the car ride home, I discovered to my utter horror that Twizzlers were licorice flavored.

The Beanie Baby craze, I would later find out, became the greatest of all kid crazes, and it lasted for the duration of my 6-year elementary school career. Fortunately, Ashlee would let me play with the furry friends whenever I wanted. However, I was no longer their owner, and as such my reputation among my young colleagues as a Beanie Baby connoisseur was ruined. In addition, I came to realize that during the period of time I had been jealous of Ashlee, my real loss was not the Beanie Babies or the Snickers...it was our damaged friendship. We had not played together during all the time I was seeking revenge. She may have been a crooked seller, but she was my sister, and I was wrong to let jellybeans come between us.

Since my experience in the Beanie Baby seller’s market, I have found myself in more serious situations where I have felt mistreated or victimized. However, I am proud to say that I have not made further attempts at revenge, and I have become a better person for it. I know that whatever damage I cause someone else in taking revenge, the pain I cause myself is worse. Revenge is not sweet. It is bitter and disappointing...like a licorice-flavored jellybean.

Nobody likes licorice-flavored jellybeans.

There is an old saying that revenge is sweet. I completely disagree with this statement, not only out of principle but also out of personal experience. I have a religious background, so as a youth my parents were always bent on teaching me the importance of Christian values. Turning the other cheek and forgiveness were always principles by which I was taught to live. “Revenge is not a good thing,” they would tell me. “Seeking revenge when something goes wrong will only make you unhappy.”

My parents were right. However, as an adventurous and often mischievous youth, I suppose that I was not so quick to obey their counsel. It was not until I made my first attempt at seeking revenge that the true meaning of this idea was driven home.

My sister and best friend Ashlee was a shrewd trader in her young age, and being three years older than I was, she had a definite advantage whenever she and I made our special ‘candy trades’ at Halloween and Easter. It was an annual tradition for the two of us to take our sweets out of our brightly colored baskets, and then to barter: M&Ms for snickers, Reese’s cups for Smarties. During this particular year’s Easter hunt, Ashlee had accumulated an unusually large amount of jellybeans, most of which were licorice flavored.

No child likes licorice-flavored jellybeans.

At the beginning of the trade, Ashlee decided to offer me what she dubbed the “deal of a lifetime.” She said, “El, if you give me just ONE of your snickers bars, I will give you TEN whole jellybeans!”

I was astonished. A ten-for-one deal was mind-blowing to a 5-year old like me, and I felt that I would be an idiot to pass it up. We sealed the deal instantly.

Not surprisingly, this proposal “of a lifetime” was followed up by six similar offers, all of which I accepted with glee. By the end of the trade, Ashlee had a heavenly stash of every chocolate-covered, marshmallow-filled candy in creation. I had a mountain of jellybeans, most of which were licorice-flavored.

No child likes licorice-flavored jellybeans!

Obviously this injustice called for action on my part. I knew that ‘sweet revenge’ would best compensate for the bitter-tasting licorice jellybeans in my pile.

The next day, I pulled out a red crayon, a piece of computer paper and a stick of Elmer’s glue, awkwardly scribbled the words “FoR SaiL” on the paper, and placed the sign in front of my prized pile of Beanie Babies. My Beanie Baby collection had been carefully built up over the past few months in the form of birthday gifts and Christmas presents, until about a dozen sat peacefully on my nightstand. I had recently discovered that my sister had an interest in them, and I knew that she had a lot of money to spend. I had a plan to sell my Beanie Babies at inflated prices, knowing that the small stuffed animal craze would soon be over, just like the Furby craze and the Tamagotchi fad of the early 90s. I could use the money to buy cooler things, and Ashlee would end up with worthless palm-sized Dalmatians and unicorns. Once I reflected over the genius of my plan, my first evil cackle escaped from my lips.

Ashlee came into the room a few moments later as I sat on a chair, adjusting one of the tentacles of Opie the Octopus. Surprised that I was offering to sell my special collection, Ashlee offered one dollar for the lot. I shook my head no. Ashlee thought for a moment, somewhat surprised that I was bargaining with her, and she made a new offer. “How about 12 cents for each animal? That’s $1.44!”

Again, I refused. I informed her that I would not accept anything lower than $5 per animal, not including tax.

We bargained back and forth for several minutes, Ashlee demanding $1.50 for the lot, me lowering my demands to $4…her raising her price to $1.55, me lowering my demands to $3. After the third minute of debate I was tired of arguing and, wanting to go downstairs for some pretzels, I let her take the animals for her final offer of $2.40.

