You probably don't want to read this

"But the problem is that she has morals."
--Brando

If you want to learn...

Now, to tell you the truth, I can hock a loogie. By the way, this post comes up thanks to one miss L'Afro who stated that can't do distance with a loogie. I can. So, this post is to teach you how. If you don't want to learn, that's okay. I don't blame you. But I say it is quite satisfying to let loose of all mannerisms and let one fly across the way.

First of all, you need some amount of phlegm. No questions. If all you got is saliva, you're screwed. Substance adds the mass you need for aerodynamics and power to cut through wind. No substance means big time mess. Do not spit against the wind. That's bad. Getting the phlegm you ask? Well, you know that part in the back of your mouth? No, too low, that's your uvula. Yeah, right there! It comes from there. Be creative on your abilities to coax that stuff out. Good work.

Second, placement of substance prior to actual ejection from mouth. This is actually very important. Imagine, you have substance. Now pull the tip of your tongue down and back to where the substance is between your tongue and gums below the teeth. This allows for the necessary power for distance. Placed anywhere else and you've got resistance. And that can be fatal to a distance competition.

In between second and third is the formation of the mouth when it is time to let fly. Your lips pretty much have to be pursed. And this is the best way to describe the best formation of lips when it comes to the hocking of said loogie: you know that moment when you're pulling back from a kiss and you haven't let go yet, but your mouth is still open? That's the sweet tenderness. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of a good kiss or a good loogie, your time will come.

Third, take a deep breath and let it fly. Blow hard and force that substance out! Granted, it takes a bit of practice but with the basics, you'll have your own style. Those of you with manners and morals, it's all good. I tell you, there's something about just letting one out. No other satisfaction like it. I say at least try it once. Even if it for curiosity.

I love a good bottom-dweller

"If all your roommates hate you, maybe that's a bad sign"
--Bishop Larry Howell

Once again gravity scores a point

Yesterday and today I moved into my new place. This entails many a thing. Let us start with the bad:

1. Physical exertion of carrying lots of stuff that you've collected over the last while. Why do I have this? Oh yeah, people give me things.

2. Realizing that you have way too much stuff.

3. Losing important items like the cord that powers your cell phone. Now where did I place that?

4. Finding stuff in the place apt. What's inside the closet should really have been moved or thrown away.

Good stuff:

1. If you're lucky, a clean fridge. Oh, it's amazing!

2. Spacious atmosphere. I could probably hold a soccer game in my bedroom with referees!

3. My bathroom is large enough to be unaffected by a black hole. It's huge. I love it.

4. Finding stuff in the place that's useful. i.e. board games, bouncy balls, and other weird stuff that may or may not brighten your day.

So, everything is mostly all good. I have no idea to whom belongs a large portion of the living room. The TV is huge. There's a compy. Um, this is expensive stuff. And I want to know what to do with it. I'm also not happy with the stuff that's been left in the closet. It needs to go.

Other than that, I dig the place. The kitchen is small but usable. Bedroom is really close to organized. I've got my set up. Got a few of the living essentials. All is looking good. I'm out to cause a ruckus. So all is good.

Sorry about the lame-o post. Not much else to say really. I haven't gone out of my way to notice any odd-type social behaviors or experienced any cool stories of note. But you all are great. And I want your bacon.

HelloteBradeP.!!

"My moustache has a hemi?"
--RealLy, I don't knows

It's not like Visa cares anyway

Story: We all know that I work for the BCF. I work the cashier business. It pays the bills and I likes the people I work with. So, here I am taking peoples money for reasonably priced stuff and hopefully not leaving them with security sensors [I hear that they're the devil to remove]. Oft times when I'm taking said currency from people I don't actually handle effective/cash. People do pay with an ATM/Debit or credit card. With the republic credits one has to sign the pinpad located on the counter. Easy enough job right? Not for everyone. Any-dang-ways I see the names of people when they swipe said credit card. After they sign, the signature shows up on my screen. This is where it gets interesting; I see the name and it's something like "'Snaps' Provolone" or at least it had 'snap' in that order in first or last name. Well, the man signs the pinpad and presses the 'OK' button. Up shows the signature and I read "Brad Pitt". I'm taken aback. Co-worker also sees it. Everyone has a good laugh. I wish him a good day.

You see, no one really cares. It's not like most of our signatures are really legible. It doesn't matter what they look like as long as someone okays the transfer of a federal reserve note electronically from bank to bank. So next time I'm signing Gobo Fraggle

Title anti-IX

"Felipe, do clear hangers now, or I will run you over with my car!!"
--Note from Sarah C. at work, written with love

I haven't said anything yet

probably want to read the first three paragraphs on this one. This dealt with some happenstances which lead to what I now call Title anti-IX that states:

"If at any time certain privileges are revoked by one Felipe T. O. Sanchez by conviction, warrent or probable cause, a person may not regain said privileges unless otherwise noted by the following clauses;

"1: a- Said revoked privilege may be temporarily granted if a situation is proven to be a situation of emergency or need/comfort.
b- This temporary pass is limited due to circumstance and is avoided at all costs.
c- Necessity dictates pass and is only given on rare occasions.
d- Pass is granted only for minimum time. Anything that is not necessity is not allowed and hence, pass is not granted.

"2: a- If permission is asked, a temporary pass may be granted if deemed a worthy cause.
b- If asked permission is granted, it is because F. Sanchez believes in mercy. Note that permission is very, very limited.

"3: a- Privilege may be regained on an overall basis over a non-specified period of time. Pass is granted after several trial periods of temporary passes and also strict abidement of laws given by and pertaining to F. Sanchez. Consent is to be respected and not trifled with.
b- If at all unsure of current status of pass of said revoked privilege, confer with F. Sanchez for details. Be warned of ambiguity with full load of honesty. Details are generally not spoken and hence F. Sanchez will do his best to form said details in spoken word.

"4: a- If a privilege has ever been revoked, don't push your luck. Refer to adendum 3 please."

Amendment under consideration: "Permanent pass of regained privilege to be in form of written consent on green card that includes terms and conditions discussed by felon and F. Sanchez and signed by both parties."

It is understood that all have their own laws and that everyone is entitled to the protection of their own entity and identity. This is about crossing lines, doing time and proving change. I have been revoked of privileges. I am probably doing time. I am hoping to change.

Jelly Belly

"Every noble work is at first impossible"
--Thomas Carlyle

She never forgot the pedicure idea

This post is a tribute to Joji Logan. One of the coolest people I know. I work with her. She's in charge of the accessories department and passes by the registers often while at work. She was a huge fan of the pedicure date idea. Often times I hear her say "Hey Felipe, you have a hot date tonight?" To which I generally answer "No...", and then she'll say something like "Well, get to it." All in all, she is amazing. The absolute embodyment of niceness. She will always ask how I'm doing and just fun to talk to.

So, every now and again she buys stuff in the store. She gets alo t of things for her posterity. Why? Because that cool and who needs a reason, really? Last Thursday I'm doing my own thing at the customer service register and she comes up and buys some stuff for people she knows. As always, a good little chat. Fifteen minutes later she comes up again with this small can of Jelly Bellies. She looks me straight in the eye and says "Felipe, this is for your date. You can't eat it, you have to give it to your date." I blush. She smiles. I can't argue with her. I respect her wishes. She's only looking out for me. And really, who can refuse? So I now have this can of Jelly Bellies that lays next to my computer waiting for my next date to which I give. My next date will score. It'll be a good one.

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!