I just received my diploma in the mail today which means I have officially graduated from BYU. There is no going back. My first order of business is to frame it and hang it on my wall as a sign to all who enter that I have accomplished something no matter how little it means to the professional world. My second order of business is to dye my hair and style it into a mohawk, cite a source that doesn't exist, stop showering, have boys over until 12:30 AM on a TUESDAY, and grow out my beard. Take that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fkt1NrFAaTc

Getting to Know Me

It's not that I haven't realized it before but it has come into focus more often lately that I am really obnoxious. It's not in the way that you think, or maybe you do especially if I'm your sister or daughter. It's not in that really annoying ever present way where I interrupt constantly inserting my own stories, hysterical laughter, or animal noises, vulgar or non. Contrary to what others might think it's not even a insistent argumentative attitude aimed at everyone that has teeth (hillbillies and the British are excluded). It's selective and severe obnoxiousness. There are a few things I feel so strongly about that I have to voice my opinion despite my relationship with those with whom I am conversing. They are as follows:

• Harry Potter
• Vegetarianism*
• My abilities
• Women's Rights
• Anyone doing anything I don't like
• Certain racial or ethnic stereotypes
  

*Opinions strengthened due to recent reading of Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer

College Graduate

I have now finished my last day of school as an undergraduate at BYU. I'm done with the research papers, presentations, and endless amount of homework hanging over my head. I'm done with loud people in classes who think everything they're thinking in their head should be expressed out loud for the whole class to hear. I'm done with reading journal article after journal article. I'm done missing everything being taught in a class because I'm struggling so hard to stay awake. I'm done! 4 1/2 years and 9 semesters later. You can call me Sociologist Brinkerhoff. Now on to grad school...

I found this on mylifeisaverage.com.

"Today, I went to howmanyofme.com. There are 22 people in America named Tom Riddle. My first thought: there are 22 Voldemorts in America. We're doomed. Then I checked for how many people were named Harry Potter. There are 102. I immediately relaxed. 102 Harrys vs 22 Voldemorts - we're safe."

Birthday!

We went to a frozen yogurt place on my actual birthday.




























In these pictures we have more from the Danger party. We have some dangerous dancing, smoking, and dangerous food. For the food we got donuts because they are dangerous to your health, Diet Coke and Mentos, very hot salsa, wild mushrooms, parasite candy, pop rocks, windshield wiper fluid next to blue juice, peanuts and strawberries for those with allergies, and jalapenos. We also have on the table scissors that we used to run with. It was an awesome party!

Knife Fighting














Birthday cake!