roast beef, provolone, mustard, cucumbers, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, oil and vinegar on wheat

i have had four, yes FOUR, 6-inch subs in the last two days with exactly what the subject of this post says. one yesterday at 5pm, another one that was left over this morning at 11:30, another this afternoon at 4:30, and finally one after i got home from softball at 7:40. and do you know what i'm craving RIGHT NOW at 12:30am? yes, another one.
does anyone know where i can get such a sandwich at all times of the day? this is becoming dire.

travelling softballer

Larissa called sent me various emails this morning and had her friend call me a few times this morning while a was dead-to-the-world asleep, all to be able to play softball. So tonight I played hot corner. Do you know how happy this makes me? Last summer when I was contemplating going on the study abroad to Brazil, I was all stoked for the trip, and then I realized that I'd be missing Co-Ed Softball. It made me stop and contemplate what I really wanted to do. I obviously went to Brazil, but that's how much I love softball. Oh, and I got to play hot corner and be the 3rd base coach and I batted clean-up (which is actually sorta funny because I've never been a power hitter). Effulgent joy...
I also spent a good chunk of my afternoon with the nice travel ladies. They're so helpful. After spending who knows how long trying to fumble our way thru the Eurorail junk, Eva had the great idea for a rental car. I love driving, so I'm happy about this. We now get to control our own schedule instead of living and dying by the trains. I mean seriously, 12 hours from Santiago de Compostela to Bilbao??? It's because of the crazy train routes. We'd have to go from the extreme northwest of Spain to central Spain, only to have to hop up to Bilbao. Blech and double blech.
Now my goal is to convince Clark that we could go from Bilbao to Barça via southern France. It'd add only a couple of hours (if that) onto the trip and then I would have made it to southern France.

Random concoction

I really like to paint--not the artsy stuff, but the house painting stuff. Julie Rae and Brian have bought a condo in WJordan and Scottie and I went up to help them paint. I also really, really like applying the blue tape. I find it extremely satisfying.
Tomorrow I'm going to get two tickets to Lisbon. Clark and I are going on a whirlwind of Iberia. My excuse is the conference in Braga. Oh, Clark is my dad. I'll do my best at keeping you all updating, and perhaps slightly jealous, about my Iberian trip.
The weird music at the end of the FHE video posted a few days ago is by this quirky music group from Utah called SHAKE YOUR PEACE!. My friend MO gave me the crazy song Juss a Little Bit Mo.

The garden's going strong, I'm sure. But it hasn't done anything yet. Gardens teach patience.

Also, since posting 8:47 I have not woken up at 8:47.

Lunch at 1:45...am

Working on the thesis today for hours and hours, without moving that much meant that I had no desire to eat. Clearly instead of eating dinner tonight it was MUCH more important to watch the great Jazz game. By the time it was 12:30 in the morning I realized that I should probably go get something to eat.
Wendy's has this really funny guy who works nights at the drive-up window. I know this because I went thru a Frostie phase a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, he's great. He's always got a green bandanna under his Wendy's cap. He's a lot of fun. Kathy and I have enjoyed going to Wendy's and having him help us. Those of you that live around here (being Provo) should go to the Wendy's down the hill from the Y late one night. He really is funny.
And I don't think I'd dare wink at royalty--unless of course this is the princess in question.
And one last thing. Have you heard Mason Jennings? Dan introed me to him while we were in Brazil. I'm up to 10 hours of his music now. But the best news ever is his tour. Guess who will be here on the 2nd of June??!!!
Oh, I lied, there's one more thing. We planted a garden out back tonight under the tree at the corner of the parking lot. I'm really happy. G&K said that we could plant one if I behaved and went to a ward activity last week. I'll keep you all updated on the garden.

Good Night

I hate saying goodnight--in English--when talking to people. I don't know why. I actually recognized this aversion while on my mission in Brazil. I wouldn't saying "boa noite" to my companions before they'd drop off to sleep. I'd usually just say "tchau." I accept that this is weird. But I still don't say "good night" to my roommates now, or at least rarely, even if they're wishing me sweet dreams. And when I do say "good night" before they're off to bed, I feel all queasy inside. Now if people are leaving my apartment and I say a full sentence like, "Have a good night," this is okay, because it's buffered by other words. I think it might also have something to do with the lack of immediacy of sleep.
Go ahead. Psychoanalyze that.

The FHE vid that we've been working on for days

I'm sure this is only interesting to those of you involved in the video. I mean, who would care about this otherwise??

8:47am

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for at least the last three weeks I have woken up on my own at 8:47 and groggy. Since I don't have to be up until a little bit later I take a cat nap I look at my watch and think, "Wow. I'm weird."
Now that I've written about this, I think that it probably won't happen again.