Last year, Spencer and I made up a lot of songs during pep band. We made a compilation of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star and The ABC's songs into "Twinkle, Twinkle, E - F - G"
Here's this for ya:
If you hearken we'll inform you of,
The establishment we've come to admire,
The establishment that is way higher,
Above the rivals of her elevated chair,
from now on her accomplishments will be noticed!
D-L-E-I-F-H-C-I-R!
S-H-R, erubescent and cobalt,
Alma Mater here's our covenant to thou!
We are vain, of what you're called,
And we'll rejoice you as you rise to popularity. Yay-Yay!
Single and everyone, we'll remember, that we'll never allow your protocols to drop!
For we're vain as is possible, D-L-E-I-F-H-C-I-R!
By Justin Stoker and Spencer Scott,
with contributions from Nicole and Tommy, and other pepband members.
Thanks :)
--Stoker
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A very interesting night
---This is kind of long. Just a warning---
Last night was strange. It started out with a movie bash at my apartment that my roommate set up. Only Ryan, Breanna, Daniel, and I were there, with a strange visit from a guy I don't know, where we just had a good time watching Enchanted. As always, a good party isn't only a movie, so we thought of things to do and ultimately went down to the temple to sit and chill. After a half hour or more there, we stopped at a convenience store, grabbed some drinks, and went to a park by the malt shop ("There's a park behind the malt shop!?").
It was getting late (almost 1:00 am), and Ryan was hungry and wanted to go home, so Daniel drove Ryan and me back to Ryan's car at my apartment, then took off again. I assumed he was just going to take Breanna home after they talked a bit, so maybe a half hour at the most. Ryan hopped into his car and was pulling out of the driveway just as I was at my front door. It was locked, and I didn't have my key, and Daniel and his key was long gone by then. I tried to flag Ryan down, but he didn't see me waving my hands around non-frantically. I wasn't too worried because it seemed that Daniel would be back fairly soon.
I remembered my car was unlocked (luckily) and hopped into it to stay warm. I had a blanket and some clothes in the back, so I popped the fold-down seats and grabbed em, then decided to try to sleep until Daniel came back.
A few fallen-asleep-legs (sleeping in a car is tough to do) and two hours came and went, with still no Daniel. I still saw no need to call him -- I was just fine in the car.
2:30 AM: When I looked up to check to see if Daniel was home as I'd been doing every 20 minutes, I saw a guy walking past my apartment. I didn't think much of it, but still watched him cautiously. He seemed to stop a little bit out of my sight behind parked car, right where my unlocked bike was (I hadn't locked it up that day after coming back from my classes. It seemed safe enough with us all being home and all.), and I got a little bit more attentive. He started walking off with my bike, and the next thing I knew, I was out on the gravel in my socks, saying, "Hey, HEY! Please don't take my bike." He stopped and started swearing a bit. He might have said sorry a couple times, but I can't remember exact words for about 10 seconds from the adrenaline rush from stopping my bike from being stolen.
The first thing I remember is him desperately offering me $20 for a ride to Manti. He was really flustered about something apart from being busted. I told him I didn't have my car keys and I was locked out of my apartment. Among "sorry"s and a frantic voice, he told me that he had just rode his friend's bike 20 miles from Mt. Pleasant in a desperate attempt to get to Manti to see his girlfriend. The same friend had told her some things about this guy and he needed to fix things with her. I called Daniel and he came back to unlock the door for me.
I offered the guy a ride to Manti, because his story and reason for needing my bike seemed legit. As the guy was waiting outside my car while I ran in to grab my keys, I talked with Breanna and Daniel and asked them to keep and eye on him. On my way out I almost said "This guys tried to steal my bike--" but stopped because I didn't want to say it so loud in front of him... "He needs a ride to Manti, so I'll be back soon," was my final comment, instead. I unlocked the doors and he worriedly asked if we were going to call the cops. I told him I wasn't, and I was pretty sure Daniel wouldn't, either. It was easy to see he was scared at that.
On the way, we talked a bit about school and whatnot. He's going to college to become a nurse, he said, but he was really behind on the work with all the drama in his relationship. All the while he was saying what a terrible day it had been, how terrible he felt for trying to steal the bike, and how glad he was that I was giving him a ride. He still offered me money for it, but I turned him down. I just wanted to help. "It's seriously scary riding a bike in the dark down this highway, man. You can't see anything." He really didn't seem like a bad guy; he was just in a stressful situation, and wasn't making the best decisions.
I dropped him off in Miller's Drive-in place thingy in Manti, where he thanked me one last time and took off not too far to his girlfriend's house. That's the last I saw of him.
