September 28-30, 2014

I'm going to remember the day before, the day of, and the day after my birthday last year.

September 28. I had an early morning stake priesthood meeting, but I had a bad attitude and wasn't committed to get to the meeting on time without eating breakfast. I ate breakfast (or maybe just a pumpkin pie Pop-Tart) before I went to the meeting, and I was late. The speakers talked about making sure we get enough sleep, and I had to think, "Then why did you schedule such an early meeting?" After the meeting, I drove to church, waving at my former roommate Chase Elwood and eating a Sonic mint that was in my car. I think I had a dirty windshield. I went into the priesthood room, where our first meeting was. Our bishop came in and asked me if I could help clean up, because we had been assigned to clean the church the previous day but had neglected to do so. I washed the windows on the doors. During sacrament meeting, our bishop told us that if we cut out most music and most TV, we would feel more fulfilled. That night I blogged.

September 29. After sending off an email at work, my boss called me (since I had CC'ed him) and told me that it sounded potentially hurtful, so I had to email again to clarify my email. I felt really bad, like I had let my boss down. That night my family bought Papa John's and my mom made Mexican chocolate cake. They brought me a bunch of gifts. They got me Cars sheets, because I wanted fun sheets, but I'm not a fan of Cars, so they said they would return them. My sister got me lots of socks--fossils, Halloween, other animals--but they were too small. The label on the back, as I discovered later that night, said they were a women's size. My mom tried to give me something different, Pharrell's GIRL album, but I said I thought it was inappropriate. She said it didn't have an explicit label, but I still thought it was inappropriate. It was raining really hard, so we didn't get any ice cream to accompany the cake. I didn't go to FHE either, because I didn't want to drive out in the crazy rain. I journalized as follows:
"A mediocre birthday. I worried Reid today by sending an email to Alex Masterson saying he had had problems with the RSC. I feel bad about that. I reviewed Utah geography and Church Style Guide while waiting for a new assignment. I'm going to do another transcription verification.
"We had pizza and Mexican chocolate cake for my birthday. I got Cars sheets, but I don't like Cars. I got a Pharrell album, but I think it's inappropriate. I got some cool socks, but they could be too small. I especially like the dinosaur fossil socks. Then I cleaned my room a bit and am getting to bed early."

September 30. I was working at home, and while I was working I listened to the Pharrell album on Spotify so that I wouldn't have to open mine so I could return it. It was just OK. I didn't hear any bad lyrics (I wasn't paying super close attention), but I looked up the lyrics and wondered how they got through without an explicit label. I think I didn't go running because it was rainy. Dave Finklea came by and worked on our front area for an hour and a half, and later I told that to my mom; she was mad that he was only there for that short amount of time, since he had been working on the project for two months. That night there was a "mega-mingle" at institute. Peter Moosman and the Gublers were at my table, and they asked about my mom. Kelton described seeing the picture of her leg and said it would be an appropriate Halloween decoration. Another girl was there and I told her about my mom's leg injuries, and she was shocked she was that injured simply from missing a step. I wrote in my journal:
"I worked from home today. Dave Finklea came by for an hour and a half. Then tonight I beat two levels on the Mario Lost Levels and went to institute. There was a discussion with Peter Moosman and Devan and Kelton Gubler about Mom's leg."