Today I officially graduated!

I also:

• wore a shirt and tie
• received a compliment regarding above mentioned tie
  
• found out that several of my friends look a lot like their parental counterparts
• sat for WAY too long
  
• clapped repeatedly in the presence of President Hinckley
• saw the Vice President of the United States
• listened to the Vice President (very enjoyable actually)
  
• spent time with friends
• took pictures
  
• saw my youngest sister
  
• ate dinner with part of my family (Dad, older brother and sister, and youngest sister)
  
• surprised several different pairs of friends when they found out that I'm friends with one of their friends independent of my relationship with them (I know a good number of people)
  
• got a cool graduation gift
  
• ate Pudding on the Rice (for free)
• had an hour and a half phone conversation with a friend
• withstood the pain of a massive headache
  

Yesterday I...

• took my last college final
• clocked into work for like 10 minutes to fill out some employee interest questionnaire thing that made no sense since I'm graduating and leaving that job
• fixed someone's ipod
  
• received an unexpected graduation gift from a friend that means a lot to me (thank you anonymous.)
  
• sat and talked in our hammock with someone I desperately have been needing to talk to for awhile (I'm sorry I didn't say what I did sooner.)
  
• lost my moleskin notebook
• came home to an alarm clock that doesn't show the time anymore
  
• exchanged the brown tassel they gave me at the cap and gown place for a white one like I'm suppose to have (that would have been fun to be the only communications student at graduation tomorrow with a brown tassel...haha)
• received several positive emails about possible interviews in NY
• ate mac & cheese
  
• had a friend call to tell me he found a moleskin notebook with my name on the inside cover on a table in the WILK (at this point, I hadn't even known I'd lost it)
• graded some papers and input some grades (but not nearly as many as I should have today)
  
• got a massage (and oh was it marvelous)
  
• went to bed at like 2 am or something like that
  

I should be sleeping

489 Throwdown

OK, so it's almost here. The end of the semester is just around the corner and Monday is our big 489 presentation to EA. Some of you know the immensity of what this means. 489 is a major part of your culminating experience as an advertising student. If any BYU film students are reading this post: it's like 419...on crack.

I just want to say that I'm way excited for Monday. I got home a couple minutes ago, the majority of my evening having been spent running through our presentation with the rest of my group again, and again, and again. I love them! They are awesome!

I can't think of a better group of people I would want to share this culminating part of my college experience with.

Upcoming Show! This Saturday!!

I've been busy, but I really should post about this.

OK, so maybe you noticed the addition to the sidebar. You can see a list of our upcoming shows. I don't know how long this will last since I have no idea what's going to happen after I graduate so come enjoy The Plan while you can!!!

We are playing this Saturday at Muse Music with some other very talented musicians (at least, that's what I've been told....I don't know any of them personally, but apparently Taylor does.) Oh! and if you're lucky we will be unveiling a new song as well as have a guest come perform a song or two with us...yes folks, that's right: Rob Whalen. :)

Ode to a guy with ILS (Imaginary Lat Syndrome)

I see you as I walk toward the stairs to the RB.
You look like you're 15, and roughly 4 ft 3.

Is it short man's complex to which you've been diagnosed?
It very well might be, but it's not what I notice most.

It's your arms, oh your arms...how they hang there so awkward
away from your sides as if you've about to jump skyward.

Why is it, I ask, that you hold yourself mid funky chicken dance?
Why is it you stand in this most akward stance?

It's my muscles you cry!
My latissimus dorsi!
There's so swollen and huge!
roughly the size of Baton Rouge!

I take a second and look to see what you mean
but I see nothing unordinary, nothing obscene.

"Are you sure that's what's wrong?"
"Oh yes, I'm quite strong."

My fears now confirmed I have to profess
It's my humble opinion, this boy has ILS.

Stats

When I got home from working on 489 tonight I decided I'd ride the bike for a half hour. Here's how I did.

Speed (mph)
Average: 25.6
Max: 38.5 (I wasn't there for too long.)

Distance: 12.8 miles
Time: 30 min

Goodbye My Love (aka Lost Melody)

My heart's bleeding inside me
but I continue to fake "just fine."
Lying sweetly through a counterfeit smile,
reminding myself you're not mine.

With every part of me exposed I've waited for relief.
But time weighs down my tired heart constrains to scream release.

Goodbye my love.
You've come too late.
This broken heart of mine can't wait.

To you friendship means silence.
At least that's what I've percieved.
If you don't love me just say it.
You're not saving me any grief.

With every part of me exposed I've waited for relief.
But time weighs down my tired heart constrains to scream release.

Goodbye my love.
You've come too late.
This broken heart of mine can't wait.

My heart's bleeding inside me
but I continue to fake "just fine."
Lying sweetly through a counterfeit smile,
reminding myself you're not mine.

You're not mine.
Goodbye.

I'll be completely honest,

I lied.