I want to ask you how you feel but that's probably inappropiate

"I just got game-overed!!"
--Ben, while playing Zelda64

This really happened to me

This is more story time. I'm hanging out with Fliptastic, L'Afro and extra-curricular friend Haley. Here we are this, that and everything including horrible date stories. We all know how that goes. So, all in all, it's a good time. During said time I gets a phone call. I don't recognize the number but will answer anyway. This happens now and again. And this is basically how the conversation went:

Me: Hello?

man: Hi! Is one Emily there?

Me: No...

man: Who is this?

Me: I'm Felipe, some sort of BYU student doing my own thing.

man: Is this 801[rattles of my phone number]

Me: Yup.

man: Oh...I guess I'll try another number...[sounding really, truly disappointed]

Me: Good Luck!!

Here are my thoughts. This man got hosed! Probably went to some sort of dance/party. More than likely went with a bunch of guy friends likely roommates. Goes out does a shimmy or two. Grows a little bit of courage and makes conversation with other peoples many of which are of the female gender. Good for him. He even has enough courage left over to ask for a girls phone number. This girl however, gave him not her phone number, but probably one she made up which happens to be mine. We might have the same prefix but, that doesn't help said boy. At all really. Now he just feels crappy. Maybe Emily wasn't even her name. Trust, what do we need that for? We all want a good time. And by so doing lead to the hosing of a man. I hope he finds what he's looking for.

C:\>Good Luck_

Revelatory Sundays

"A little something to figure out."
--Bonnie Raitt

And other curiosities

Oh wow. This has been an interesting week. Full of discovery and surprise. Talk about hitting every note sharp and flat over four octaves of emotions. I've looked a lot to the past as of late. This act generally hammers my soul but this time around, I was able to see the why of things.

During Sunday School I actually stayed awake. The Bishop had gone over some details about revelations and who they apply to. I then thought to myself 'I've had a few revelatory experiences during my lifespan under the human race'. However one in particular stood out most. It was one that hit me early last November. It's not often do I ask certain questions. In fact, I think I've only asked it thrice, maybe... And let me tell you that the feeling I got was quite distinct. This experience was the exact reason for a very large many of my actions from then until April.

Over those many months I spent many a day thinking about details that dealt with said revelatory experience. What I did in December was a direct result of my thought process. What I did and could not do were because I still believed. Really, until now I believed in what I thought was true. What I believed in so much was only something that was possible, not necessarily "exact truth". I had to learn this lesson the hard way. I think I mentioned this before; that I believed in something so much that I would do anything to make it true. Which I still think is not necessarily a bad idea. Acting under such conviction will take you places. I think it's the only way to go. I've learned a lot. And it's been good and bad. But I don't mind learning.

I'm out to sea. Searching for treasures. Cutlass in hand, eyepatch on...eye.


C:\>Good Luck_

Wouldn't you like to know

"Aldo's a treasure trove of linguistic anomalies."
--Dr. Poole, Oscar

A treasure trove indeed



1. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-step-forward-making-two-steps-back.html

2. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-won-pre-owned-footwear-and-two.html

3. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-day-of-fools.html

4. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-all-kinds-of-fuzzy.html

5. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/05/ground-control-to-major-tom.html

6. http://sanchitos.blogspot.com/2006/07/cosmic-weirdities.html

You remember these don't you. Those horrible little ambiguous posts that tell the entirety of my thoughts without telling you anything. Amazingly enough there were only six of them. Only six. These do actually represent some messed up times in my life as of late. And I also realize that my thought process can be something else. Most of what I think, should probably never be done. But they are experiences that have developed my inner-workings.

So this is what I did: I went through them all and wrote down what names went where in the Moleskine. And let me tell you, it was quite the experience. I did fairly well at remembering people and under what letter was their identity. It is quite interesting to to see what people I was thinking about and what part they were playing in said life. Now there are about two or so letters for which I can't remember exactly who they were and that does sadden me. There are also a few letters that don't have names because they were unimportant and don't really need to be remembered anyway [i.e. persons E, F and H is no. 2]. Some of the letters are reoccurring like unto Man H who appears in 4 and 6 who happens to be Heavenly Father himsef. So you can guess what activity P could be. You will not know the question though. That's very personal. I relearned a lot here. It was quite fun.

Doing this was certainly a good experience. I did have to make some phone calls to fill in some blanks. This lead to some fun conversations. So I thank all of you people who have helped me develop my ideas and forms of posts. I have yet to decide how ambiguous I want to be on this blog. I'm sure I'll have my moments. And this last Moleskine is becoming quite juicy. My posterity will read it someday. And they're going to think I'm messed up. Good for them. Have a nice day all you all.

Sadly Genius

"The killer in me is the killer in you."
--Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins

Two things, maybe more

I had this genius idea. I'm getting back into this writing thing again. As I look back to what I've written I'm amazed to read what insights I've had and also see what I've forgotten. Writing certainly helps me keep track of myself. So, this idea I had involves something I will be doing soon. I know that many of you readers would really, REALLY like to read what will be written. I won't say anymore though. I've said too much. You'll know soon enough.

