I am amazed that people haven't had me committed to a mental hospital, because I talk to myself a lot. Frequently it's because my computer microphone has come unplugged. It wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't playing online games and saying things like "I will trade you 5 vials of thick blood for 3 tomatoes."
Other times people catch me singing. I like to sing along with my iPhone music on the way to class. The target volume at which I sing is just so that the person walking closest to me can't hear me. But sometimes people sneak up on me from behind. Then they hear me sing things out of context, like "I'd be slowly walking in a group stalking you. You'd be the only man alive that I could not resist!"
At BYU, you always hear that there are girls that are desperate to get married. I don't believe it's true, or I wouldn't be so desperate to get a date.
I went to space camp last year. I got kicked out because I was a bad astronaut. No one's told me what a tronaut is yet.
The relative safety of any given street is inversely proportional to how comfortable I would be if I picked my nose.
I find that a female described to me as a "lady" is typically more attractive than any given female who might be described to me as a "woman." The reverse is true if this label is preceded by the word "cat."
Have a nice night!
-Christian under the authority of Eliot.
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