My Birthday Hannukah

Birthdays are so great. Why just have one a year? I figured, it could be like Hannukah and have eight crazy nights instead! So here's how crazy the nights were:

First Sunday... the usual, you know. Church, spotlight, and then game night. We played mafia, and I am really good at mafia... perhaps because I am such a powerful orator! Anyone can attest to this who was there and witnessed my soapbox speeches from the couch...
So on Monday, we had teriyaki beef and baked potatoes... all for my birthday! Ok, maybe it was just for FHE at the first counselor of the bishopric's house, but it felt like it was for my birthday! No school that day either!
Tuesday comes around, and wouldn't you know that the most mild night of the week was probably the night I actually turned twenty-three. I only celebrated by getting a dollar burger from McDonald's, Sonic, and Wendy's each and comparing them (Sonic is the best all around, Wendy's tastes the best but is the smallest, and McDonalds will taste like they used the sausage patties from the morning breakfast sometimes...).
Wednesday was Lost, which in a valiant effort of commitment, I skipped in order to be faithful to the water polo team... and no girls showed up, so we forfeited... but we played anyways, and it was not bad, really. Hope?
Thursday, the best day of the week! After a hard day of work cleaning the carpets of Wymount Terrace, and then donating plasma and recieving an extra five bucks for my birthday, my friends and I played broom hockey again! I got smacked in the face twice, but no broken teeth! The only thing that would have made it better would have been if somebody slipped and tore their pants.
Friday, no date, but we did have a basketball game. Whereas up to this point we had consistently lost by 35 to 37 points, we won this game by 36! I'm not kidding! It's wierd... like twilight zone basketball... then a few of my roomies and I went to Nickelcade and got slurpies til the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday, played some football, went to the temple, and made tuna tetrizzini for myself.
Sunday, that being today the eighth of the eight crazy nights, was another simple game night, but this time within the ward. Taboo and Guesstures... and one warm fuzzy note that called me a sexy beast. Scandal!!!
True stories! And I only had to skip one biology project to conjure up all this fun!

Embarressing Moments

So my roomy gets a date and brings her over to watch the office. I'm just third-wheelin it on the couch, so after the episode is over and they're leaving to do their thang, he tosses the remote to me. Since I am soooo good at not looking at things and catching them, and since I was in need of a little humbling for thinking that, the remote doesn't touch my outstretched hand (and my eyes never left the TV screen) and lands right where it counts... I spend the next five minutes in a fetal position on the floor.

By the way, they laughed and then he said, "Sorry dude", then left. It was kind of embaressing.

Up Date... or Down Date, You Decide

Just so everyone knows, I am working again. I clean carpets... that's it. Nothing like four hours straight of the same monotonous and tedious labor (possibly a redundant statement).
I do find it works my arms pretty well! And it pays the bills for relatively low stress. And it's not 6-10 at night (it's 1-5 in the afternoon, almost perfect for my schedule).
So it's not waiting tables and having fun with people like I'd like to be doing, but it's not a bad deal either. Now let's see if I can keep up in my school work.

Also note: This last Sunday I was "spotlighted" for my ward prayer. After answering the questions prior to said ward prayer, I felt a bit apprehensive... perhaps I was a little too honest? I mean, what are people going to think when they find out that my favorite childhood memory is hanging with my cat and watching Muppets, or that if I could be any animal, I would be a flying squirrel, and my pirate name would be 'Snaggletooth', or that I have this obsession with lemon-scented dishwasher soap and the word 'pants' and an unnatural abhorrence for Red Bull commercials (gag)? Well, as of yet, nobody has come up and asked if I was president of the Dork Club...
which I am.

Answered

I am a man of faith. For those of you who are reading this and not part of my family or close circle, my belief in Jesus Christ and His gospel restored through a modern prophet is the very center of my existence. This gives me a very different perspective of life. When things happen, especially strange things, I can see some deeper force at work there... even with the seemingly small and insignificant things... or especially with the small things.
So every month I try to focus on some hamartia of mine and work to make it better... last month was the month of courage (and thus, four attempts at dates, two successful), and this month is the month of focus and alertness! I'm trying to overcome this terrible habit of falling asleep every time I sit down for more than ten minutes, especially in class. How do I accomplish these things? It all begins with prayer, usually because I don't know where else to go, Especially with this narcolepsy thing! Does anyone else have this problem? I think it's because my attention span is only about five minutes long. Anyways, back to prayer... so I prayed about it for the first time last night, and today I was falling asleep in my two and a half hour long class (COMMS 101) as usual when all the sudden my phone rang... audibly...
Understand, I haven't turned my phone off of silent for like a year. The only time it ever makes sound (beside the buzzing vibrations) is when the alarm goes off in the morning or when a particularly fussy Andrew needs instant gratification. This instance woke me from my fruitless dozing. Strange, but there was no reason for the ring to go off, except to embaress me terribly as I quickly and obviously reached in my pants pocket after snapping to awake mode. Well, upon inspection, it was still on silent so I hadn't accidently activated the volume, and no one had called and my alarm was still set for 6:15 AM. Wierd... or perhaps divine? I certainly didn't have struggles with the sand man for the rest of class, which was another hour and a half.
The Lord does answer prayers. And just a day and a half after, that was quick...