The winds of change are blowing...

My friends and I are starting a project. Will it be awesome? Probably not. Will I enjoy doing it? Probably yes.

So all two of you that read this, get excited. Announcements to come soon. I will leave you with a picture that makes me happy every time I look at it.

I love ice sculptures

Especially the ironic kind.

When lots of people do something, it makes it cool.

So supposedly there's gonna be a flash mob in the wilk tomorrow. I don't really know why, there's gonna be a maximum of 60 people mobbing in a building that always has at least 500.

I have a better idea. I think we should start a flash comment mob. Just like 500 people, all commenting 10 times on some blog that almost no one reads. Like this one. And as no one reads this, my idea will go to waste.

But one day someones going to do it, and it's going to be on the news, and I'm going to say

Me: Hey, I came up with that.
Someone else: Really? That's cool. (Lying sack of crap)
Me: They should be interviewing me.
Someone else: Yeah, it's too bad.

Yeah. That will be awesome.

The solution to the auto crisis

So I was reading my friend's livejournal (ruuna.livejournal.com, although I don't know why I'm linking because only his friends can read it) and he started a new tradition this year. Every day he posts a random holiday somewhere in the world, and random facts that happened on the same day years before.

On January 13th, 1942 - Henry Ford patents the "plastic automobile."



There are so many things we need to thank him for.


In all seriousness, this thing:

Gets 66mpg, can go 60m/h in both directions, and has holes in the floor so it drains itself when it rains. And it costs a little over $15,000.

All you peeps in Detroit, take a good long look at that plastic car. Then, how bout you design more cars that are cool, cheap, and get good gas mileage. Sure, maybe the "Acrea Zest" wouldn't sell in the US, but the freaking FRENCH made that thing! You can do better than them you slacktards.

If you shoot for the moon and miss, you'll be floating out in space for forever.

My Dad is what I would call a true professional at goal setting. He is GOOD; back in his day as Bishop he would give a fireside every year on how to make effective goals. I thought I'd share some of his wisdom.

Before February.

There are 5 rules to effective goal setting, or "3 Rs, M, D":
(You can see where my spelling expertise came from)

1. Realistic - It has to be a goal that you can truly see yourself reaching, or you won't push yourself to reach it.
2. Reviewed Daily - If you're not looking at it every day, you will often forget about the goal. It needs to be at least in the back of your mind almost always.
3. (w)Ritten Down - This is similar to rule #2; it's easy to forget goals that you don't have down in stone.
4. Measurable - You have to be able to judge your own progress and the success of your goal. "I want to be a more grateful person" is not something you can measure, but "I'm going to say 'thank-you' every time somebody does something nice to me" is.
5. Deadline - The day by which you want to have accomplished your goal.

Be careful when setting goals that depend on the actions of other people. You should never beat yourself up over not accomplishing a goal, but be especially careful about not being hard on yourself for goals that other people influence. For example, if my goal was to win a basketball championship by the end of the year, I could practice every day and become incredibly good at basketball, but it's still up to the rest of my team.

Also, be careful about who you share your goals with. While some people might encourage your and help you along, others might be a little on the teasing side. There you go, the first truly helpful blog post I have created (and quite possibly the last). Now it's time for me to take my own advice and set some solid goals for 2009.

Close the Door.

That's what my mom always told me. But I'm having trouble.

I've Got Troubled Thoughts and Self-Esteem to Match

So my littlest sister got a puppy for Christmas. She named him Buddy; I call him Tyler. He is one happy dog. Not that I'm not happy, but I wish I could be as happy as him. Well maybe not that happy, lab-retriever happiness in human form would probably get annoying. (Hey! Hey! How are ya! How are ya! Hey!)

My biggest gift was clothes. And I'm happy about it? Actually, I didn't even get clothes, I got a certificate to go shopping with my mom, and I'm happy about it. Weird. What happened to those huge Christmas lists full of millions of toys and video games? What is wrong with me? I guess next year I'll ask for some crazy video game, or even better some race track that my dad will spend all night setting up so I can play with it in the morning. Yesss.

I also got the new Fall Out Boy CD, and "What a Catch, Donnie" is quite an addicting little tune. I pulled the title of this pointless post from the lyrics of it. And I don't "got" either of those things. My thoughts aren't all that troubled and while I apparently I have no skill with the ladies I'm too proud to worry about self-esteem issues.

Mandatory cute puppy picture:

If you were hoping I had some purpose to this post, sorry to disappoint. Don't feel bad, I'm disappointed too; I was hoping I would suddenly come up with some moral lesson or profound insight but I got nothing. Life is good. Oh, I learned in Elders Quorum today that the Male body finishes growing at 28, so after that technically I'll be slowly dying. How uplifting.