On other stuff, I just had a chat with Mom. She informs me of all the happenstances of the goings ons' of the family. This time I got caught up with my little sister. Li'l sis has gotten herself into some things that are viewed as unkosher. I know that everyone has different views about what's good and what's bad. What is done is between the doer and the Lord. We can only watch pray and hope.

I got a call from my parents cell phone while at work. Mom said she didn't call. We figure it was Li'l sis. Maybe she wants to talk about stuff, maybe not. Maybe she needs to blow some steam, maybe tell a joke. I don't know. I can't force. I can only really listen. Maybe she'll let me say my opinion. Maybe she thinks like I did when I was her age. Maybe I'm not connecting when I should. Maybe I missed something. Maybe I missed my chance. Maybe she needs to learn on her own.



Blanca, tribe of Sanchez: you are my little sister. I love you.

The fact that I enjoy the fact that I don't enjoy swimming

"So when are you going to get rid of your face?"
--Michelle W.

It's true, and I'm bi-polar

This idea kind of developed last summer. Well, -ish. Next round I might quote said 3rd Moleskine about the whole ice-skating thing. But his here is how it goes now: I don't swim. Can, but would rather not. Not really good at it either. Not that I care any. It's been almost, if not already, three years since I've done any swimming. Just don't care to. And I'm really okay with that fact.

Several friends of mine [one in particular] will oft times go to some apartment complex [The Glenetentary to which Matt is moving to, dork] and hit up the pool up there. They play a game that involves throwing a ball around and bullying each other up. A very active piece of work if you enjoy doing such things in water. I am clearly a land animal.

Now, that "one in particular" friend goes along to said water activities almost always. She can be convinced not to, but right now that doesn't fly with me. I let her go. This allows me to give me some time away from the situation. A situation that I haven't deemed good or bad yet. But it's a situation nonetheless. Quite. Time away from the situation allows me to invest my thoughts on other moot points.

This situation could go in several of two or three directions in one very large recipe. This is where I'm bi-polar. I am sometimes really okay with the idea of the situation. For certain reasons I could go along. For other reasons I could certainly back away. Flippin' told me about "MF". And my thought process is now something else. I'm trying to look at things other peoples point of view, my point of view, considering if I smoke drugs and whatnot. Then there's that thing called a conscious. We also have the tattered remnants of my soul. It's in much better condition that what it used to be. I consider a lot of things. My soul, other peoples' souls, socialism [the interactions of people in a social setting]. whether or not I want to be said "MF". I think I need to worry about other things first. However I am still curious about certain elements with people I know. Eh... In the end all will be well. Be good!

To keep a secret

"I know it's not a party but it happens every night"
--This Place is a Prison, The Postal Service

One must hurt the secret

I discovered that I'm human. Sadly enough, I am. I thought I had taken a stand. Depends on who you talk to. Depends on what about. What do you want me to do? And these are my steps to success:

Step 1: Throw caution to the wind
Step 2: FREAK OUT!!
Step 3: PBBPPPTHH!!!
Step 4: I don't know
Step 5: Freak out again

I think I need to read Moleskine #2 sometime soon.

C:\>Good luck_

Cosmic Weirdities

"I heard a police man say 'Just another overdose.' 'JUST ANOTHER OVERDOSE!!!'"
--Heroine Girl, Everclear

Here we go again....CRAP!!!!....."$%&*%&$"

Persons R and E. Time slots J and N. No time slot D. Feeling A in the air. Activity M elsewhere. Secret Q. Going out of mind Y. Need to pray to Man H. Listened to song 1 of album P by band W. Okay, so persons R and E returned from time slots J and N respectively. I don't know if I can handle secret Q. Oh, and person S will have my head!! I will have my head!! Then there's also persons C and K who, well, no longer really worried about. What are we thinking? What are we doing? I'm keeping my mouth shut.

Midnight Shavings

"When we were phylangelizing, my neurons were firing."
--LJ Frost

I'm bored and I itch

This is how it goes: We all know that I tend to grow out my hair for several months. I hadn't had a haircut since early March. Almost 4 months. Many times during said time period I had the urge to shave my head. This happens every now and again. Generally I'll get the urge and skip it, not cutting the hair and I won't have an urge for another two to three weeks. So, Friday night rolls around. I had been working all evening and got home around 9:40-ish. I eat food and do a few other things about the apartment. I get to chatting with a good friend and around 12:15am I was like "The hair needs to go". I asked her if she was bored, she said yeah and so I got my clippers and went over. I was done with the deed in about 20 minutes. No pictures and no goofing off. All was good. It was a late night but I didn't mind. If I go with the urge, there's no stopping me. I like it like that. That may change someday. Eh.. All's good.

And you can't even see the bald spot on this one!