tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22988499683538148402024-03-05T17:53:38.091-08:00The Thing To DoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-41876342380261621212013-12-31T19:06:00.000-08:002013-12-31T19:06:17.308-08:00The Soundtrack of my LifeWhen they make the movie of my life, every one of my love interests will be played by the same young Lesley Lawson look alike and every time I meet her the same Decemberist song will play. And each time she leaves me, I will be broken in new and unimaginable ways. And the cracks in my bones will fill with marrow and will be grow stronger and I will think "I will be ready next time". And she will come and I will love her in some new way, finding reason I had somehow overlooked before. Because my bones are stronger, and I love with my bones. I feel it in my joints and rib cage and shoulder blades. And she will leave, and break me worse then I knew was possible.<br />
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I listen to a few bands that no one I know listens to. I've shared a few songs here and there, but no one has really caught the magic.The Decemberists, obviously, is not one. (Who doesn't love the Decemberists?) But the Helio Sequence is. Do you listen to them? You should. Or not. I'll just keep them to myself.<br />
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In the moment that she was nearest to death, when she felt every inch of pain so distinctly, when she was so close to the other side that she could reach out and touch it, she was given a choice. Dive into the relief and let it take her, or to stay here. To live. The impression I got was that it was as clear a choice as "chicken or beef". As if someone stood before her and asked a question. Live or Die?<br />
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Today was my first day serving tables on my own. Some great friends and family stopped by to wish me luck and tip me well. I loved it even more than I knew I would. It was somber day for more reasons than you know, and even so, I felt a strong spirit that everything was OK in the world. Or at least that it would be. And sitting in the mingled silence of the train on the way home with a handful of strangers whose lives are full of problems and hopes of their own, sharing short smiling glances, I felt a little remnant of that togetherness that kept the world from falling apart twelve years ago. It was a beautiful kind of peace.<br />
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I have a new life since my last post. In my new life I don't blog much, but I sometimes have a pony tail and write poetry, and that's just as good. In my new life I serve tables in a Mexican restaurant and take the train to school. I like my new life a lot. So if I don't tell you often, I'll tell you clearly. Life is good.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-18371396249450752372013-04-23T12:04:00.000-07:002013-04-25T02:55:03.541-07:00Music You Can SeePop culture is not my thing. Growing up I didn't watch movies and I didn't listen the music on the radio. I never understood (and still don't) the celebrity jokes on Conan. It was a real problem. Remember the 90's when everyone was obsessed with Tom Cruise? Well I'm just getting there guys!<br />
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Landing in Hawaii was amazing. Half of the Honolulu airport is outdoors, and when you step out into open air for the first time, its quite indescribably. Maybe I was feeling something more from having survived the flight without anyone getting shanked or the plane running out of fuel. I was 50% sure we would just drop out of the sky.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-32453451083997507392013-03-29T01:48:00.003-07:002013-03-29T01:49:32.156-07:00Hello ThereIts 2:30 in the morning. I am sitting in the living room of my very cool but very lonely new apartment. It has been a year since I have blogged last. A whole year! Kids 4 years younger than me can buy cigarettes! And 2012 was awesome. It was the year I moved out. The year I visited my mission. The year I bought my first car. The year I started rock climbing. The year I learned to play guitar. The year I joined a gym. The year I quite the gym.<br />
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But there is still hope for 2013. It's already been eventful. I started school (and I question that decision every day). I moved to a nice house with a few friends but much to far from my other friends. I bought a dog. His name is Abe. He likes cheese and warm laundry.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-15161118918508916512012-01-02T20:49:00.001-08:002013-03-29T01:27:46.643-07:00"Let's turn out all of the lights and tell ghost stories."<div>
Its 9:00 at night. I am at the Gas-N-Go. It is slower than I have ever seen it, my co-workers have all left me, and I am blogging from my phone. My phone! How crazy is that? 2012 man... 2012. Kids 3 years younger than me can buy cigarettes now.<br />
Last night I had a dream that I threw all of my belongings into a fire. While I watched them burn I realized there were things in the fire that I still wanted, so I frantically tried to rescue them. It was a real revelation. I have no clue what it means, but it really moved me. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-60680430430925218392011-12-26T14:47:00.000-08:002013-03-29T01:10:50.758-07:00A StoneI'm restarting. I am going to build up my music library from the ground up. Its my New Years resolution I guess. But I started today. I am tech-savvy now that Christmas has come, and armed with my new 4G phone and a Kindle Fire, I am going to Amazon-Cloud the hell out of 2012!<br />
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It started with a kidnapping, went to shotgun shooting, back home for a dinner of Stake and potatoes and ended with a manly movie, Clash of the Titans. And she loved the tool box we got her.<br />
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James Bond dance party, IHOP, and Dimond Fork hot pots on an empty tank of gas. It was an awesome night. we hiked up the pots with our swimsuits on, and I was wearing flip flops. I stubbed my toe 8 times. As we were leaving the hot pots it started to snow that kind of thick, slow snow that makes the world seem real quiet and not so big. So we wrapped our towels around us tight and reminisced all the way back to the car. It was an awesome end to the night. We didn't get home till 6am. Now THATS a bachelor party.<br />
