So, I promised myself that I would not become one of those bloggers that neglects their blog for a month, then posts a really short thing to relieve their conscience, then ignores their blog for another month. But the truth is, I have a ridiculously small amount of free time right now, and what little time I DO spend blogging is usually my one-post-a-day photo blog, because apparently my photography is more interesting than the rest of my life (what I'm saying is that I have real followers on that blog, who expect a daily post).
Anyway, excuses, excuses. Here's what my friends commented on one of my status updates on Facebook.
Thank you Kurt, Destin, and Matt for making my life funnier.
Onward to another topic that I will cram into this post, even though it is completely unrelated.
My school does a Madrigal Dinner every December. If you don't know what that is, I won't try to explain it. Just come. I'll sell you tickets. But one of the quirks of being in the Chamber choir is that I don't have to serve people food. I just have to entertain them. This year, I specifically requested the role of "Master of the Salt." Why? Because I get to trade salt for action. Yes, to get salt, you must kiss me on the cheek. Unless you're a dude. Tonight, after the choir finished Madrigal Dinner, we went down to Orem to sing a gig for Tahitian Noni's annual company Christmas party. I got a ride with a friend, so my car sat in the Lone Peak lot for about an hour. Upon my return to Lone Peak, I noticed that someone had written in car marker on my rear windshield: "I was gonna lick your face."
Hilarious and awesome, yes. But I don't know who did it. Usually I could figure out who did something like that. But none of my suspects were there tonight. So if you know anything, let me know. I'm pretty curious.