The next week, I was $2.30 richer (I lost a dime somewhere along the way) and Ashlee had 12 shiny Beanie Babies. I still thought that I was rich, until I went to the store and found that even the cheapest Beanie Baby was four times the price that Ashlee had given me for 12. I could only mutter under my breath and buy a bag of a cool-looking candy called Twizzlers, assuming that the Beanie Baby trend would soon end and Ashlee’s gain would no longer matter. On the car ride home, I discovered to my utter horror that Twizzlers were licorice flavored.

The Beanie Baby craze, I would later find out, became the greatest of all kid crazes, and it lasted for the duration of my 6-year elementary school career. Fortunately, Ashlee would let me play with the furry friends whenever I wanted. However, I was no longer their owner, and as such my reputation among my young colleagues as a Beanie Baby connoisseur was ruined. In addition, I came to realize that during the period of time I had been jealous of Ashlee, my real loss was not the Beanie Babies or the Snickers...it was our damaged friendship. We had not played together during all the time I was seeking revenge. She may have been a crooked seller, but she was my sister, and I was wrong to let jellybeans come between us.

Since my experience in the Beanie Baby seller’s market, I have found myself in more serious situations where I have felt mistreated or victimized. However, I am proud to say that I have not made further attempts at revenge, and I have become a better person for it. I know that whatever damage I cause someone else in taking revenge, the pain I cause myself is worse. Revenge is not sweet. It is bitter and disappointing...like a licorice-flavored jellybean.

Nobody likes licorice-flavored jellybeans.

New Year's Resolutions

I was thinking really hard about some resolutions at about 2 AM on January 1. I was blinking at the last page of my journal thinking, "Come on, all you need is a list of about 5 or 6 things to finish the page!"

But I couldn't think of anything. Not a single thing.

That part of my journal is still blank.

I don't think that the problem is that I can't find anything about myself to improve. I could exercise more, eat better, procrastinate less...but I've come to realize that I'm just too lazy right now to commit to these things. Why make goals to run half marathons in the middle of winter? Why choose to procrastinate less when facebook and this blog are such fun distractions? I guess that I just...like where I am at the moment.

By February I'll think of some good resolutions. But for now, I'm resolving to get myself a peanut butter sandwich and some hot chocolate. That's where true happiness lies.

New Year's Resolutions

I was thinking really hard about some resolutions at about 2 AM on January 1. I was blinking at the last page of my journal thinking, "Come on, all you need is a list of about 5 or 6 things to finish the page!"

But I couldn't think of anything. Not a single thing.

That part of my journal is still blank.

I don't think that the problem is that I can't find anything about myself to improve. I could exercise more, eat better, procrastinate less...but I've come to realize that I'm just too lazy right now to commit to these things. Why make goals to run half marathons in the middle of winter? Why choose to procrastinate less when facebook and this blog are such fun distractions? I guess that I just...like where I am at the moment.

By February I'll think of some good resolutions. But for now, I'm resolving to get myself a peanut butter sandwich and some hot chocolate. That's where true happiness lies.

Mitt and Mick...

I really hope that Mitt Romney takes New Hampshire.

Now after seeing the New Hampshire debates last night, you might consider me a strange person to like Romney as a candidate. We all know that Romney is prone to putting out negative ads, usually against different policies but in some cases against people personally. Let's also not forget the fact that Romney has changed some of his views on the issues.

But let me make one thing clear. Every candidate has put out the same negative garbage that Mitt has put out; Mitt has just gotten more credit for it because he has the most money to play with. However, if McCain had the same amount of money Romney has, he would probably produce as many ads as Mitt has. Now, I don't think that Romney's negative ads make him a better person; I am a member of the LDS church like Romney and I don't think he should be running negative ads because it isn't Christian. He should be above those things. Since everybody else is doing it, however, I've got to choose a candidate based on his ideas and not on their personal attacking method.

Of course, what I will not stand for is attacking someone at a live debate. That is a different story. To spend time attacking someone's character when someone has asked you about your personal views and policies is rude to the asker. Romney did a little of that, but Huckabee and McCain spent most of their time doing it on Saturday. They played victims of Romney and they didn't spend nearly enough time on the issues.

It is for this reason that I'd like to step aside from the Romney negative side and show what I like about him. I like that Romney has a plan -- an actual plan -- about how to solve the healthcare crisis. He's even tested that plan in his state and it has been very successful. He is the only republican with real marketing/business experience. In a nation with underfunding for education, inflation and a reeling economy in general, we need a guy who can understand what's going on and fix it. I like Romney's immigration policy. It's hard-line, I know, but it's the fairest idea out there. Let the legal immigrants who have been waiting around go first and have the illegal people go back to their countries and wait in line. Fred Thompson (who performed well last night) put it best with his ideas of immigration reform 'by attrition.' We take out these guys over time, enforcing our laws, not giving them the 'slap on the wrist' that a fine is.