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I think I'm getting real good at throwing them. I bet all my friends will choose me as their Best men. Heck, I'm gonna choose myself!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-27809313540731306432011-10-19T01:36:00.000-07:002011-10-19T11:40:36.970-07:00ClosingI 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!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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)<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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Tonight was pretty great though.<br />
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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.<br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-31390018924746581062011-09-13T10:32:00.000-07:002011-10-19T11:26:30.452-07:00The Madness Ends NowI have been hired as my mothers maid. For 2 hours a day and 3 days a week, I clean the house and keep it spotless, and my mom pays me. It's the most degrading job... and I'm just desperate enough to take it! But today is my first day (and I really should be cleaning now instead of blogging in my underwear) and I am finding that most of the messes in the house are caused by dogs...<br />
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I have 4 dogs living in my house. 4 dogs! Not by choice, but by circumstance. And those dogs are taking control and need to be stopped!<br />
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Don't get me wrong. My family loves dogs. But we love one dog at a time... With 4 dogs we are turning into THAT kind of family. The dogs run the world. They do want they want, and we clean up the mess. Dirty floors, knocked over garbage cans, little "presents" on the rug. And there is dog hair everywhere! On every fabric surface! And it sickens me.<br />
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This has never been a problem before. We let our dogs on the couch with us and it didn't matter because our dog, the Australian Shepherd, and the 2 past dogs we have had like her, do not shed. But that's not the case with some of the dogs we have now... Well, I actually think its just Vincent, the welsh corgi, but I'm not gonna discriminate. <br />
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I don't want us to be the family that has to apologize for the dog fur after you sit on their couch and keep a lint roller handy. We are not that family.<br />
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So it ends here.<br />
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I'm taking back our couches. No dogs allowed on the couches. And that means war...<br />
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#1. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Name:</span> Autumn (bottom) (F) <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Age:</span></span> 1 <span style="font-size: x-small;">Height:</span> 2'3" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Weight:</span> 50lbs <span style="font-size: x-small;">Breed:</span> Australian Shepherd <span style="font-size: x-small;">Bio:</span> Leader, owns the house, has lived here longest.<br />
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#2. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Name:</span> Vincent (Vinny) (M) <span style="font-size: x-small;">Age:</span> 2 1/2 <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Height: </span>1'0" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Weight:</span> 10lbs <span style="font-size: x-small;">Breed:</span> Welsh Corgi <span style="font-size: x-small;">Bio:</span> Sneakier than his farts and twice as cute.<br />
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#3. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Name:</span> Jack (Jack-o; Sir Stinky-cheeks) (?) <span style="font-size: x-small;">Age:</span> 4 <span style="font-size: x-small;">Height:</span> 0'5" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Weight:</span> 6lbs <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Breed:</span> Mutt <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Bio:</span> definition of "small-dog-syndrome"<br />
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#4. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Name:</span> Rue (F) <span style="font-size: x-small;">Age:</span> 1 <span style="font-size: x-small;">Height:</span> 4'6" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Weight:</span> 360lbs <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Breed:</span> Great Dane <span style="font-size: x-small;">Bio:</span> Skittish, dumb as they come. Cannot be photographed in one shot.<br />
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I will keep a documentation of all the goings-on of the 'War on Dog-fur' here on this post and on my twitter account which can be found on the sidebar. Check back each day to hear how things are going and to show your support. They must be stopped!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 1: </span>Needed to catch a dog in the act so that I could make an example of them. Gathered all the dogs together, which is hard because Jack and Vincent don't like to be in the same room together. They were all in the living room, but none were on the couch. I decided to lure Autumn, their leader, on the couch. When she got up, I promptly knocked her back down and made a big scene about it. All dogs were silent... I think they got the message.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 2:</span> Retaliation started with Jack pooping on the carpet. As punishment I locked him in a room with Vincent for an hour. Continued to show dominance by stomping in front of them when they least expect and spasmodically waving my hands in their face; Striking them with both fear and confusion.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 5: </span>The dogs cower and jump off every time I catch them on the couch, but they still get back up when I am gone. I am enlisting the help of every family member living at home. I cant do this alone. <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Side note: </span></b>I cant have the dogs hating me. I am making a dangerous enemies... It might be time to rethink my tactics.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 8: </span>Those who fear you will obey you, but those who love you will seek to please you... I'm gonna need a BIG-A** bag of dog treats!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 21: <span style="font-size: small;">Stuck a bag of cereal on Vincents head today so he could eat the leftovers. He couldn't get it off and kept falling over. I couldn't stop laughing. When I finally took it off, he wouldn't stop following me around. I was his hero. I've got him eating right out of my bag.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 37:</span> Mom bought new couches and the dogs don't like them as much....</span></span><br />
