Contractions, Asians, and the Notorious BIG

So...Google has this feature called web history where you can see everything you've ever searched for on google, by date-- as well as how many searches. (As long as you were logged in to google when you searched for it...and I'm always logged into gmail, so this was a freaky, embarrassing, thrilling discovery.)

Since June 2008 (when I got gmail) I have performed 13,924 google searches. Yes, that's amost 14,000. Which means nearly 7,000 per year which translates to 19 searches per day. Oh my! I should be the smartest person in the world by now, right? Well, not actually. You'll see below some of the things I've googled in the past 2 years:

"what do contractions feel like?" (Answer: "They feel like someone taking all of your insides and squeezing them, while tearing them out, and at the same time lighting all of those insides on fire, literally.")
"beaver island"
"Salvatore Polichetti" (the singer in this favorite video of mine)
"why are asians so smart??"
"why do women live longer than men?"
"how to calculate percent increase"
"is the world ending or what?"
"jennifer larose"
"camorra italy"
"havasupai falls"
"notorious BIG"
"merry wives cafe"
"lawsuit PWC overtime"
"can i skip my period on the pill?"
"pros and cons of homeschooling"
"how to combine graphs in stata?"
"how to speak with a transatlantic accent" (heard in this neat video, 21 Accents)
"canker sores due to vitamin deficiency?"
"humans who harbor an infectious organism"
"can quadriplegics give birth?"
"head transplant"
"moralistic therapeutic deism"
"red bumpy rash on elbow"
"cheap flights from allentown to detroit" (from july '08)
"breastfeeding artwork"

Now isn't that fun?


The Ides of May

It wasn't our scene, the devotionals. Yet we went that day anyhow.

When I reminisce, I remember vividly what I was thinking. It was 10:55 a.m on a Tuesday and I really had nowhere else to go (I had to be honest with myself). I had awoken that May morning around 9:30-- showered, read the news while eating a bowl of cheerios, and rode my bike up to campus. Up the hill. I was sweating. I sought air conditioning. My bike led me to the Harris Fine Arts Center, where I was enrolled in piano lessons for the spring term.

As I turned to walk towards the stairs that led to the practice rooms, a steady stream of students rushed past me into the De Jong, where the devotionals took place. Not quite ready to lock myself in the windowless basement piano room I thought, 'How nice it sounds to just sit and be spoken to.' I joined the people and found a seat somewhere towards the back of the auditorium. A minute later, a boy (man? what are students anyway?) walked down my row and sat next to me. (But he doesn't matter in my story.)

Three minutes later another boy walked down the row, crossed over me, and sat on the other side, but two seats away. I sat and let my mind go blank, waiting. Five more minutes until it would begin, someone announced, "Would everyone move to the centers of their rows to allow more room?"

And so I did. I moved closer to the center. Closer to the boy who sat two seats away. He smiled a hello. I asked him his name. He asked where I was from. We discussed matters of politics. And the lights dimmed.


Afterwards, we stood and exited the row, chatting about things we didn't care about. I hesitated near the exit, "I'm headed down this hallway." Cautiously he asked, "Could I have your phone number? Maybe we could go out sometime."

"I think so," I responded.


Seconds before drifting off to sleep the other night, I sent a facebook status text from my phone, announcing the unrealized significance of the day. "Thank heaven for May 15th", I typed. I tossed the phone somewhere onto the floor and rested my head on Aaron's chest, my familiar spot. "May 15th brought me to you."
Yikes, I'm cheesy, I realized. But there it was, and it was truth.

Three years later and we're just getting started.

[3rd date at the orem fireworks, 6/9/07]



I found fresh corn-on-the-cob at the grocery store the other day, and cooked it tonight (in a pot of boiling water with 1/4 cup of sugar; the true way). Summer is here for me. hooray!


(aaron: "is that all you're writing?" ... me: "well, i like corn.")


 that is all.