No title...not today...

Have you ever wanted to put a title onto your entry and all that comes to your mind is complete randomness? I know crazy isn't it? Anyways...

I totally dig My Chemical Romance. My Bro Dave gave me a mixed CD with "Welcome to the Black Parade" and "Helena" on it. I now can't stop listening to The Black Parade album. It rocks that hard.

A quick update in the world of Joe's Circadia. It's better, but I greatly look forward to the day when I work normal hours and I don't worry about school. It may be just a distant dream, but a good one.

My bro is now, officially, a RM. I'm happy for him and it's great listening to his mission stories and think about how different we had it. He cried when the toilet flushed. Crazyness. We watched Everything is Illuminated which I highly recomend. In the beginning, everyone (meaning my sister and mom) were wondering if he should be watching it, being all pure and all, but by the end they realized how great a movie it is.

And last of all I just read Ender's Game again for the first time since before my mission. Fantastic book. Hopefully, the movie isn't too far away.

It has been a crazy couple of weeks, with crazy sleep, crazy school, crazy work, crazy everything. I'm happy I have a wife who grounds my sanity.

Circadian

I lost my circadian rythmn. I lost it about a year ago. I work nights and go to school during the day and sleep when I can. My body hates me and it has recently rebelled. I'm not exactly sure what is was exactly, but it hasn't been pretty. I've missed school and work.

I don't feel like me.

I'd say that all I want to do is sleep, but I'm afraid if I do, I won't be able to sleep when I really want to. So today is going to be a rough one. I'm going to keep my eyes open for the rest of the day and then crash only when I get home from work tomorrow. I'm going to die, but I'll be fine in the end. I need to return to normal.

Wish me luck!

The Former Elder Southerland

For those who might wander onto this page, I suppose most of you know that I'm a Mormon. No, not Amish, Jehovah's Witness, Polygamist, or Scientologist, but a good ol' born in Utah Mormon. Furthermore, a thing about growing up mormon, and being a guy, most of us go on missions. No, not the secret kind where we uncover WMD's in Azerbijan, but the kind where we try and tell people about growing up in Utah...I mean what it is to be a mormon. Hopefully, some people listen and join up. (No, I didn't grow up in Utah... I grew up in it's evil neighbor, Nevada home of legalized gambling, prostitution, and all-you-can-eat buffets.)

Well, my brother, Pete, is coming home from his mission in the Dominican Republic this month (it is February, isn't it?), and it's got me thinking about mine.

I got to go back to the old mission area with Em over the summer. It was like going at see an old friend after you thought they might have forgotten you, only to find out they've been missing you too. It was wonderful. I wasn't the greatest missionary. I had a hard time getting like the French, and I wish I would've tried hard to love them like a missionary should. I met some amazing people while I was there, and going back helped me remember that there were many more amazing people than I let myself believe.

So, despite it's faults, France is a wonderful place, even if Parisian ruin it a bit. So, if you go skip the big city and go straight to the South, specifically the Basque country (Bayonne, Biarritz, Saint-Jean-de-Luz) and get to see how wonderful and freindly the French can really be.

(The pics are my bro, Pete, somewhere in the Dominican Republic and the Gare Bordeaux/St. Jean where my first adventures in France started.)