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Thanks to KiDMACHINE..<br />
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The show was awesome. The beats were sick and the chicks were undead. At some point the back door was opened and it was poring rain. Everyone ran out to dance and splash in the puddles. Then we all came back in and danced even harder. Right when the show ended, lightning struck the block and all the power went out. No better way to end a zombie dance!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-65905542437231489002011-08-27T11:31:00.000-07:002011-09-08T00:10:29.935-07:00Less Talk, More Arms, More LegsI have a lot of things to blog about that I haven't made time for. I will get on that.<br />
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But today I went out early to go get applications for jobs. I on a whim pulled out the scratched and unlabled CD from the bottom of my dresser drawer. It has been there since I've been home and I didnt know who's or what it was. Just thought it would be fun to find out today.<br />
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Well turns out it was this great upbeat indie CD that I have never heard before. I love it. I dont even know who the guy is, but he's great!<br />
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I was so happy and excited, so when I went to ask for applications I think I made a good impression. This really cute girl at Blue Lemon loved me! All because of that CD! That, and the fact that I look really good today. I forgot to get her name though..<br />
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The CD was so fun, and it just felt so good out and driving around that I decided to go to AF and look for jobs there too, so I could listen to more of the CD.<br />
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Well, that plan was foiled when I got halfway there and realized how low the gas tank was.. but it bought me and extra 3 songs in the car.<br />
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Now Im gonna go fill out the application from Blue Lemon so I can go back and get that girls name.<br />
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Its just a good day.<br />
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UPDATE: It was the new album by Matt Pond PA! The Dark Leaves. I never listed to him, unless I was with my bro. That's why I didn't recognize it. But he is my new favorite.<br />
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And I never did see that girl again. I guess I'll just have to get the job If I wanna marry her.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-10848072107186336322011-08-10T12:43:00.000-07:002013-03-29T01:19:58.351-07:00Blind PilotMy brothers, my dad and I all share similar taste in music. It is really fun to tap their brains for new music and share with them what I find. I found this band about 3 years ago. It is the first band I found that my brother Adam has really loved. Their first CD is amazing! And they will be releasing their second soon, and I am drooling as I listen to these clips from it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-3504539404935452642011-08-07T09:41:00.000-07:002013-03-29T01:19:22.665-07:00Single SaturdayLast week there was this mysterious carnival that came to town. They had rides and Carni games and everything. But nobody knew what it was for. It wasn't advertised, and the one night I went to check it out, it was deserted. Lights on, rides going, music playing... But no one was there.. It was really creepy. I felt like I was in a Goosebumps episode. Then, the next day, it was gone.. Just disapeared like it was never there.. So odd.<br />
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Well, turns out it was supposed to be a part of the "Highland Fling". I guess they were trying something new this year. I don't think they got the reception they were looking for.. Unless "Abandoned Carnival horror show" was what they were going for. In that case.. Smashing success!<br />
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Regardless, I doubt if they will try it again next year. They probably lost a ton of money.<br />
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Luckily, the Highland Fling itself was wonderful. It might just be the nostalgia, but I LOVE the Fling. We got there early enough to catch the end of a magic show. They guy was crazy! He was old and more of comedian than magician. Then we grabbed a blanket and picked a spot as close to the fireworks as we could get. Me, Sam, Kimmie, Michael Tom and his fiance Hailey. Kim was freaking out because it is her last week as 'single'. But she was loving it, trying to convince everyone to dance with her. She kept saying "This is the best day of my life!" and "Single Saturday!" and "I'm so happy right now!" all night long. <br />
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Sam asked this lady behind us to take a picture of us. You woulda thought he had asked her to wipe his butt by the way she reacted. I have never seen someone so disgusted to take a picture. He asked her like 3 times before she even responded.. Then she just sighed and stood up, took the camera and took the picture without saying a word. What a buzz kill.. We just tried to take pictures of ourselves the rest of the night.<br />
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Such a ridiculous night. I feel like the Highland Fling always ends up with some punk kids mocking us for being dorks, and then us mocking them mocking us. Too funny! Cracks me up. We are out of control.<br />
