I’m on a boat!

Did anyone see that sick post-thunderstorm sky the other night? I did, but I didn’t have my camera on me.

I am (finally) almost done with my HBS application and I know I am getting ahead of myself by thinking this, but I hardly know what to do with myself (except that I do – Jer. 9:23-24). I should start posting more often.

I forget that people read the things that I share on my HelvetiReader. Then, once in a while, I go back through my shared stuff looking for something and I realize that people have commented on my stuff. I wish that Google notified you when someone commented. That way, I would remember not to share dumb things and I would be able to respond adequately to people’s comments with “LOL Steven!” and “Adam… what?!?!”

The more I grow up, the more I feel like my family is growing into itself. Except for my sister. She is weird. Yesterday she sent me an email with links to pictures of dogs in hot dog buns. It’s her birthday in two days.

Such is a typical conversation I have with my brother:

me: whoa did you know the proper way to say nigeris knee-jerAlex: loli thought you mistyped the n wordme: wowwwwAlex: but noi did not know thatme: yea so coolje suis kneejeri dont even know what je suis meansAlex: i amlolme: o lololAlex: lolso you’re niger?me: noje mapelle kneejerAlex: your name is niger?me: yesexactlyAlex: oh okbut all this time i thought your name was anname: o yea

Also:

me: yea lolhow did you knowdid i already tell you thatAlex: it’s in your statusand i know who she isme: o lolo you remember?o yea!sgAlex: yeai’m an elephantme: what?Alex: elephants have good memorySOMEONE doesn’t know much about africalol are there elephants in africa?

Things I’m learning at work:

• Niger is pronounced knee-jer, except slurred: kneejer. But, you know, no matter how many times I tell myself it’s kneejer, my instinct is to say nigh-ger when I see the word.
• That’s about it.