Ode to the Librizzle

Today I finally loved the HBLL fully. It is such a wonderful place.

Except for when I'm doing homework there.

But at all other times, it's magnificent. I see people I know, I chat on facebook, and sometimes I am blessed with the opportunity to witness strange social happenings. For example, today I sat down at a computer in the LRC. Two minutes later, a guy

walked in sporting the Fresh Prince of Bel-air hair.

He looked EXACTLY like him. And then a guy with a lumberjack shirt and a super-stringy, nasty blonde mustache sat down next to him. I sat back and marveled at their juxtaposition. It was the backwoods meeting the inner-city. It should have been photographed.

The library is also the best place to overhear strange bits of conversation. Or gawk at nasty couples who only came there to cuddle, not study; you know, when the girl is sitting in the guy's lap and stroking his hair while they stare into each other's eyes. It's also a good place to find people watching funny videos, like a few moments ago when I glanced at the girl's screen next to mine and saw she was watching a video that at one point flashed these words on the screen:

"...i know i'm a sex kitten in the morning."

Riiiiiiight. Still, what with that, the lumberjack, and

will smith, I almost exploded from pure randomness.

Ooooh! I almost forgot. Two more things:

1: My friend Rosanne worked there and made shirts that say "What in the HBLL are you doing?" Paha. Clever, veiled profanity.

2: When you say "No-Shhhhh Zone," it totally also sounds like cursing. Isn't this the biggest oversight at BYU? How did any prophet ever approve the naming of that? And what if a

general authority were to visit now, and for some reason they had a reception for him there, could they really announce "After the devotional, if you'd like to meet President Eyring, please meet in the NO-S*** ZONE?!?"

Someone's gotta tell somebody.

final p.s.

the library makes itself really hard to steal from

this is cool.

i bared my little old soul and applied to the illustration program.  and they don't notify those accepted until april.  

seriously?

it takes them 2 months to decide if they want to say

"you downright suck" 

or 

"we welcome you with open arms into all the glory of the visual arts program.  let us mold you" 

???

maybe if i get accepted and have a somewhat prestigious art career i can one day get hired at BYU, sit on my butt all day, and gain a reputation for judging people real fast-like.  kids can line up outside my door with art pieces in hand and high hopes, and i can make them or break them in 3.4 seconds.  "green hippo with a mustache?  intriguing.  you're in."

"still life of a potato?  boring.  denied."

"drawing of me that makes me appear more attractive than i really am?  come on in."

"bloody depiction of a puppy killing his 4-year-old owner?  we'd like to monitor your progress very closely and may commit you someday, but for now, you're hired."

yeah. i could do that.

anyway.  some people asked to see what i turned in.  so voila.

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY,

MISS JUAREZ

[i hope my first tribute is up to your par]

oh. my. lanta.

every once in a while i see an oldies 

music video that makes me think 

"how on earth did they not realize how stupid this looks?!?"  

i'm used to it.  the bad clothes, the even worse hair, 

and the lead singer looking angry and 

stomping one foot in time with the music.  

but this one takes the fa-reaking cake.  

i guarantee you, if you watch it in its entirety,

it will blow your mind.  it has ninjas, swimmers, 

glowing eyes, doves, and schoolboys with wings.

and a backstory that i think has something to do with being a pedophile.

how can you resist??????

oooooooh how i love people.

i vaguely recall once promising meg this would never be on facebook.

so blogger's the next best thing.

meg. i miss you. you enrich my life. and you're the one who taught me how to give little tribute moments like this, so here's one for you.  i always feel like i'll remember how i feel about people and things that happen because they're so immediate, but i always lose them when i don't write them down in my journal or record them some other way.   but doing things like this help me slow down life and pinpoint things that i can look back at someday 

and say, hey, that really mattered. 

so here's your tribute moment, narfbag.  this video captures the best moment of the best night (so far) of our friendship.