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hi. it's us, the panians!: We sheltered in place, Pt. 2

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008. We sheltered in place, Pt. 2. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TYLER AND ANGIE PANIAN. You either know us or you don't. FIRST DAY OF OUR LIVES. We were married on December 28th, 2007 in the San Diego Temple. We sheltered in place, Pt. 2. We sheltered in place. We love this season. We try to revisit our childhood. We saw Gustav come, and we saw Gustav go.

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hi. it's us, the panians!: We Voted in our Hearts.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2008. We Voted in our Hearts. Despite all my efforts and punctual preparedness, when I got to the polls they had no record of my registration. I couldn't technically vote! But I tried. I tried! The person I was going to vote for won, so in a way, I feel as if my ballot was counted, in spirit. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TYLER AND ANGIE PANIAN. You either know us or you don't. FIRST DAY OF OUR LIVES. We were married on December 28th, 2007 in the San Diego Temple.

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Waxing Gibbous: My own wake

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If only there were four of me. While trying to make the most moral decision, selfish farsightedness led to probably the biggest mistake I've ever made with a relationship. I lost what was more than a chance. Now in the emotional scramble of a second attempt, nearly hopeless. For what could have been, a spiritual insight has made all my moral efforts free of regret: The victory is not in winning love, but in loving. I loved, and will continue to love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I think people are...

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Waxing Gibbous: Donating my boomerang to science

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If only there were four of me. Donating my boomerang to science. One day in my psychology of humor class I jokingly made a side comment to a fellow student that the incongruity theory of humor was like the flight of a boomerang. It kind of made sense, but there hadn. So that’s what I ended up doing. I haven’t whittled anything since Pinewood Derbies. And I’ ve. Only ever thrown a boomerang once before (it was one of those triangular Aerobie. But I made another one. Two boomerangs! The result: humor. ...

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Waxing Gibbous: Love's Labour's Lost

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If only there were four of me. I think people are forgetting how to love. Sometimes it feels like the only worth I have to people, even those I consider my good friends, is based on my achievements, accomplishments, and academic or monetary potential. This is what I like to call "friendship credential. Friends aren't positions that can just be replaced like a burnt-out lightbulb! Love is more than actions. We are commanded to love everyone. I don't think that means that we're commanded to just distan...

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Waxing Gibbous: This is getting a little out of hand...

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If only there were four of me. This is getting a little out of hand. But then it comes right back. I hope this starts up some more consistant internet thoughts from you. Why havent you said any cool stuff lately for all of cyber space to see? If im doing it you have to. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is getting a little out of hand. Not complete, but working at it. And I like the word "Gibbous". I'm just a regular kid! View my complete profile. There's been a accident. I choo choo choose you.

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Waxing Gibbous: If you write it...

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If only there were four of me. If you write it. Quite a few people have been asking me to blog again. I'm not sure if they mean it, or if it's just a nice way for them to let me know that they know I even have a blog. Well, either way, I'm flattered. Thank you. I'd like to say that I'm going to- I do have plenty of time. That few people care what I think about things. For, if I cannot inseminate the world's minds with my mind, what's the point. The road to intrinsically motivated writing awaits. And rela...

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Waxing Gibbous: Jump-start

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If only there were four of me. I'm going to be busier this semester than last; I have a job now, I'm taking more credits, and the classes have larger workloads. Sitting in my Social Psychology class, I started to worry about it. When am I going to have time to rest and recharge? When am I going to have time to do what I want to do? When am I going to have time to not worry about the time I'm not going to have? I think the process of waking up. I have things to do, I accomplish more than I plan, and the d...

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Waxing Gibbous: Worst Impressions

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If only there were four of me. They say you don't get a second chance to make a first impression. You really only get one chance to make second impressions, too. As far as third impressions go, the jury's still out. But this begs the question. That first impressions are important. The first time I met one of my closest friends, he was a total jerk to me! In my experience, the first impressions are the worst impressions, especially when an impression. One of the worst ways to get to know someone: take the...

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Waxing Gibbous: Didn't even knoet

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If only there were four of me. I typed my full name (Alexander Johnston Hale) into Google to see if anything would come up, and to my great amazement and amusement, a link to poetry.com showed up with a poem that I had written more than 10 years ago! While on an LDS mission in Nebraska, my brother,. Told me about how obsessed everyone there was about Cornhusker football. I guess it was so silly to my 12- or 13-year-old mind that I wrote a poem about it. Without further ado, my poem:. Was I the last soul?