Took my time...

So I finally got the new blog started up, I really should have finished it sooner but better late than never. My old blog was ok, but I think it gave the wrong impression, like that it was just super nerdy, which it kinda was but that was mostly for a joke. My Dad said that he thought progressive dimension was some kind of liberal blog or something and I didn't want people thinking that. In fact, in new blog I want to rise above politics and discuss topics that are much more important, like taco bell vs del taco, coke or pepsi, and other important life decisions. But anyways, to catch up on my life I just finished the semester here at BYU, now I am trying to decide what I should major in, I think I will try to take some classes this summer to try and get a better idea about what I would like to do. For now I am just working at the the laundry and am going to start trying work full time as long as there is enough to do. Kilee is working at BRG and does really good at it, I think she is going to be employee of the month. We have been living here in provo for almost a year and a half, that is really hard to believe, time is totally flying by. It is sometimes hard to be motivated in class when I really don't know what I want to do, I need to decide soon, having direction gives purpose and makes everything easier. But as for my blog, I hope that people will want to read it, sometimes I may talk about stuff that probably no one else cares about, but ill try to include funny stories so that those who don't like rock music or video games will still want to read.

I do have a funny story for today, Kilee just barely went to bed, and we were sitting there before she did and we were talking about how the pulling of a person's finger causes them to let a fart. I was trying to sound really scientific about an explanation of how it is actually true. I was telling her how there is a nerve in the finger that when pulled, it reacts with the ability to hold a fart in and if there is one on deck when the finger is pulled, then it makes you let er rip. She had a good laugh at my explanation and I think it sounded so good that a little part of her was wanting to believe it. Because when I couldn't contain my laughter anymore she kept saying "see I knew you were just joking!" and I took that as her way of reassuring herself that it wasn't true because she was almost believing the great and wonderful myth of the pulled finger.