Woops. I was going to write "The Dangers of Writing" but then I almost fell off the exercise ball we use as a chair and accidentally pressed enter.

I was going to write about a short story I'm working on, but I've decided to comment on my weekend instead.

The roommates and I hit up the Holi Festival of Colors on Saturday, like everyone else who's at BYU. Apparently the Hindu temple in Spanish Fork does this every year, and it's one of the biggest celebrations of its kind (Yes! One sentence, two correct uses of it with an s!). Basically, it's thousands of white kids who don't even know what Hare Krishna means chanting it at the top of their lungs and throwing colored powder in the air. It's rather enjoyable.

Well, I'm going to cut this short since I need to get working on some Arabic. Goodness knows I could use a little discipline when it comes to "homework time."