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The following is a little short film... Worth EVERY one of the 16 minutes of your time! It will seriously change your life!

Purely Random!

This is in reference to my previous post about floss.

I know it's very random but I just really like this picture too!

In fact, I "lol" every time I see it.

...enjoy!

H - B - Double Hockey Sticks!

Yesterday, Wednesday October the seventh, 2009, was the date of my first visit to the Harold B. Lee Library (HBLL) this semester. Pretty good, I think, that I held out this long. I just had a test to cram for and I needed a quick place to study before I went to the Testing Center to take it.

(Even Brigham Young knows to stay the "HBLL" out!)

It really wasn't a bad experience. It was innocently quiet and I even sneaked a few grapes while I studied (food is regrettably not allowed in the library). However, I simply dislike what the library means to me. And what it means to me is this: other annoying and distracting people patronizing the library on the pretense of studying but really just going to pick up on chicks; being forced to barricade myself deep inside its chasms, well beyond cell phone reception, on late nights to study for exams or to work on big research projects; ear drum bustingly loud music they play starting at 11:45 pm on those nights when you desperately need those precious 15 minutes to finish something (e.g. a timed take-home test that is supposed to be finished in one sitting); a level of scholarship that I just don't measure up to; and quite frankly, the only books I have checked out of the library are because it was required for a research paper (let's face it, you can write a dang good research paper based purely on electronic resources!).

Although there are other very viable options for places to study, I will probably go back, albeit not regularly. What I realized last night after my experience with HBLL is the place that I really despise is the Testing Center. Poor Heber J. Grant. I can see at least some positives to having a large and respected library named after you; but, there are absolutely zero benefits for President Grant having a Testing Center as his namesake!

It Would Be Boss If I Had Floss

You know how half the time it's the Bishop's kid who is the biggest trouble-maker in the church? Just 'cause the dad has got it together doesn't mean the whole family does too.

And just like that, though I may be the son of a dental hygienist it doesn't mean I have my dental habits all figured out. This is my "Daniel the Younger" conversion story to Dental Floss...

(I know it's random, I just liked this picture)

Believe it or not, I didn't use my floss like I should. I always had a huge stock of the stuff because my mom gives it to us for free and I never used it more than once a week (sometimes it would be even longer than that -- gross, I know)! I guess I just didn't believe that it actually helped all that much. However, lately I've been on this flossing kick and my gingiva have never felt better! I'm flossing religiously once a day after I brush. And though it hurt the first few times, it's like my buddy Ralph Waldo Emerson says: "That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing itself is changed, but that our power to do is increased." (This is beginning to sound a little too much like a church talk, so I'm gonna switch gears).

My toothbrush and my floss have become a dynamic duo. It's kind of turned into a love affair. Like my toothbrush is singing to my floss:

I'm a movement by my self, Ooh
But I'm a Force when we're together.
Mami, I'm good all by myself,
But Baby you, you make me better!

How romantic!

So, to conclude my thought, I wanted to consult the...

Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn;
Tell us the lesson that we should learn.

And the moral of the story is (drum roll please):

You can have your cake AND eat it
when you practice good oral hygiene!