The Doctor on: June(July?) 8th

Well, I havent posted anything here in about six months. Whoops. Here's the update. Im a semester through my first year at BYU and everything has gone fantastically. I am no longer with Hermione, and havent been since mid August- we went to different colleges. Since September 19th, however, I have a new girlfriend; I think she will go by the name Tigerlily. She is a bright, intelligent Chemical Engineering major who has been one of my best friends for years. She has auburn hair, golden eyes, and a beautiful smile. Despite what she seems to think sometimes, she is extremely attractive. She loves to bake, so whenever I go over to her place I get pie, or cookies, or apple crumble. She is very strong willed, and a very capable person. She is used to having to walk all over her men, and she seems to like not having to with me. Ive gotten her hooked on football, and even though she regrets it sometimes, even comes to games with me. Her name actually came from a role she played; She was, in high school, an avid Thespian, who, despite a pale complexion, seemed to get to play every possible minority lead; from a native american to a pacific islander. She also sings and is wonderful with a piano. Tigerlily is a fantastic friend and a wonderful girlfriend.

Other aspects of my life: Belle is at the same school as me, which is tons of fun. She is a bit temperamental, but that is not at all surprising. My oldest brother just got his mission call; Ventura California. other than that, it is just business as usual.

The Doctor on: No-life Neschiems

A fan has recently informed me that I have not updated in a while. Why, you ask, have I kept my genius to myself these last weeks? I, the Doctor, Have a job! What do I do? Do I save lifes? Explore uncharted territory? Fight Nazis? No. unless by life you mean carpets, uncharted territory you mean boulder, and Nazis you mean dirt. I clean carpets. I take a long piece of metal ( the wands) and shoot crazy hot water everywhere. If you ask nicely I will show you my burns, bruises, scrapes, and other assorted injuries.

It is quite the job. the hours are.... decent (roughly sixty a week) the pay is... meager (but better than expected) and the company is... special (they are all pretty cool, but I have yet to figure out their quirks). I dissed one guy's football team, and now he stares my down when I walk by. One trainer took a power nap while I worked. I almost had a van blow up on me. One worker looks suspiciously like the teacher at my old school (did I mention that I GRADUATED!!!!!!) who just got two life sentences for 'messing around' with some of the female students. The guy I work the most with is the same age as my dad. Three other mormons work there, but I never see them because we are all assistants who work with one trainer each. Today we stretched carpet for seven hours, but tomorrow we may clean up after a flood, or an exploded schnauzer.

Also, this is a goodbye to Belle, who has practically left this hemisphere. You will be missed. 

The Doctor on: Hermione

Recently another important player in my life has been introduced. A girl I have mentioned a few times now has been given a name- Hermione. She is a beautiful girl with a bright smile and a wonderful personality.
 The name Hermione alludes to the fact that she is, in a word, brilliant. She is a total genius, but doesn't lord it over you the way most geniuses do. She isn't mormon, but her standards are so high above most mormons that no one could complain.
I secretly believe that she traded all of her HGH for endorphins. at 5'3'', she is a bit below average height, and supposedly can be mistaken for a 12 year old girl (I don't see it) but she is the happiest person in the world. Her smile is the first thing people notice, and everyone loves her for it.
She is the captain of my schools colorguard team, acts, and plays the flute. She is smart and happy. But of course, that isn't enough for her. She is dang cute, too- Thin, althletic, long brown hair.

So, here we come to the part where I explain exactly why she is becoming important. So I totally had a thing for her freshman year. And sophomore year. Junior year I was in a relationship with a girl I liked so much I didnt even notice other girls. On the one year anniversary of my breakup with that girl, I asked Hermione on a double date. nothing earthshattering- ice cream, a movie, ect. Turns out she kinda liked me, too, a fact that I was very pleased to hear. Her friends learned of the date, and they kinda blew it out of proportion. pretty soon I'm learning about all sorts of things that happened on that date that I didnt even know about! So, in all of their minds, we are now boyfriend/girlfriend. I've stopped correcting them- its not nearly something quite so boring as to be official. But as I said, im definitely not complaining. And as far as I know, neither is she. Who knows what the future brings?

The Doctor on: Liffe as wee knoe et.

In a week and a half I will be forced to become a contributing member of society. I will graduate, get a job, and become all around boring. Thing is, though, I'm ready. I have had 13 years of public schooling, 17 years of family life, and it's time for a change. Hey, BYU is going to be a real party!

