I've wanted to blog about so many things lately, but I just haven't done it. Potential topics have included phantom limbs, temperament & life trajectories, adventures on the 5th floor of the Harold B. Lee Library, axiom: do what you think you should, and a plethora of other topics. For this post I'm just going to briefly talk about hooking people up.

I was just on my friend's wedding facebook page. Most likely you've seen one, the event page with the picture of the couple to be, along with a list of addresses from hundreds of people wanting an invitation. I've known this particular friend for about two years now. She's a way cool girl and I'm glad I've had the privilege of knowing her.

Last Fall semester I had a class with her so I got to see her on a weekly basis. During one of the first class sessions we had together we talked about how we both needed to put ourselves out there more so that we could date. We both mentioned that we'd like to help each other out by introducing each other to people in our wards and other acquaintances. About a week later I invited her to a party type thing that was being thrown by some people in my ward. Upon finding out about the party I mentioned it to her, but she didn't seem to excited about it. In fact she even said moaned "why would I want to go? I'm not going to meet anyone that I'll ever see again." For whatever reason she had forgotten about our new little pact and was just flat out having a bad night. However, she decided to go in the end. It was that night that she met her future husband.

I'm not really sure why I've taken the time to write this. I don't really have a moral or a punch line. I guess I wrote it because I like it.