Well, I doubt that Romney will win, but it's unfortunate that he's losing because we could use a guy like him in the USA. In any case, Romney would make an amazing VP, so I suggest that any candidates reading my blog take him into consideration. With Romney, he'd have my vote.

Mitt and Mick...

I really hope that Mitt Romney takes New Hampshire.

Now after seeing the New Hampshire debates last night, you might consider me a strange person to like Romney as a candidate. We all know that Romney is prone to putting out negative ads, usually against different policies but in some cases against people personally. Let's also not forget the fact that Romney has changed some of his views on the issues.

But let me make one thing clear. Every candidate has put out the same negative garbage that Mitt has put out; Mitt has just gotten more credit for it because he has the most money to play with. However, if McCain had the same amount of money Romney has, he would probably produce as many ads as Mitt has. Now, I don't think that Romney's negative ads make him a better person; I am a member of the LDS church like Romney and I don't think he should be running negative ads because it isn't Christian. He should be above those things. Since everybody else is doing it, however, I've got to choose a candidate based on his ideas and not on their personal attacking method.

Of course, what I will not stand for is attacking someone at a live debate. That is a different story. To spend time attacking someone's character when someone has asked you about your personal views and policies is rude to the asker. Romney did a little of that, but Huckabee and McCain spent most of their time doing it on Saturday. They played victims of Romney and they didn't spend nearly enough time on the issues.

It is for this reason that I'd like to step aside from the Romney negative side and show what I like about him. I like that Romney has a plan -- an actual plan -- about how to solve the healthcare crisis. He's even tested that plan in his state and it has been very successful. He is the only republican with real marketing/business experience. In a nation with underfunding for education, inflation and a reeling economy in general, we need a guy who can understand what's going on and fix it. I like Romney's immigration policy. It's hard-line, I know, but it's the fairest idea out there. Let the legal immigrants who have been waiting around go first and have the illegal people go back to their countries and wait in line. Fred Thompson (who performed well last night) put it best with his ideas of immigration reform 'by attrition.' We take out these guys over time, enforcing our laws, not giving them the 'slap on the wrist' that a fine is.

Well, I doubt that Romney will win, but it's unfortunate that he's losing because we could use a guy like him in the USA. In any case, Romney would make an amazing VP, so I suggest that any candidates reading my blog take him into consideration. With Romney, he'd have my vote.

I Will Never Think of Ladybugs the Same Way Again

This year I'm taking AP Biology with the legendary Mrs. Dee. When I entered this class I expected to have an amazing experience. I didn't realize just HOW amazing that experience would turn out to be...or how strange.

The Top 10 Things I Learned in My First 2 months of AP Bio:
10) Babysitting a ladybug is impossible. If you must contain a ladybug in a petri dish, make sure to use lots of tape to seal the edges of the screening. Ladybugs are fierce escapees and will do anything to find freedom. Including attacking your hand.
9) Squirrels are the only animals worth running over.
8) Prokaryotes will kill us all.
7) Birds steal, commit adultery and reject their fellow man. And they make no excuses.
6) Just because you can get an A on a test doesn't mean that you can count to 15. Or 9 for that matter.
5) Microscopes are the enemy.
4) Antibacterial soap is the...other...enemy.
3) Learning about the Hardy Weinberg theorem has potent soporific effects.
2) Bees and hornets are gang members. Dat b whack yo.
1) Darwin was bald, wimpy and weird. His awesome mind was his primary redeeming quality.

Honorable mention: The Darwin Awards is perhaps one of the greatest books ever written.

I Will Never Think of Ladybugs the Same Way Again

This year I'm taking AP Biology with the legendary Mrs. Dee. When I entered this class I expected to have an amazing experience. I didn't realize just HOW amazing that experience would turn out to be...or how strange.

The Top 10 Things I Learned in My First 2 months of AP Bio:
10) Babysitting a ladybug is impossible. If you must contain a ladybug in a petri dish, make sure to use lots of tape to seal the edges of the screening. Ladybugs are fierce escapees and will do anything to find freedom. Including attacking your hand.
9) Squirrels are the only animals worth running over.
8) Prokaryotes will kill us all.
7) Birds steal, commit adultery and reject their fellow man. And they make no excuses.
6) Just because you can get an A on a test doesn't mean that you can count to 15. Or 9 for that matter.
5) Microscopes are the enemy.
4) Antibacterial soap is the...other...enemy.
3) Learning about the Hardy Weinberg theorem has potent soporific effects.
2) Bees and hornets are gang members. Dat b whack yo.
1) Darwin was bald, wimpy and weird. His awesome mind was his primary redeeming quality.

Honorable mention: The Darwin Awards is perhaps one of the greatest books ever written.