Update: The girl at church. Her name is Karen Nelson. We went to church on Christmas Eve and we sat near the front. They had a strings section for the evening - she plays the violin - and they were dressed semi-formally. She sure looked divine. Anyways, today in the newspaper, there was a "Student Profile" on her!! I learned many things from this. She is interested in music, just like myself. History is her favorite subject, just like myself. She wants to go into a career that involves music and traveling, just like myself. Coincidence? Hmm..I think I need to introduce myself to her. We shall see.

We all know who Bono and the Edge are, but who are those other two fellas in U2? Obviously Bono and the Edge planned on them being the only ones in the spotlight, or they would have named the band U4....

The Mystery of Britney's Breasts.

A few years ago I attempted to visit every website on the Internet. I forgot where I left off.

Ahh, Christmas is coming to a close. I don't feel as depressed now as I did this time last year. Maybe it will set in post-New Years. We shall see. Oh yeah, the girl in church, Karen. My cousin pointed out to me that she strikingly resembles Mandy Moore, thus the attraction. I concur.

For the holiday season, the gracious lords at my place of employment are not requiring us to wear our uniforms. Because of this, some of my fellow co-workers had this hair-brained idea to have a retro day at work. Well, tomorrow is the day. I spent $10 at Savers, and my outfit is complete. I can't wait for the sneers and jeers.

So there is this really beautiful gal at church who plays piano every Sunday during the service. Our eyes have met a few times, and I am thinking she might be into me. Anyways, after the service, my Grandpa goes up to her and starts telling her how much he enjoyed her piano playing today and stuff. I am like, dude, why can't I do that? Getting tips from my Grandpa, how nice is that. Okay, so one of these Sundays, I am going to go up to this gal, and talk to her. Maybe ask her out or something. The question is: Does Brent have enough balls to go up to a girl he doesn't know and ask her out? Well, if Grandpa can do it (although he didn't ask her out, sicko) and if friend Andy can do it (he asked out some random chick in our Geo 111 class), then Brent can do it! Okay, easier said than done. I will keep you posted. Oh yeah, her name is Karen.

Happy Hanukwanzmas!

Last night I had my first bad dream in years. Boxelder bugs. Hundreds of them everywhere. That wasn't the scary part though. I got out a kleenex and squeezed a bunch at a time, like ten. Then, BEEP BEEP BEEP, my alarm woke me up just as they were scrunching. Whew.

I was watching TV tonight, and a commercial came on. "You have big plans this weekend. Unfortunately, so does your period." I'm offended.

I exposed my dad to the greatness of TV Land. I think its his new favorite channel.

I am gonna try and start calling my superiors and various others "sir" and "ma'am." Bringing it back to the old school. See what happens.

As I walked into the break room I noticed a half eaten King Size Kit-Kat sitting on the counter. "That's been sitting there since my last break at 2:00," one lady offered. "Well, what doesn't kill me can only make me stronger," I replied. Wow, that was a good candy bar.

Last week I woke up one morning, well, actually, I woke up all of the mornings. Anyways, one of the morning, when I awoke, my uvula was sitting on my tongue. I didn't know thats what it was at first, so I kinda just sat there, rather scared. Like every other time I am nervous, I went to sit on the can. As I was sitting there, moving my head side to side, I felt the thing moving around. Then i reached back and tried to grab it and see if thats what it was. Sure enough. My uvula (hangy-ball thing in the back of the throat) was inflamed. I guess I was allergic to something that was around me. Oh well, hasn't happened since. Oh this crazy life.

Sometimes I wonder if eating the chili is really worth it.