'Twas the night before Sunday

BYU thrashed Fresno State. Sort of. They won at least.

Anyway, I just thought I would express my undying love for random jams. No matter how it comes together, there's just a feeling you get being somewhere new, singing till you can't any more. That's what makes me feel alive.

So here's my two cents: Whatever it is that gives you that feeling, go do it. Do it often. Make sure you're living the way you would want someone to write about you. If it's base jumping, take a leap. If it's sorting socks, go to Target and pick yourself up a new pair.
There's nothing worth doing that you can't do often. And if you can, you should. Not out of a moral obligation, but out of a human obligation. Breathe, bleed, squish mud between your fingers.

I'm no perfect example. I have had my share of wasted moments and regrets, but it's not about that. There's not enough time to live in yesterday or wait till tomorrow.

P.S. Special thanks to the random jammers and BYU men's basketball and Nate's frostie funds.

Here's a Question:

Does anyone else ever have a mental/emotional relapse into a time when things were different? I don't mean PTSD, I mean are you ever talking to your best friend and feel like you're 12 again? I could be the only person like that, but it happened today. I got a text from an old friend and I felt like I was 18 again.

I don't want to be 18 again, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

Anyway...life is getting ridiculously jam-packed full of important things to do with my time and I just spent the last 6 hours plays video games with two of my best friends. I should be much more responsible than this. Tomorrow's a new day though. I'll put everything off till tomorrow.

Glee: A Series of Unanswered Questions

Tonight I was in good company while beholding the end of this, the first season of Glee.

During the drama, Nate posed a brilliant question. It is one of many;

"How did they come up with the costumes so quickly," he mused. Then there was a flurry of inquiries: "How could they learn such complex choreography on such short notice?" "How is it possible for one voice to stick out of the group without screaming if they don't use microphones?"

That was just the beginning.

So despite the "conclusion" to all of the big issues like if Quinn and Puck and bla bla bla, we are left wondering so many technical things.

Most of you (and this would be 2 of 3 people who read my blog to create a majority) by now have though, "I will never watch television with you." Be advised, that is wise. I'm cynical. It can be annoying how critical I am but it's who I am and despite some course correction in my life, I have maintained much of that side of me. I don't want to be different.

My mission president wisely told me that my gift is to find errors, but my goal should be learning to correct lovingly and uplift. Duly noted. Probably going to be a January 1st'er for a while.

Merry Wednesday to all, and to all a good night.

A Further Look Into Christmas Rewrites

Here's what I've completed so far on the Eye of The Reindeer:

Risin' up, back to the skies
Did his time, 11 months now
Made the gifts, now he's out makin' rounds
Just a man and some kids who need toys

So many years, they've all gone so fast
But Santa never grows weary
Won't lose his grip on this cold Christmas eve
He must fight just to keep them in flight

It's the eye of the reindeer
It's the thrill of the sleigh
Risin' up through the clouds chuck full of presents
And a hundred thousand children lay asleep in their beds
They're all dreaming of what they might get...
Christmas morning



There will probably be another verse. I started one about a kid who sees his face, but Santa had to kill him and that's not child-friendly so I had to back track. Then chorus again...obviously.

Hope you're all having a lovely Christmas prep period and thinking about the reason for the season. Enjoy the music.

Not quite Christmas

Here's a new post dedicated to what my family spent the last hour working on: Christmas carols.

Throughout our years here in Clovis, California, the Biberston family has been known to many close friends as a caroling bunch. Every December we get in the car and drive around singing on the door steps of ward members, family friends, etc. The inspiration comes from a passion my father and I share. Most artists write their own music; we transform the music of others to meet Christmas-based lyrical guidelines. This is still an art.

For a little taste, here are a few titles and their accompanying Christmas lyrical concepts:

Copa Cabana (At the Copa, Copa CaSanta, the coldest point north of Havana)

Smooth Criminal (You've been hit by a Smooth Santa Claus...As he came in through the chimney, was the sound of lots of sleigh bells)

Air Supply's classic I'm All Out of Love(Gifts) (Santa crying about a shortage of Christmas gifts)

A personal favorite that my sister helped me with: Don't You Wish Your Santa Had Gifts Like Me

I think you get the idea.

It's not as easy as it seems. Final drafts take a good deal of time to work up and we're already behind. Hopefully everything comes out fine and the families of the Fresno/Clovis area can once again enjoy the holiday stylings of the Biberston family Christmas quartet.

The Rex Factor

I still think Dan Cuneo was right when he said I should have written a section in my school paper called the Rex Factor. Lots of potential there. Not that the writing would be good, but the title is so incredible. You can't deny that.

Today I was at school for 15 minutes, a doctor's appointment, a wedding reception, a Christmas choir concert, and a friend's house. Lots in one day. Go me.

Tomorrow I will be working at a car show, praying that someone will want to talk to us about where we work. Please let there be at least one good lead. We need more students.

Harper's Back!!!

Today I spent very little time doing anything productive, which is the reason I stayed home from work. I was planning on doing homework and studying...but you know how that goes. The TV speaks louder than the books.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. It was my amazing friend Chris who is finally on leave after a year of being in Virginia with the Coast Guard! What a surprise. We hung out for a while and caught up. I cannot believe how good it feels to see friends after so long. I didn't realize how much I missed that guy.

Anyway, I couldn't think of anything clever to write so I thought I would just share my joy at having amazing friends to share life with.

And I did laugh at your link so does that mean we are friends?

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. (nearly limitless possibilities)