I just got off work at me new job. My new job at the Gas-and-Go. The same Gas-and-Go my brother works at. It was the 6-12 shift. The same 6-12 shift that my brother worked today. It was awesome!

Just me and him (basically) for 6 hours. 6 hours of playing "boy or girl?" in the BUSTED magazine, hoping we would see someone we knew. 6 hours of jamming out to Tegan and Sara and The Devil Whale. 6 hours of quoting 30 Rock and making fun of Asians. And work too.. we did that too.

His almost Fiance Cali came in and brought us (him) some pizza. That's when I decided I really need a girlfriend. Someone who would want to come visit me on late night shifts, and I could do the same. Someone who will make fun of Adam like Cali makes fun of me.

At the end of the night, we walked out into the parking lot after locking up, Adam yelled "See you at home roomie!" and we raced back to highland, back to the bedroom that we share. Back to our bunk beds (I've got top bunk) to end the night by watching a few episodes Arrested Development, where I sit right now typing this on his laptop. We just do everything together now. It's hard to think that 5 years ago we couldn't stand each other.

But soon he will start work at his new fancy DHI job. Soon he will get married and move out and I will be stuck at Gas-and-Go with the trailer park people trying to use their food stamps to buy cigarettes and booze. Alone. No one to discuss Ben Kweller with. No one to help me find celebrity look alikes in the mug shot magazine and almost pee themselves when the ugliest guy on the page has the same name as me. (It was the first guy I've ever seen that spells it the same as me too)

I have this fantasy that me and him never get married just stay in this house long enough to either kick mom and dad out, or just outlive them. The thing is, mom will live til shes 112 and I know that Adam would walk around naked. But still, it would be pretty dang fun.

So, life's gonna move on. And that's ok. Cali is a pretty cool addition to the family and I haven't had my own room in 2 1/2 years. Things will work out alright

Tonight was pretty great though.

(Pretty sure that's Adam and Taylor.. but it fits our relationship better)


So my computer wont recognize anything plugged into the SD slot or the USB, so I cant upload pictures. Every time I get on here to make a post, I remember that and just give up.. Its been a real problem. I have really been slacking off lately. I will get that looked at and add picture later.

Saturday night (was a disaster) I got a call from my amazing friend Stacy and she told me she had a extra ticket for conference the next morning. I had never been before, so of course I said yes. And then next day Stacy, Sam and I were on our way to Salt Lake.

I loved walking through the City on a Sunday morning. Trying to beat the crowd of well dressed people who were all heading for the same building. I expected to see a lot of protesters, something I was actually excited about. But besides the under-dressed preacher telling me I didn't need a Prophet, I saw more signs saying "Need Conference Tickets" than "We already have a Bible". I realize these guys really wanna go to conference.. But too little to late? If you wanna go that badly talk to your stake president about it and go in 6 months. I just seemed really pathetic. I am happy watching conference from my home... but that was before I walked into the conference center..

We didn't bother walking through Temple square, where all the protester are. We headed straight for the Conference building. It was awesome. So many people lined up, smiling pretty, taking pictures. There was just a buzz of excitement in the air! I wanted so bad to get the ensign photographers attention. It was secretly my goal from the moment I said I would come. So as we waited in line, taking pictures of ourselves, I tried to look as photogenic as possible.


When we got inside everything looked so amazing in person! The organ and Mo-Tab, the pulpit, the GA seating, the crowd! Being inside the building I had been watching on TV for years was a strange experience. I was loving it.

Before it started Sam leaned over to me and said "I'm gonna need your suit coat." He wanted to give them to the cute girl next to him and her friend, who looked very cold. They loved it, and him, and they exchanged conversation a few times throughout the session. He got her Facebook. Like a boss.

After my nap during 'Music and the Spoken word', it got even better. The talks were awesome. And when the prophet finally spoke, I kept looking from the big TV screen to him to the screen to him and I couldn't stop smiling.

I now realize why those guys wanted to come so bad. And if I cant get tickets again, maybe I'll join em next year. But probably not. I still think its kinda lame.

As we left, there were lots of people with new signs asking for money and stuff. Maybe the reason they don't have jobs and the reason they couldn't wake up on time to catch me on my way in are the same..

That whole day I couldn't shake the excitement, and later that night I got to see all my old mission friends at the CWM Reunion. I felt great, made some funny jokes and everyone remembered I was even cooler than they remembered. Such an awesome day. I wish I could go to conference every day.

I love Conference
I love the Prophet
I love being a Latter-Day Saint