While trying to understand the definition of limits and work a few problems in the math lab, a kid sat down next to me and proceeded to do his homework as well. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another day in the math lab.....until this kid started talking to himself. Not once but many times, whether it was congratulating himself on solving a problem correctly or getting mad at his instructor for problems that were in the book that he did not understand. His rantings became increasingly intense over the next hour. There was only a finite amount of time in which this behavior could be borne until it was time for me to excape into my headphones. As this kid continued to do his homework, his bodily gestures became more and more erratic. I think I started to fear for my life at one point. How was this kid allowed into BYU?? rather, how was this kid allowed into society?? I thought there was a sanity standard that had to be met before entrance into college ?? I don't know, I guess it's all about being able to pay tuition anymore.

I.C.O.T.

The ICOT (or International Council of 'Them') is alive and very much well. This I learned today while in my Calculus class. Members of the ICOT are very powerful and their influence goes far beyond our awareness and even into the very details of our exsistance. The ICOT control everything from the letters that we recieve in the mail to the internet connection we use to the very blogs that we write. Allow me to illustrate:
Example A:
Have you ever been late for an important event that just happened to be either across town or even in another town and caught every red light between point A and point B ?!? or got caught in traffic that may you so rediculously late that no excuse in the world would help?!? This was the doings of the ICOT.

Example B:
Have you ever left your keys or homework or shoes somewhere in your apartment or home knowing you would return to it only to find that the thing you left suddenly disappeared and you could not find it till the next day ?!? This was the ICOT.

The ICOT has such an impact in the little details of our lives that we can't even do math without their involvment. While learning the definition of a limit I found that there is one part of limits that only the ICOT controls. This is my epsilon . This control over such an important number in limits forces me to pick a delta that is less than the Epsilon. This infuriates me!!! Why do I have to be bound by such rules ?!? Why can't I even pick my own Epsilon?!? I'm sure that's why the ICOT named this 'limits', giving them power over our very homework.

Mel Gibson in 'Conspiracy Theory' made mention of the ICOT, in his own way. He talks about 'they'. "That's what they, they start when you're young, y'know. When you're little they, at school they, they Baden-Powell all the boys and they Betty Crocker all the girls and they, then they air condition ya' and put ya' in the Heat N' Bake Oven and ya' can't breathe any more"...the ICOT.

I think I've made my point. So if ever something happens uncontrollably and unexpectedly, it might be the ICOT.

Things have been different lately. I'm not too sure what has been triggering it, but a tendency to wander has set in.. New locations, new experiences, new something. The safety nets that have been woven in the past seem to be losing their strength. Times have been and are setting to change yet again. I don't know if the events that are going to happen in the near future are for the better but it seems like something needs to change. Who knows ?!?
Change will be good. If there is one thing I have learned in all my years of roaming, it is that it all somehow works out. Just ride the ride a little bit longer. Eventually, you'll say to yourself, "That wasn't that bad....Let's go again !!!!" (Life lessons that were learned at Six Flags, who knew?)

Angels Fall First- Nightwish

An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles

Needed elsewhere
to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first

Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light

[Repeat chorus]

Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need

Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian

This one goes out to Johnny Cash, and all my other homies that have passed on.

A Sign that science is taking a step in the right direction. Good work Boys !!!!

In gospel essentials today, we talked of the talents that we were given in the time before this life. I was paired with someone who has become familar a few of my habits and tendencies. While in the midst of discussing, I found that I have a talent for, and I quote, "Sinful Behavior". I found this rather interesting\intriguing\hilarious. I do have to admit a bit of irreverance is rather enjoyable, but I don't think that merits 'a talent for sinful behavior'. Maybe I was curious as a child, slightly mischievious in adolescents, and perhaps high school and college held some rambunctious days, but I think it's all good. I mean, when you think about it, if everyone followed all the rules ALL the time, then we might end up with something that resembles a world like in the movie 'Demolition Man'...boring, dry, and full of radio stations that played only vintage commercials, like the Oscar Meyer weiner song. Variety is the spice of life.

This is a Dedication to Steve "MasterYoda" Humpherys and to his travels from his 'Shire' to the land inhabited by strange folk known as San Francisco. Off to conquer the realm of Accountants and hopefully obtain many riches in his quest. Good Luck and may the Force be with you!!!!

Upon the completetion of the first week of school, things have been...well...rather strange. New semester, new bishopric, new roommates, new ward members, and now, new calling. The only familiarity I've had are my friends and my apartment. Alfredo still stops to chat with me, and that feels normal. All I can say is 'Thank Goodness for a Super Awesome Evanescence Concert !!!" That may have just saved my sanity. Also contributing to my peace of mind are my new DDR CD and my new Spiderman Disk thrower. I'm glad it's the simple things that really matter. Who says there are age limits on toys ?!?! Those things are the 'Fountain of Youth'. Too bad Ponce de Leon never had a Spiderman Disk shooter. It would have saved him a whole lot of trouble.