Recording the twenty-third year of The Jesse Howell, formerly known as “Elder.”
Christmas vacation is coming to a close. Christmas was joyful yet short. I received The Host, by Stephanie Meyer, a recorder (the musical instrument), a calendar of Christ, a pair of earmuffs (my last ones broke), an eight-gigabyte SD card, and (my personal favorite) a set of figurines from the Disney movie, Tangled. The last was partially a gag gift (I have somehow managed to become very obsessed over the film), but I will think of something creative to do with them, and I know that all my friends will get a good laugh out of it. After seeing the film six times, I could probably act it out with the figurines I have…
There is little that can make Crownpoint, New Mexico “not uneventful.” One such thing being Christmas. Another being an annual check-up, in which the doctor tells Jesse that his blood pressure is a bit high, and that he needs to lay off the salt and exercise more. Geez, don’t I feel like an old fart… I packed up a fair amount of necessary junk, threw it in the back of our truck, and we headed up to Utah. Snowstorm slowed us down and kept us from checking me into my new apartment on Friday. Spent some time with Grandparents, got a late Christmas present (tiger-striped PJ bottoms) which helped me realize that it is the bizarre present that pleases me the most. Knowing my odd personality, I really should’ve recognized this sooner.
Tomorrow I begin my new life in a new apartment, new Ward, and a set of rather unusual circumstances. As a quick recap to any newcomers (or oldcomers who have not yet learned this of me), I am a lazy, procrastinating person who doesn’t do his school work or accomplish much of anything with his life. If you would like a new experience, I would suggest [not] waiting until three months into a four-month semester and realizing “I haven’t turned in a single assignment in this Computer Science class. How awkward.” Anywho, I have decided to defer this coming semester at BYU. I have no intention of failing half of my classes yet again (I am growing particularly tired of my CS 142 class). And so this coming “semester” or so will consist of me [hopefully] earning money and self-teaching myself the following: Java programming language, 3D animation, the flute, several piano songs, more German, as well as reaching a higher level of spirituality. While my extensive (yet incomplete) planning has me hoping high, my knowledge of the past has brought with it a level of pessimism that foresees me crashing and burning yet again. Time will tell, and hopefully, so will the following fifty-one issues. May they fill your life with laughter (and perhaps just a smudge of pity).
The Jesse Howell Gazette is back online.
Let the adventure begin.
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