Now, I know most of you reading this might be thinking, "He was lying! He could have killed you!". You may be right, but I'm fine. Twice he said that he wasn't going to do anything to me and just needed to get to Manti. He said it in a way that said he knew I might think that he would try something. I'll be honest, though, I was prepared to fight in the beginning if he tried to take something from me.
But really, I learned not to judge people soley by their actions from this. The fact of the matter is this: He seemed at a loss and needed help, so I stepped in to help him.
Do you ever wonder if things happen for a reason? This night could have been very different if things hadn't turned out like it had.
-One, my bike could have been locked up, and he would have just kept walking.
-Two, I could have had my house key and kept the bike unlocked, only to wake up to a missing bike, causing more problems than were needed.
-Three, I might have slept through it all in my car had I not looked up just as he was walking by.
All-in-all, I helped someone in need, so I'm satisfied.
Last night was strange. It started out with a movie bash at my apartment that my roommate set up. Only Ryan, Breanna, Daniel, and I were there, with a strange visit from a guy I don't know, where we just had a good time watching Enchanted. As always, a good party isn't only a movie, so we thought of things to do and ultimately went down to the temple to sit and chill. After a half hour or more there, we stopped at a convenience store, grabbed some drinks, and went to a park by the malt shop ("There's a park behind the malt shop!?").
It was getting late (almost 1:00 am), and Ryan was hungry and wanted to go home, so Daniel drove Ryan and me back to Ryan's car at my apartment, then took off again. I assumed he was just going to take Breanna home after they talked a bit, so maybe a half hour at the most. Ryan hopped into his car and was pulling out of the driveway just as I was at my front door. It was locked, and I didn't have my key, and Daniel and his key was long gone by then. I tried to flag Ryan down, but he didn't see me waving my hands around non-frantically. I wasn't too worried because it seemed that Daniel would be back fairly soon.
I remembered my car was unlocked (luckily) and hopped into it to stay warm. I had a blanket and some clothes in the back, so I popped the fold-down seats and grabbed em, then decided to try to sleep until Daniel came back.
A few fallen-asleep-legs (sleeping in a car is tough to do) and two hours came and went, with still no Daniel. I still saw no need to call him -- I was just fine in the car.
2:30 AM: When I looked up to check to see if Daniel was home as I'd been doing every 20 minutes, I saw a guy walking past my apartment. I didn't think much of it, but still watched him cautiously. He seemed to stop a little bit out of my sight behind parked car, right where my unlocked bike was (I hadn't locked it up that day after coming back from my classes. It seemed safe enough with us all being home and all.), and I got a little bit more attentive. He started walking off with my bike, and the next thing I knew, I was out on the gravel in my socks, saying, "Hey, HEY! Please don't take my bike." He stopped and started swearing a bit. He might have said sorry a couple times, but I can't remember exact words for about 10 seconds from the adrenaline rush from stopping my bike from being stolen.
The first thing I remember is him desperately offering me $20 for a ride to Manti. He was really flustered about something apart from being busted. I told him I didn't have my car keys and I was locked out of my apartment. Among "sorry"s and a frantic voice, he told me that he had just rode his friend's bike 20 miles from Mt. Pleasant in a desperate attempt to get to Manti to see his girlfriend. The same friend had told her some things about this guy and he needed to fix things with her. I called Daniel and he came back to unlock the door for me.
I offered the guy a ride to Manti, because his story and reason for needing my bike seemed legit. As the guy was waiting outside my car while I ran in to grab my keys, I talked with Breanna and Daniel and asked them to keep and eye on him. On my way out I almost said "This guys tried to steal my bike--" but stopped because I didn't want to say it so loud in front of him... "He needs a ride to Manti, so I'll be back soon," was my final comment, instead. I unlocked the doors and he worriedly asked if we were going to call the cops. I told him I wasn't, and I was pretty sure Daniel wouldn't, either. It was easy to see he was scared at that.
On the way, we talked a bit about school and whatnot. He's going to college to become a nurse, he said, but he was really behind on the work with all the drama in his relationship. All the while he was saying what a terrible day it had been, how terrible he felt for trying to steal the bike, and how glad he was that I was giving him a ride. He still offered me money for it, but I turned him down. I just wanted to help. "It's seriously scary riding a bike in the dark down this highway, man. You can't see anything." He really didn't seem like a bad guy; he was just in a stressful situation, and wasn't making the best decisions.
I dropped him off in Miller's Drive-in place thingy in Manti, where he thanked me one last time and took off not too far to his girlfriend's house. That's the last I saw of him.
Now, I know most of you reading this might be thinking, "He was lying! He could have killed you!". You may be right, but I'm fine. Twice he said that he wasn't going to do anything to me and just needed to get to Manti. He said it in a way that said he knew I might think that he would try something. I'll be honest, though, I was prepared to fight in the beginning if he tried to take something from me.
