Straight Up

I ran out of things to blog. No good stories. All boringness. So! just like the local news reporting on animal drama, I post pictures of skiing expeditions. Greg and I pounced on some $20 passes Saturday.

Eeeewwwww.

On the back mountain, however, it was all goodness. Straight up.

For This

6 days. About 20 hours. My soul. For a pretty picture?

"Oh, son! For that you traded your everlastin’ soul?!"

"I wudden usin’ it."

Sam in Real Life

I have decided to stop posting things that are out of the ordinary, exciting and interesting and instead publish what Sam's life is REALLY like. For those who are not in the know, my major is mechanical engineering which does not tend to lead to much conversation.
Someone asks me what my major is, I reply, and they say...
a) Oh, ok, I know someone in that major (but I never see them)
b) Uh, Cool ........
c) ......... (grasshopper chirping)
Lets be honest, as far as physics and math is involved, unless you have two geeks together there's not going to be much to discuss. "Moments... vectors... yeah..."
So, without further ado, my life this week included:

Statics!

Calculus/Linear Algebra!

Failing Statics Tests!

Physics!

Attempting To Model Toy Boats in CAD!
This last one will probably continue to dominate my life for the next three days. Looks deceptively simple, but those little curves can demolish your soul.

Story/Bragging Time

First, story time. Thursday night Ryan and I realized that Friday night would be a great night to go backpacking. Full moon, not too cold, hadn't snowed in days, we didn't have dates, etc, etc. We chose a location, got everything ready, and set out. However, one of our key assumptions, that someone would have hiked the trail before us since the last snow, was false. Therefore, we got to a dead end where preceding on would have likely caused some sort of catastrophic avalanche, and therefore turned back. Our disappointment ruined our desire to sleep outside, so we came back and went ice skating with some friends instead.

Next, the bragging part. So! Ryan and I had previously signed up and paid for the Rex Lee Run, a cancer fundraiser for BYU. Also a 5k. Like, 3.1 miles. Like, something I've sworn off since four years of cross country convinced me that running is evil. So my plan was to take it easy, don't hurt myself, try not to bring back painful memories. Then someone gave me a goal to run it in less that 22 minutes. So, foolishly, I kind of went crazy. And posted my second best 5k time. Ever. Which is more of a reflection on my mediocrity during High School than my current awesomeness. Anyways, if you don't believe me, look up 86th place.
http://cancerresearch.byu.edu/race-results/REXLEE20095KOVERALL.HTM
Take that, cancer!

File Photograph (you won't find me).

Oh, and about them shoes.

$40 at Big 5. Bonafide Saucony's. Very comfortable (yes, I went for a run).

On Shoes and Mops

Today I discovered a principle of human behavior. Namely: An unattractive task becomes much more attractive if an even more repulsive errand is pressing.
Exhibit A:

This is a kitchen that was two hours previously filthy, disgusting and utterly hopeless. Just use your imagination. The cleaning of above kitchen has been on my "to-do" list for days, but I was unfortunately never able to summon the will to attempt it. Today, however, I needed to go look for running shoes. And I hate shopping. More than cleaning. Hence my discovery.

Spriiiiiiin.... Winter

Thursday I'm taking naps outside on campus.

That night it snows. This morning is clear, sunny and warm.

By mid afternoon there's three inches of snow.

Honestly. Seriously. Let. Spring. Come.

For there is nothing either good or bad,

But thinking makes it so. Finished today, the 31rst of February, and therefore completely in accordance with aforementioned goal. However, I refuse on principal to make an in depth critical analysis, as 1) I believe this might be one of the most critically analyzed works ever and 2) my bare essential understanding of the text does not allow me sufficient leverage to make an attempt. It was fun to read, though, as reading Shakespeare is like reading code, so it's a 150 page puzzle. Moreover, I can reference all sorts of fun quotes, like that one, and understand their context. It makes me feel smart. And that, friends, is what its all about.

Note part 2

K. Obviously I haven't finished, but that's only because February is a cheater month. I mean, what month has only 28 days? Honestly. Ergo, I'm giving myself until the third.

By the way, I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt. And I'm cooking tortellini for lunch/dinner which shall be delicious.