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Lets start calling paper tree flesh

In West Philadelphia

BYU just sent me this:

"Who’s Your Champion?

Each year, BYUSA seeks to recognize five outstanding individuals from the BYU community for their genuine commitment, example, integrity, and contributions to others by presenting them with one of the university’s most prestigious service awards: the Brigham Award.

Nominations for this award are now being accepted at http://brighamawards.byu.edu, and nominations will close on Friday, Feb. 5. All current BYU students, faculty, and staff are eligible. Nominees must abide by the Honor Code.

Recipients will be announced April 13, 2010, at this year’s Unforum in a special video presentation.

Nominate at http://brighamawards.byu.edu

Questions? brighamawards@byu.edu"

Which reminds me of voting for Prom King and Queen, and how we'd always try to get one of our friends crowned, but it turned out that we just didn't have that many friends and we just weren't that influential so we'd shrug our shoulders and go back to playing tetris or making smoothies.

keyboarding

I had hiccups in class. And my phone rang. Also, I think my shoes smell funny.
MUNDAE

in the kind of world where we belong

Entering my last semester of college has given me a wholly undeserved sense of entitlement. I figure my opinion is most valid regarding most things because I'm probably older than most any one who has their hand raised. I feel like I should be at the front of every line because I've been waiting in these lines for six years. I park in faculty parking because at this point I probably know just as much as they do (I recognize that these statements are neither rational nor accurate). I give freshmen condescending looks, although my condescending look just looks like I'm trying to connect eyebrows. I use the library computers to watch tv shows on hulu. I don't really have a justification for that one.

the harder it is to live without it

I keep waiting for the large tree outside my house to crash through my window.
The winds be blowin.

My daddy says I'm fine

We don't like things that don't belong. Sesame Street teaches us that one of these things is not like the other. So we don't like the one square among the three circles. It's not right. It belongs with the other squares. Just like mold belongs in blue cheese, not in bread. And dirt is lovely in the garden but horrific beneath my fingernail. Cookies in the cabinet, not in the bed. I don't know about that one actually. I think i would feel okay advocating the rights of cookies, maybe holding a picket sign reading "Oreos deserve a good night's sleep." Because it's prejudice really. Maybe the square has always felt more like a circle. And who are we to say "Sorry, you were born a square, so a square you must remain." It's forsaking the American Dream.

Ooh la la la

I think the good people behind the counter at 7-11 are the only beings on the planet who would smile at me while I count out $1.43 in nickels (and three pennies).