But really, I learned not to judge people soley by their actions from this. The fact of the matter is this: He seemed at a loss and needed help, so I stepped in to help him.
Do you ever wonder if things happen for a reason? This night could have been very different if things hadn't turned out like it had.
-One, my bike could have been locked up, and he would have just kept walking.
-Two, I could have had my house key and kept the bike unlocked, only to wake up to a missing bike, causing more problems than were needed.
-Three, I might have slept through it all in my car had I not looked up just as he was walking by.
All-in-all, I helped someone in need, so I'm satisfied.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A long time past.
Wow...It's been a long time since I've written anything here. I'll have to do it more often, now that I'm in college. Yes, I'm in Ephraim at Snow College, studying my butt off.......but not really! This is easy stuff. I have fun. I have free time. I eat food.
I'm in BoM at the Institute, Japanese I, Language in Society, Intro to Writing, Physics, and Intro to Psychology. It's seriously fun. After just the first couple days, I had a pretty general idea of what I wanted to major in: Linguistics. That's "the study of language" for those of you who aren't familiar with it. My Language in Society class is going to be all about how different cultures are shaped by their language. Right now we're talking about the aquisition of language, like how we learn it as a kid (I hesitate to say "learn" because no one really teaches us....we pick it up mostly on our own. It's really interesting). The professor in my Intro to Writing class also touched on that idea -- how we learn to use language. Think about it, when you wake up in the morning, how many possible things could you say when someone says "Good morning."? Now, how many times have you rehearsed saying each of those things? We are masters of our language from the age of two! You can't think that's a dumb thing to be majoring in...
The college life is just great, too. I've wanted to leave home for a LONG time, so this is perfect. The freedom, the independence....it's what I like in life. My roomates are great; Daniel is teaching me to play the guitar, Nathan has funny and snide remarks every now and then (plus, last night, his parents brought him lots of food...boo yah!), Brandon knows what he's talking about, Brian has an inner-child that 'giggles' at things, and the other roomate (I haven't quite learned his name yet -- he moved in a bit later) has good taste in music (minus the hip hop). I'm getting used to them fairly quickly. It's gonna be good.
The only problem right now is money....... Money is going to be the end of me, and possibly my college experience. I applied for Federal Financial Aid, but it has yet to arrive. I haven't paid for any tuition yet, and actually had to strike up a promisary note to get my student ID. If the financial aid doesn't show up before the middle of September, I'll owe a heckload of money that I don't have. On top of that, I need to take out a loan to buy books and take care of the apartment's rent. I'm honestly getting worried. But we'll see how it goes..
I'll write at least on a weekly basis, to catch up on things I've been doing. Sayonara
I'm in BoM at the Institute, Japanese I, Language in Society, Intro to Writing, Physics, and Intro to Psychology. It's seriously fun. After just the first couple days, I had a pretty general idea of what I wanted to major in: Linguistics. That's "the study of language" for those of you who aren't familiar with it. My Language in Society class is going to be all about how different cultures are shaped by their language. Right now we're talking about the aquisition of language, like how we learn it as a kid (I hesitate to say "learn" because no one really teaches us....we pick it up mostly on our own. It's really interesting). The professor in my Intro to Writing class also touched on that idea -- how we learn to use language. Think about it, when you wake up in the morning, how many possible things could you say when someone says "Good morning."? Now, how many times have you rehearsed saying each of those things? We are masters of our language from the age of two! You can't think that's a dumb thing to be majoring in...
The college life is just great, too. I've wanted to leave home for a LONG time, so this is perfect. The freedom, the independence....it's what I like in life. My roomates are great; Daniel is teaching me to play the guitar, Nathan has funny and snide remarks every now and then (plus, last night, his parents brought him lots of food...boo yah!), Brandon knows what he's talking about, Brian has an inner-child that 'giggles' at things, and the other roomate (I haven't quite learned his name yet -- he moved in a bit later) has good taste in music (minus the hip hop). I'm getting used to them fairly quickly. It's gonna be good.
The only problem right now is money....... Money is going to be the end of me, and possibly my college experience. I applied for Federal Financial Aid, but it has yet to arrive. I haven't paid for any tuition yet, and actually had to strike up a promisary note to get my student ID. If the financial aid doesn't show up before the middle of September, I'll owe a heckload of money that I don't have. On top of that, I need to take out a loan to buy books and take care of the apartment's rent. I'm honestly getting worried. But we'll see how it goes..
I'll write at least on a weekly basis, to catch up on things I've been doing. Sayonara
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