Today was my roommate Robin's birthday. She turned the big 2 - 0 and as such Kelsey and I wanted to make this day a memorable one. So we did what all crazy college students do on their birthdays and woke up early to make Wobbs (robin) a birthday breakfast feast. Once her omelette was made the three of us sat on her bed helping her eat her eggs and toast. While we sat there we contemplated Robin's big day and what exciting things would happen to her. While thinking through all the possiblites, Wobbs suddenly got silent, glanced at my feet then my face, and said "Hidi, for your birthday you should clip your toenails and clean up your feet for my birthday.....that would be the best birthday present I could ask for!"
All I can say to that is....there are definite perqs to having bad feet, becuase that's a few bucks I saved on a birthday gift.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Snow Building
Every thursday around 10:3o am, I have the rare privelege of entering the Snow Music Building on the BYU-I campus every week to attend my piano lessons. Until this semester I have never really needed to go into this building unless there was a concert in the Barrus hall or some other activity. Normally the snow is strictly for the use of Music Majors and is therefore taboo to the average joe student here at school. Perhaps I am beginning to now realize why the Snow building is located on the Siberia of campus, or, why I don't have more friends who are ingenius musicians. Let me explain...
It seems that every thursday, with out fail, I see or smell something bizarre. As soon as I enter that building I am overcome with the stench of musicians, consisting of spit and bad body odor. It really is the most intersting, stale smell, I have ever inhaled...posibly in my whole life.
Besides the staunchy stench, I see the musicians themselves. My personal favorite was the man sitting on a couch with a huge jar of Jiffy Peanut Butter (lets say chunky Peanut Butter for more texture). I look over at this boy and he is digging his fingers into the jar, scooping out mounds of peanut butter, and then licking them clean with his tuba caloused tounge. Then, once his fingers have been sufficently cleaned from peanut butter, he dives into the Jiffy Jar for another adventurous, and possible hazardous scoop of peanut butter. I would hate to know how long he had been sitting there with his peanut butter prior to my entering the snow building, and I would also hate to know where his hands had been before the peanut butter, and where they were going to be!
I really could go on and on about my weird experiences in this building, but I just couldn't give them justice. Besides, I have come to the conclusion that when I enter the Snow Building, I am no longer the "normal" one, but rather become the strange outsider who is by no means a musician...trust me, they know just by gazing into your eyes if you are one of them. It's in comparison to an American going to Tokyo, your no longer on your home turf, so proceed with wisdom and caution.
It seems that every thursday, with out fail, I see or smell something bizarre. As soon as I enter that building I am overcome with the stench of musicians, consisting of spit and bad body odor. It really is the most intersting, stale smell, I have ever inhaled...posibly in my whole life.
Besides the staunchy stench, I see the musicians themselves. My personal favorite was the man sitting on a couch with a huge jar of Jiffy Peanut Butter (lets say chunky Peanut Butter for more texture). I look over at this boy and he is digging his fingers into the jar, scooping out mounds of peanut butter, and then licking them clean with his tuba caloused tounge. Then, once his fingers have been sufficently cleaned from peanut butter, he dives into the Jiffy Jar for another adventurous, and possible hazardous scoop of peanut butter. I would hate to know how long he had been sitting there with his peanut butter prior to my entering the snow building, and I would also hate to know where his hands had been before the peanut butter, and where they were going to be!
I really could go on and on about my weird experiences in this building, but I just couldn't give them justice. Besides, I have come to the conclusion that when I enter the Snow Building, I am no longer the "normal" one, but rather become the strange outsider who is by no means a musician...trust me, they know just by gazing into your eyes if you are one of them. It's in comparison to an American going to Tokyo, your no longer on your home turf, so proceed with wisdom and caution.
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