In another note, Word travels really fast in the theater department at my school. Get seen walking around holding hands with one girl and the whole world knows within hours... not that I think its a bad thing, but its definitely interesting...

The Doctor On: Doctor Popular

Ladies be crazy. Recently, they have become even more crazy than normal. For some reason unbeknown to man, they all have terrible timing at everything. Now, they all have terrible timing at the same time. Before this last Christmas, I had one girl ever inform me that she had feelings for me that surpassed the standard "hey look, there is a person". That girl, still my favorite person, required two years of work on my part to 'see the light'.

Now, apparently I have a spotlight on my head. Girls are getting light-blinded left and right with absolutely no effort from me- I have had eight girls inform me that they "Like like" me, one group call me a "lust object", a freshman fan following, and two girls who are actively pursuing a relationship (one of which is not counted in that eight, yet). I have been informed that I am "really cute", and a friend of mine told me that my manliness surprised her today.

So here I present my question: What the heck??? I mean, seriously? For years I have dreamed of having attractive young women bowing at my feet... but I will tell ya, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I am not exactly a heart breaker. And everyone I know is absolutely loving my pain.

So what is wrong with them? Must be something in the water.
Applicable song of the day? Take It Easy, by the Eagles.

The Doctor On: The Importance of Being Belle

Being the most prominent non-family member of my blog, I figure that I should give you all a little background about Belle. She was born in a little log cabin in eastern Illinois in 1806.  No. Actually, she is my age- although im not quite sure whether she was born in Maryland or not... Prolly better check on that. Anyway, I met her when I moved to Colorado at the ripe old age of 13. We hit it off famously- she hated me, and I simply didn't bother learning who she was.

My first serious memory of the girl was from early freshman year- a friend of mine had obtained a photo of her and was singing her praises to heaven during lunch. I decided that I needed to meet this girl. Well, eventually I got her to at least talk to me. The miracle that is facebook made it able for me to show her my charm from a distance until she stopped trying to strangle me.

 She is now one of my best friends, and one of the greatest people I have ever met. She has fabulous taste in pretty much everything- Harry Potter, Shakespeare, and a number of other books. Her taste in music has something to be desired- it's all modern girly stuff. But I've forgiven her for that. She has a hilarious sense of humor, and always keeps me smiling.

The name came straight from The Beauty and the beast- She is a drop-dead gorgeous brunette with a penchant for good books, stimulating conversation, and strange men. Practically every guy she has ever been romantically attracted to has been a "beast" in some way- totally loveable, great people, but labeled as different. One of the best things about her is her ability to see past the obvious and love the person for who they are. She has no idea that she is so attractive- she firmly believes that her looks are sub-par and she will end up as an old maid. I doubt that she will make it past freshman year without a ring on her finger (she HATES jewelry, but *may* make an exception for a wedding ring.)

Belle is a great person, who puts up with more from me than I really deserve. I hope that everyone can have a friend like Belle- or at least one half as good. With a friend like her, you could do anything.

The Doctor on: Telephone Therapy?

Everyone has played the Telephone game-  A person starts out with a phrase. They whisper that phrase into someone's ear, who whispers it to the next person. Eventually, the original phrase gets altered and the final phrase sounds nothing like the original.  This happens in life all the time- advice is given, advice is processed, advice is translated, and it is passed on in a different form. The result is passed back to the original person.

I'm kinda getting to see something of this.Someone I know is having troubles- Dean, my friend Belle's (now)ex.. The problem is that it is none of my business- Dean not only doesn't know me well, but also dislikes me. Why? He has his reasons. Not important.  Anyway, he isn't really a friend- just a friend of a friend. So why do I care? Belle does. It is basically all she thinks about these days- we haven't had a conversation in weeks that hasn't mentioned Dean at least once. She is seriously worried about this guy. that means the worry passes to me.

So how do I help? That's a good question. I would love to be able to answer it. I am the kind of person that hates watching people I like have troubles, so I try my best to fix them. But in this case, there is absolutely nothing I can do. And things have progressed to the point where she can't do anything either- not that that has stopped her from trying. I'm sure that she sometimes thinks that I don't care, or that she is the only one who is worried about the poor guy, but that isn't true. I am suffering over this almost as much as she is- but I am even more helpless. So for once the doctor is asking for advice- if you can think of a way I can help, a way to fix things, let me know. My receptionist will give you your Nobel Peace Prize and send you on your way.