Sunday

Oh man, Sundays are PRETTY awesome. It's like, here you go, have a day where you can just sit around all day, grab some food, take a nap, whatever! I mean, just think of the possibilities! Or, rather, the lack thereof :)

Today was rather interesting due to the fact that a couple weeks ago, I was called to teach in one of my church meetings, to a group heavily concentrated with middle aged men who were say, mid 40's. Well, today was my first day on the "job". It was a lesson on talents, which I somehow pulled out the night before. In hindsight, considering my lack of teaching experience, I don't believe that it was truly the best idea to prolong my lesson preparation :p after a couple of hours late last night and a few more from sleeping, I was, at last, inspired to work on what I should talk about for an hour.

Needless to say, I did better than I imagined I would. It's like, once I started talking, it was like I was performing; I wasn't nervous at all, and I believe the spirit helped loosen my tongue a little bit. When I say I felt like I was performing, I mean it was similar to playing guitar in front of people. I felt confident in what my goal was, and I was strong in my delivery. The lesson went VERY smoothly (many thanks to certain individuals that love to share in class, now I know how teachers feel when no one raises their hands), and at 11:55 I cut it. I felt proud of my work, although I really should have spent more time preparing.

Tonight, my girlfriend came over for a visit :) it wasn't too long, she had to work until about nine that evening, so it was sweet, although short! When she had to leave though, I gave her a kiss goodnight, and she sat down in her car and just looked at me. For what literally was ten minutes, she didn't talk. She was determined not to give me the satisfaction of hearing her voice for some reason. I was slightly frustrated, eventually giving up on what she was trying to tell me, for she was trying to communicate with hand signals. I'll admit, some of them I guessed wrong to just play dumb, but I wanted her to feel some of the "ughhhh why?" feeling that I was continuing to be tormented with.

Although it was frustrating, and I couldn't do anything to commune with her, I couldn't help but realize during every bit of those silent ten minutes she gave me just how beautiful those eyes are. I somewhat understand now when people say that you can tell who a person is just by staring into their eyes. I saw innocence, joy, playfulness, laughter, longing, thoughtfulness, love, and experimentation all inside those perfect brown eyes. It's in those moments when you think to yourself, "Man, I really don't want to lose her."

The thing is, I have those moments every single day of my life.

First Post! Huzzah!

Hey world, first post here. It's 2:15 AM here in Utah, and I figured I might as well join the blogging community. I believe the best thing about having a blog is being able to post things that may not be something that you would say or do just in your normal, everyday life. There is truly something to be said about the power of the mind. The nice thing is, blogs have no limits, no degration of opinion, no judgementality of personality. I feel so free now. I mean, I could say things that have no grammatical sense whatsoever. I could say yoyo eat lizard fat palsy and get away with it! No, wait, I just did! :)

Anyway, I'm Dane Peterson. Nice to meet you. I'm 6'5, 205, and I like a good meal every now and again. But not too much, because I don't like feeling bloated. Too much information? I'm sorry. I enjoy playing the guitar, electric or acoustic, it doesn't really matter. I just like to play good music, and I'm pretty willing to accept the normally unnacceptable. Honestly, who are we to judge one another's taste in music? Hmmm... that's a tangent for another time. I've just graduated high school this last June, and it's a bittersweet feeling. I'm going to miss all those people I've loved, along with those who I really haven't cared for (as much as I don't like to say it).

Now for the juicy stuff. I am in a relationship right now, and I'm hoping for that to last for eternity. I'll keep her name hidden, because she probably wouldn't appreciate me flaunting her to the world. Yes, I am LDS. Expect a few lectures from that subject as well. :) What I can't understand is how there are so many haters in the world. No matter what you do, you are looked down upon from some other person. I try not to think of it that way, but it happens so often that it's hard to ignore. However, I digress.

In my life, there's so much to love and care about. I love my friends, I love my family, heck, I even love my JOB! I love playing my guitar when I get bored, I love playing guitar when I'm not bored, I love going to church, I love a good club sandwich, I love sleeping outside in a tent, listening to the crickets do their thing, I love everything that I'm blessed with, and I'm so grateful to have the things that I have gracing my life every moment of my existence.

I've heard people refer to me as the "strong silent type". Do I think I am? Maybe, I mean, I can see how people would see it that way. However, what people don't seem to understand is who I am underneath all of that white, farmer-tanned skin. I may seem strong, but I know how to be true, both to myself and my beliefs. This is who I am.