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The Mystical 3rd Roommate

Where does it come from?

Who is it?

Why does it even matter when other people have four or five roommates?

This tale begins with two roommates who share a double room at Brigham Young University-Hawai'i campus. They were friends before roommates. One Sunday, before the other roommate arrived at school, the first was at church and met a strange creature and its sires. The sires seemed normal enough, for living things that had never been to this environment before. Back to the strange creature, it's characteristics were unlike any I had seen. About my height with blonde hair, blue eyes and a giant naive smile plastered on its face. I introduced myself and welcomed with open arms this creature, naive smile and all. As we traversed the halls of the revered McKay building, I ran into many people with whom I had acquaintenced myself all the while amazing this new creature by the many conntacts I had made during my stay at this school.

When we finished with lunch, I invited this strange thing back to my room with me. Upon arriving, I discovered my roommate was back by spying her luggage in the room. Introductions were made, and my roommate and this new kid became quick friends. Well, three months later and a thoroughly nurtured friendship produced the most mythic and mystical creature known to college students everywhere.... The Mystical 3rd Roommate!!!! *cheesy background music*

Dum, dum dum!!!!! *Final Fantasy victory music playing in background*

Who is this "mystical 3rd roommate" you may ask?? I'll be darned if I knew the answer to that. :D

The relevance of this little splurge equals along the lines of zero really. My personal friend and superhero, Capt. Caf... *cheesy superhero ballad, not unlike the Superman movies theme, plays in background with mention of the name Capt. Caf* requested that I embellish her because in reality, she is my wannabe roommate. So much so that she even wants to move into my unit during Spring term out here.

How great is that?? My own personal superhero and 3rd roommate all in one special, still naive and strange fun person known as *cues superhero ballad* Capt. Caf!

Back in the USSR (really Laie)

Well, what can I say? I'm at home now. After a long day of travelling, I made it safely. Now that I'm back, I have some errands that need to be run and work that needs to be done. Ever notice how, in spite of being on vacation one still has bunches to do? Well, I discovered this while I was at home. Not only did I work for the two weeks I was home, I helped out around the house. It was so good to be home though. Got to spend some time with my folks and siblings. The bestest part of being home was the date. But, as I've told many people, this blog will not deal with my personal life like that. So, if anyone gets frustrated by that piece of meat that I just dangled in front of their noses, ask me when you see me or call me and I'll tell ya how it went. :P

And the title, pays homage to the Beattles and if you don't like it, tough. ;)

Airports, Proposals and a Diplomat

Airports attract the most interesting people. In many instances, these people are the same ones that I go to school with. So really, these people are friends of mine that I enjoy spending my free time with. The setting is Saturday evening, Honolulu International Airport, gate 17. The plot was a long discussion of world politics and the perks of having Uncle Sam employ a family member internationally. The person who has this experience with Uncle Sam's employment is David. His dad works is an Embassy worker in the Middle East. The rest of the participants in this discussion were Trevor, Reed, myself and Kelsey. While we were discussing the perks that came with being a diplomat, Reed looked at me and said that he'll marry me when I become a diplomat. The catch is that I am only considering becoming a diplomat, not becoming one for sure. Well, about five minutes later, Reed once again told me that if I were to become a diplomat, he'd marry me in order to get the perks.

We began talking of the difficulties that came with trying to become a diplomat, and how the exam a person takes in order to have their application considered. Intelligence was brought up, and Reed came to bat for me. Shortly after this, he once again pointed out the fact that he would marry me if i were to become a diplomat. Well, at this point, being sleep deprived and just plain goofy, I continued with the jest. As soon as David brought up the fact that he was flying first class, and that once he arrived in Frankfurt, he would receive a shower and breakfast in the airport. That was just plain cool. By the end of the evening, Reed had repeated his earlier proposal two more times during the course of our little group's conversation. The time we spent in the airport was awesome. Not only was it entertaining, but I also discovered that Trevor was flying with me on my flight to Sea-Tac. That was a total bonus. The flight went so much faster, when he wasn't asking what the time was every ten minutes or so. In the end, after getting stink eye from a fellow passenger, the flight landed and I was picked up by my older sister.

Life is good.

Compromise

Where is the line? First I must back up and discuss why compromise is the topic of this entry. I know of at least one person who is expecting another kine entry. Well, this is something I would like to throw out there. At one point recently, I allowed myself to compromise my morals and standards and participate in an activity that I would otherwise refuse. If anyone has questions as to what this activity was, well let your minds fly, for those of you who know me, but not to anything too drastic. Anyway, the point is, after months and years of saying, "No thanks. I don't do that." I gave in and participated. No, I didn't have sex; I didn't kill anyone nor did I take any drugs, yet I still compromised my morals. Though what I did was minor, I still gave in. So, this entry that says much and nothing at all comes to the end question of where is the line for morals? Is there any reason for someone to compromise their morals and participate in an activity that they disagree with? Please let me know what your thoughts are. They are always appreciated.

Yet Another Appetizer

So, I don't really have anything to discuss, but I am still alive. I'm home though. :D Big bonus. I have a date this Thursday, tomorrow actually. And oh yeah, I love egg nog with milk. Now this entry has become a random bunch of zoig, but hey, I'm sure someone will read this. ;)

Zoig = stuff

The Killer in Finals

Four down, one more to go. This year and semester, my finals have really been difficult. Granted I am in my senior year, but really, my teachers have kicked up the difficult level about sixty notches. Okay, so really only about five or six, but still. When studying philosophy, theory and strategic study methods for cutlural studies, it wears on a person. My friends, and especially my roommate, have been awesome patient with me. Sometimes I forget that I am not the only person with finals, and who's written a short, almost hundred page, novel now that the semester is almost over. Next semester is my senior seminar when I work on creating a senior paper. Woowho!!!! Go me!!

Yes, anyway, after a night of hurrying to finish my two take-home finals, I now find myself sleep deprived and feeling giddy. Home is just two days and a plane trip away. I can't wait. Yeah, so this post is just an appetizer. I will write a much better one when my brain has had sufficient time to recover from the mass amounts of paper writing it has had to do. Viva la finals and cramming!!! For now, Mele Kalikimaka y'all.