Just a quote

Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall
Nor the barrels of death's rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground 
The last dim star of pain is hurled
But the blind indifference 
Of a merciless, unfeeling world.
-Roger Waters-

I don't have anything funny to write tonight (always open to suggestions!) but I came across some more of Mr. Waters' wonderfully penned poetry tonight and felt like I should share it! Happy Monday, let's make this week better than last week.

"Some people die by the drop"

My blog was very attention starved, as I neglected it for the entire month of May. My post from the other will clearly show you that the month+ break did not give me anything worthwhile to write/read. This was until yesterday of course, when the wonderful Christine wrote a post I am totally stealing the concept of.
I know everyone that reads my blog, I think. At least to a point. But now I am going to tell you 3 things about myself that you may not know. You have to return the favor by telling me 3 things about yourself that I may not know. You can comment on mine, send me a message, or even follow in my footsteps and write your own blog post to share the love and facts.

1. If you know me even a little, you will know that I love good food. What less people know is my super power to remember meals long past. I actually remember major life events by recalling the meals surrounding those events. I remember places much better if I had a meal there. For example, the other day my sister asked if we had ever been to Bethany. I struggled to remember, but finally went "Oh yes, we stopped at the McDonalds in Bethany on the way up to see Coldplay last summer!" It wasn't until later that I remembered my several trips there for different high school functions. If you doubt this super power, just ask my family. It is kind of a game we play sometimes. I don't think I have ever lost.

2. As mellow as I try to be, I am a serious over-thinker. I prefer email to phone calls because I can meticulously edit an email 12 times before sending it. Conversations are planned out in my head over and over before they actually happen. Sometimes I have to ask people if a conversation ever really took place. I spent an entire year of school with a huge crush on somebody and specifically planned to explain it on at least 6 million different occasions, but never did. Sometimes things wander into the ridiculous, like when I find myself particularly bored in the library and I start to wonder how I would Jason Bourne my way out of a situation if needed to (which furniture to throw through which window and such.) I have on at least one occasion wondered how I would Red Dawn my way out of a situation as I was falling asleep at night. Answer: Hide out in the field until the dirty soviets get comfortable in my house, then come in and go all Swayze on them.

3. I never cry.

Okay, I rarely cry. But I am easily moved and get goosebumps over lots of things. Sometimes I feel a little guilty because I will get goosebumps one night while watching the end of Return of the King, and get the same goosebumps the next morning singing my favorite hymn at church. Dark Side of the Moon gets me more often than not. Seeing Jack White jump off stage in the middle of "Carolina Drama" to lift a passed out girl over the safety rail gave me some serious goosebumps.
Actually, the entire concert being about 15 feet away from Jack gave me goosebumps.
The series finale of Lost DEFINITELY got me. Almost to tears, but not quite.

Now you know a little more about me. Maybe you understand me a little more or less.
Your turn to 'fess up.

Rambling for my sake more than yours

I haven't been on here in a while. I don't really have anything profound to say. It is summer and my brain certainly knows it. I have been down to Dallas twice in the last 2 weeks (drove down with mom, flew back solo, drove down with family, drove back up with family and mom [who is also family.]) There, I met and became completely best friends with Jackson Seth Jones. He is pretty much definitely the cutest baby nephew an uncle like me could hope for. Pictures are on facebook, as are all of you. Yes, you.
I've read a few books. Mostly Vince Flynn novels, but also A Hero of Our Time. It was excellent, and you should read it. Yes, you. I promised a blog post with my favorite excerpts, but now that I find myself on my blog my dad has the book because I told him to read it. And he listened to me.
I bought two pretty legitimate new albums. "Brothers" by The Black Keys and "Sea of Cowards" by The Dead Weather. I have been looking forward to Brothers since I heard about it and bought tickets to see them in Kansas City on June 4th (this friday!) It definitely did not disappoint. The second I was hesitant to buy, but that was foolish because Jack White was involved and I have never been disappointed in any of his albums. This one is funky, dark, and experimental. So I don't bore you to tears with my reviews, here is an article I found which happens to be about both albums:
http://www.boston.com/ae/music/articles/2010/05/30/indie_rockers_plumb_the_depths_of_neoblues/
What else? I'm getting very excited for my mission. It is quick approaching. My computer tells me it is now officially June 1st. Weird.
Also weird: sometimes I miss school. Maybe it is just the very limited social life I enjoyed very much in Provo (as opposed to the zero social life in Gallatin.) I think it is a mix of that and the fact that I miss challenging myself. My mind gets pretty lazy in the summer, no matter how much I promise myself that I'm going to read stimulating books and run 600 miles every day. The fact is that I wake up, do all the stuff I need to, and not do much else that requires any physical or mental effort. Maybe I'll do something crazy. I tell myself that every day, and it still doesn't really happen.

Alas.

Last thing: rockstars shouldn't get to hurt their backs and have emergency back surgeries and cancel certain concerts in 2 weeks. Yes Bono, this means you. I am thinking mean thoughts about you. But get better and stuff. Don't worry about me, who will be a little busy on the date you rescheduled the show for. Next year. Dislike.