Lint for your thoughts?

Every piece of clothing I own either reads “Tumble Dry Low” or “Dry Clean Only.”

And as a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a garment tag that stated “Tumble Dry Medium” or “Tumble Dry High.”
You know, I’d be willing to wager (a small amount, of course) that all clothing, aside from the “Dry Clean Only’s,” require a low tumble drying.

And if THAT’S the case.. then why do dryers even have “MEDIUM” and “HIGH” settings?

Perhaps the dryer industry is looking to capitalize on our humanly need for variety?

Goodness knows we love options.

Maybe they’re looking to cater to those in a hurry?

.. but every dryer company has to know that drying on “HIGH” will, much more often than not, shrink clothing!

Therefore, it is my belief that dryer companies have added unnecessary and potentially garment-damaging features in order to compete with one another. No longer keeping the safety of the consumers’ goods in mind, they selfishly look to make a quick buck over a competitor, regardless of the danger (to an article of clothing) of a setting.
.. or maybe it’s just 3:40am.. and I’m tired. Doing laundry.

JL <3

Jason's Jargon

Rules

1) It's all about people. People are more important than things.
2) It's not what you do, but what you do for others.
3) Freedom is born of self-discipline. An undisciplined man is a slave to his own weakness.
4) No good deed goes unpunished.
5) It's better to be lucky than good.
6) When a fish stinks it stinks at the head.
7) Fortune favors the bold.
8) You get what you reward.
9) Money now is better than money later.
10) Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
11) You can never over-communicate a vision.
12) Get what you want.
13) A growth market covers a multitude of sins.
14) If you think you can or you think you can't, you're right.
15) What's the objective? Begin with the end in mind.
16) Fear the mindkiller.
17) Everybody struggles with something.
18) It never makes sense to burn bridges.
19) Always run to, never away.
20) The way you know your life is real is when it hurts.
21) Remember the Ranger's Prayer:

May I have the intelligence to recognize the things I can change.
May I have the strength to suffer that which is beyond my control.
May I have the wisdom to burn the bodies of those who block the way.

22) Life is long.
23) Work first, then play.
24) Celebrate every success.
25) "Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius." (Fulton J. Sheen)

clubby warmth

Had a show last night. Opened for a guy named Jon Peter Lewis. He seriously rocks and was absolutely killin' last night. This new venue was intimate and coffee-shop-like, complete with dim lighting and white christmas lights wrapped around the mic stand. I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved being up on that stage. Comfort set in after I butchered the first song. Interesting how making a fool of yourself in the very beginning makes the rest of the show so much better.

Looking forward to the clubby warmth that comes from performing and being productive is going to be a great way to get me through the hard times -- it definitely already has.

After an incredible night, my high is slowly wearing off (thank heavens). Jumping back into school should be interesting. Here's a picture to document the intimate nature of this memorable night.

Also, as I was walking out of the club, the manager stopped me and asked me to come back next month.

Life is good.

keep it beautiful.

JL

I'm curious...

Is there a Narcoleptics Anonymous? And if so, does anything get done there?

Dear Schmoopie:

Been battling with the heart lately.

I've been reading a lot about it and hearing a lot about it recently. This crazy little thing called love and marriage (just mixed two song titles together. Pretty proud of myself for that one).

Anyway! I'm a big softy. I mean, I love blowing things up. **rips out chest hair simultaneously**

"She's" been on my mind - that lovely woman to whom I will be eternally linked. She's caused me to think about some things lately, too. At least I know she's already making me a better person. Thank you, Schmoopie. (That's her nickname, in case you're wondering. I'm sure she'll love it...)

Some things I was thinking about:

• The question is not WHAT do I want to be. The more important question is WHO do I want to be? I think we concentrate too much on what we want to be when we "grow up." I've already determined what I want to do. So, now where do I go? I've decided to concentrate on improving the person who makes everything happen. It's simple, improve the person going through his life, thus improving life. The idea of who we are to become is incredibly poignant.

• I want to be a spiritual giant; a righteous man in the gospel. The only way to improve the person in this life, is to come closer to the One who gave you life.

"A man is never more magnificent than when he is guided by the Spirit to honor the priesthood he holds" - Sheri L. Dew

• I want to be a man of integrity.

• I want to be a man who is honest.

• If you lose your integrity and your honesty, you are the poorest man I know.

• My children have the right to an honorable father. My wife has the right to have a husband with integrity. That doesn't mean I don't make mistakes. I do make mistakes, but I try to learn from them.

There you have it. She's teaching me a ton already.

Hey thanks, Schmoopie.

fuming

I have nowhere else to write this at the moment. I happened to be in front of my computer when this happened and I'd like to get it down and out. It's times like these that I wish my best friend were still up here so I could head over to her apartment and vent a little while being in the presence of someone who appreciates their family.

One of my roommates was on the phone with his mom and was just yelling at her. He kept repeating himself and making her feel stupid. I can't say I've never done this with my own parents in the past, but seeing it in this light changes things so much. And maybe I'm biased having a mom who passed away. Sue me.

Regardless, he ended up leaving the apartment to talk to her and I made a small comment. Something along the lines of, "...wow." Then, my other roommate pipes in and says, "No, dude. I've talked to his mom. She's stupid. I'd yell at her, too, if I were him."

**you ungrateful little....whyyy IIII oughta....**

I didn't even have time to let my emotions go from relaxed to angry. My blood was instantly boiling. And you would think that I'd stay relaxed considering I'm making Mac 'N' Cheese! But no...I think the boiling water in the pot was too strong of an analogy in this moment. I imagined that being the blood in my veins.

I looked at him and said, "What?!? First of all, you don't know her nor have you met her," (which I knew was fact) "and second of all, you have NO right - I don't care who you are - you have NO right to treat the person who brought you into this world that way."

I think I won that debate. They didn't say much after that.
Now I'm wondering if I was in the right by calling them out on that. Pff. I understand it's different when it's your own parents...I don't know. I just know that having experienced losing a mom, there really is no place for being that rude.

That's all.

JL

it has come.

Have you ever rearranged your room to get a new look/vibe only to realize that you liked it the old way? Well, that was me over the last month or so. Many of you wondered if I had gone inactive. Others just thought I was a crazy person. Neither are correct (maybe a little crazy). Anyway, I just wanted you all to know that I'm still the same ol' me.

I've been doing a lot of soul-searching recently. That sounds so depressing. It was actually a lot of fun. I got into things I had always wanted to; I discovered photography, new ways of thinking, etc. Only to realize that none of that was for me. Sure it was fun, but just not me.

Anyway, I've decided to put up a story that happened to me recently to kick off my freshness:

I was driving down to Provo this weekend with my right-hand-man, Bryce, and his girlfriend, Shally. Shally was on a roll this trip and I absolutely loved it; she's the biggest sweetheart ever. On this trip down she was asking me SO many questions about my conversion. It was really fun to tell her. I felt like I hadn't told the story in quite some time. Even in the MTC I never really got around to going into depth about my conversion. One thing she asked was, "So, before you learned about the gospel, did you ever feel anything you were doing was wrong?" I laughed and shared a few stories. The interesting thing is, I specifically remember feeling "icky" inside after doing something I shouldn't have (by gospel standards). After drinking I characteristically felt disturbed. It started in my heart and eventually moved to my stomach. And no, it wasn't the hangover...that's an entirely different feeling...

**shudders**

horrible feeling, really.

Anyway, life is good. I'm happy, doing well in school, and learning so much about God and his doings.

I hope this puts some of you at ease. Whoever may still read this blog, I miss you. Yes, you.

Leave me some love and comment.