I'm alive and kicking...

October was a good month. Too bad I didn't blog at all during its 31 magical days. First of all, I'd like to give a shout out to my very hot, not very 30 sister Kimberly. She is the greatest oldest sister I could ask for. I'm so glad she's holding on to her roots in California. She gives me the hope that there is life after college (and Provo). I love you, Kimberly. Happy belated birthday.

Here we are at the light house in February '07.



Now that that's over with, let's start with the update.

Homecoming was a hectic week. I worked about 60 hours feeding all those people that think they're important.

At the beginning of October I got sick, I had midterms, I was working about 30 hours a week, I started dating a girl, and I got called to be the new elders quorum president. Talk about stressful.

Because of General Conference, stake conference, and who knows what else, I knew about the calling for two weeks before I was sustained, and had to wait another two weeks to be set apart. I finally got the quorum partially organized on Sunday, and am looking forward to NOT having to teach the lesson again next Sunday.

Halloween was a GREAT night. I put off finding a costume for so long that I had to fall back on last year's costume. However, I think I improved it. Last year I was Yasser Arafat. This year I was an Arab oil tycoon. Let's just say, I was the hottest thing this side of the Euphrates. Though I didn't take my camera with me to any of the parties I hit, I did manage to take some pictures when I got home.



See any resemblance?



On November 2, I went with Marianne to the Regina Spektor concert in Salt Lake. I had been looking forward to it for a long time. She is a really original artist with quirky, innovative, and downright weird lyrics. At one point in the show she was playing the piano with her left hand, beating a bass drum with her foot, hitting a chair with a drum stick with her right hand, and singing. I really enjoyed the show. Click hear to see a video of the song she opened with. And yes, she's wearing a zip-up hoodie, a silver sequin dress, and really high leather boots.

The doors opened at the venue at six, and Marianne and I didn't leave Provo 'til about 5:15. We made it to the venue at about 6:15, and then commenced our search for parking. There was no parking for a few blocks, and then I found a street with plenty of parking. I turned down the street, parked, and then got out of the car, only to realize that we were parked in "bum town," right down the street from a soup kitchen or shelter or something. All you savvy Salt Lakers will know right where I'm talking about.

Since we were already running late, I didn't want to move the car again. I locked the car, and then pressed the remote lock button about five times, just to really make sure it was locked. Marianne and I then proceeded to the venue, passing coughing, swearing bums in "bum town" all the way. The funny thing is that it's right across the street from The Gateway.

When we got back to the car after the concert, we saw flashing lights. Both of us thought that my car had been broken into or stolen, but neither of us dared to say anything about it. Luckily my car was in tact and visibly untouched. The police were simply arresting a woman for who knows what reason. Needless to say, it was a little awkward driving away with three police cars and a hand-cuffed woman right next to you wondering why the heck you parked in "bum town."

Anyway, I hope you haven't missed my blogs too dearly, and I'll see if I can at least update you once a month...