scale.

Just a quick thought I've wanted to put down somewhere.

I work at the Trafalga in Orem. I say that again because people keep asking me where I work, and it's getting annoying. Anyway, as I work there, I've noticed a great amount of people coming and going, all on different levels of the maturity spectrum. It goes something like this:

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Yesterday in my humanities course, we began discussing about Japanese art forms. To begin, we first talked about how Japan was basically a replication of China in every political way. And then Buddhism happened. Zen Buddhism, in fact. In 849 AD, Japan broke off from China, and the new Zen Buddhist religion mixed in with the current Japanese Shinto religion (worship of ancestors). Here are the 7 dominating characteristics of Zen Buddhism:

muddled.

Today, I have so many different thoughts that I want to convey all at the same time. This could easily be done by creating several individual posts, since each thought is so individual from the other, but that could create some confusion. Instead, I'll split this single post into several sections. That should make it work out.

called.

Now that I know where I'm finally going for my mission (Little Rock, Arkansas, for those who didn't get the memo), I'll let you guys know which places I did NOT want to serve in. It's safe now, since no jinxing can occur.

festival.

I went to Nihon Matsuri on Saturday, April 30th. It's a Japanese festival held on the same street as the Buddhist temple near the Salt Lake temple. There were many kiosks selling traditional goods, as well as staged events where people performed various arts, such as music and dance. Here are some pictures I took while I was there.

running.

I'm going to college. I've already signed up for all my classes, and not a one is on a Wait List. First block, I'm taking Humanities and 2D Design. Second block has Math, Writing, and Computer Essentials. 15 credit hours. I am totally jumping into this cold pool called college, whereas some people just kinda slink in. Reminds me of when we lived in Lake Tahoe. I would run into that melted-snow-filled hole. The beaches there had very gritty sand, not nearly as fine as you get on oceans. The geese were cruel, too. Small, green strips of feces littered anywhere the geese gathered.