I Work at the Cloud Factory

So basically I work at a cloud factory, a huge building that let's out huge wafting clouds a thousand particulates at a time. The billowing white mass surges skyward on a hot updraft of air. But really, this process actually happens where I work. Sometimes I wish the engineers could press a button and make thunderclouds or turn a crank to make wispy cirrus clouds, but all they make is the same billowy cumulus clouds. Not even that technically, it's steam put off by the giant condenser buildings, but I prefer to call them the cloud generators. Come winter, they'll shower mine and Rachael's cars with nuclear snow.

Yep, I work at a nuclear power plant. It puts off exactly zero radiation into the atmosphere, just lots and lots of steam. When I think about the lyrical possibilities of my workplace I can't help but think that it could inspire the next Owl City song or at least give way to a line or two.

I'm feeling just a touch random, but I'll transition here with the fact that the clouds and the stars are both atmospheric beings relatively speaking. I asked Rachael to homecoming last night. Basically it was one of the coolest ways that I've ever asked someone to a dance, right up there alongside covering Megs'room in stickynotes. I love leaving people surprises. It's seriously got to be one of my favorite things in the whole wide world, and when I get married (I know slow down Cameron, you've still got a mission to serve and a girl woman to meet) but when I do really I'm going to leave her fun little surprises on a regular basis...but not so regularly that she starts to expect them :D Anyhow with that said just know that I will likely edit this post to add in the pictures of me asking Rachael soon, because I've got to catch some shuteye before I drop dead! Also forthcoming is a post explaining the wonderful Ms. Rachael hahaha.

My Love Obsession with Books

So basically it all started when I was in the womb.  Well okay maybe not but I've basically loved books all my life, and when i find an especially delicious read, I can sit motionless in my room for hours just perusing pages.  Other times I feel like I can't even get through a couple of pages without an interruption of some sort.  Then I start to act not a little like this...


  But now I get to the point of this post:  I've sworn off reading recreationally until i finish my online history course from BYU.  UGH!!! It drives me insane, especially since I just found an author that has quite a few great books out and just waiting for me to read.  Basically, I'm venting to my blog because I can't stand how dry the history textbook is.  For example, it's so dry that I can't stand to even sit down and read it, even when I know there's a reward on the other side:  free reading privileges!!

Well that's basically it for now, just thought I'd let you know.

Cameron

Longest Day of My Life...but Not Really

So normally I'm totally game to go on a trip with my family, spend some quality time and maybe attempt to rip eachother's heads of in the process. It's all in good fun, and by the end of it we have some pretty incredible memories. Well, I'm sure gonna remember this one courtesy of Denver International Airport, or rather the storm system now dissipating from around it. It starts yesterday with what was supposed to be a three hour layover on the way to Kansas City. Key words: supposed to be. It was kind of long in the first place and we knew it so we had a good dinner in the airport (side note: bread and pasta bowls from Domino's are the bomb). Then we walk the quarter mile down the terminal to hour gate. As we stroll up my dad's phone buzzes. It's the free service from United Airlines notifying us that the 8 o'clock flight will now be at 9, three hours away. So it's now a four hour layover. No biggie, my brother Kolby and I begin people watching. One thing turns to another and next thing we know the gate attendant says that our flight will board at 10 and then 10:15. Finally the flight is bumped to 10:50 and we get notification the airport is on ground hold, which, considering there was some pretty loud thunder and the brightest lightning I had ever seen outside, seemed like a pretty prudent choice. Five minutes from boarding another intercom call informed my family that we would wait until 11:30 to board the plane, which eliminated the chance that we would be able to rent a car in Kansas City when we landed. Pretty soon my siblings and I decided to watch a piece of duct tape go around the automatic sidewalk and see how long it takes to go around; four minutes and thirty-six seconds just in case you were wondering. We are officially one of four flights left in the airport. Midnight rolls around, more delays. Finally at 12:30, the attendant comes on the intercom and directs us to the customer service desk which has a no-joke forty to fifty foot line of people already waiting at it because our flight has been cancelled. Long story short, my family spent last night on the floor trying hard to sleep while airport employees vacuumed around us and the computer bank played phony ad music every fifteen minutes. Needless to say I only slept in fifteen minutes intervals for a fretful two hours. Our flight left at 7 the next morning and the airport gave us no compensation, even lost our checked bag in the process. It was a grand start to a grand vacation. I'll probably post about the rest of the vacation when I get home, just know that it gets a lot better, and that I'm excited for what's in store.

Until next time,
Cam

P.S. AP test scores came in. I'm pleased but know it could have/should have gone better. Of course I'm somewhat of a freak when it comes to grades and test scores and things. Just the way I am.

The Start of All Things New

Okay, so just to start off and give a little about myself: I'm a guy, I procrastinate, hence this blog starting now instead of a month ago when I said it would start.  I love aphorisms, especially ones that say a lot about me, and I love cutting them up to make puzzles...such as the title of my blog.

I know it's a little bit of a hypocritical title because a blog is mostly about what I say/write, but I really do love to listen.  It's more of a habit really, I walk into a room and find myself barraged with half a dozen conversations from people not speaking to me, but speaking around me, which automatically qualifies them to be my inadvertent eavesdropping target.  It annoys some people, but really it's just a harmless habit.  I don't do anything but observe, I don't exploit or blackmail other than some light teasing. 

Anyway, that's who I am, take me or leave me.  I'm a listener and hopefully I'll be able to read comments that people leave and be a listener to you, my readers.  You'll probably learn more about me by reading my blog than most people see on the surface...which is pretty embarrassing, but what can I say?  I try to keep to myself as much as possible.

Until next time,
Cam