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Afterwards, everyone came over to my house to watch Clash of the Titans and eat doughnuts. It was a good night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-44347164725278620442011-08-03T11:11:00.000-07:002013-03-29T01:19:09.245-07:001 man, 12 chicken wings, 30 minutes.The Wing Challenge at Wing Shack. When I first heard of it, I have to be honest, it sounded easy. Even if it was their spiciest sauce. I love food and I love it spicy. Should be good right?<br />
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So Sam, Casey, Nate, Danny and I all head on over to the wing shack. I just wanted to play it cool, like I just was there for a meal. But everyone was trying hard to make it a big deal.. I walked up to the front of the store and, trying to look very bored, said, "Yeah... I'll get the wing challenge?" to which the cashier responds excitedly "The wing challenge!" completely blowing my nonchalance.<br />
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As the food was cooking I started to get a bit nervous.. I had just spent the last few days telling everyone how easily I would be able to do this.. But what if I failed? No living it down.<br />
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Soon the guy comes out with our orders and sets the food in front of me. The fumes from the sauce stung my eyes... but it wasn't the spiciness that worried me. Casey said his stomach simply couldn't hold the food. But wings aren't very big.<br />
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Well, turns out there is a bit more to it. You cant have any drink, you cant dip them in any other sauces, and you gotta down it in 30 min. Also.. a bit of false advertising going on. These are no chicken wings. These are big chicken strips! Whatever. No backing down.<br />
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The worker tells me the rules and says, just tell me when your ready and I'll start the timer. Without even looking up I said "I'm ready now" and picked up the first strip with my fingers and started eating.<br />
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I got the first 8 down and had 16 minutes left.. But boy.. It was killing me. The chicken was right out of the oven hot and it wasn't the sauce that was burning my mouth. At this point it felt like a gross warm pit in my stomach, heavy as a rock. I began to just chew the damned things in huge bite and force it to the back of my throat with my tongue and let my reflexes do the rest, trying the whole time to taste it as little as possible. My mouth was so bored of the flavor that my body wanted to reject it.<br />
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Every once in a while the guys would give words of encouragement or ask me how I was doing. I would just shrug it off and say "fine" and then change the subject. I didn't want to dwell on it. Mind over matter. Those last four where really getting to me.<br />
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I took the whole thing in my mouth and started mindlessly chewing and swallowing, even though my belly wanted nothing to do with it. But it does what I say, so it took the abuse.<br />
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Victory! And not a moment too soon.<br />
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In case your wondering what I got for nearly killing myself with chicken; a $10 gift certificate, a tee shirt, and my picture on the Wing Shack wall of fame.<br />
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I also got a burning food baby trying to rip its was out of me. Over 24 hours later and I am still dealing with the aftermath. Sick all last night and this morning, and just a few minutes ago it came back. Right when I started describing the events..<br />
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I may never want another chicken wing in my life, and I probably did permanent damage to the inner wall of my intestines..<br />
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...Totally worth it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-64494745642052777102011-08-01T11:39:00.000-07:002013-03-29T01:15:10.477-07:00Here we go AgainDo you know these guys?<br />
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Well they used to be these guys.<br />
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See that guy second from the left? That is my brother Michael. Neon Trees used to play privet shows in my home and record songs in my basement when my brother was part of the band. He and his two friends left the band after a fall out and the remaining members, Chris and Tyler, moved to California and picked up that new bass player and the chick on the drums.<br />
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A few month before I left on my mission I heard that they signed a record deal.<br />
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About a year into my mission my family told me how popular they were becoming. Then I started hearing their stuff on the radio when we would be in stores and restaurants... Do you know how weird that was? To hear my bros old band all over the place in Canada!? So WEIRD! My worlds were colliding!<br />
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Their style has really changed... Personally I think they sold out for a more universal sound. But whatever. I'm not trying to be a hater, I just really like there old stuff better. The stuff they played in my basement. Songs like "phones" "modern romantics" and the Original "1983"<br />
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<a href="http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/sister+stereo">This</a> was one of their bests.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-6775707596772809492011-08-01T10:46:00.000-07:002013-03-29T01:13:16.266-07:00Sensitive, Its TrueI've fallen back in love with Canadian, lesbian, indie rock duo 'Tegan and Sara'. With that many controversial adverbs you know their good.<br />
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I like em twice as much now that I know they are from Canada.<br />
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A new CD of theirs came out a while ago. I'm loving this song and learning the dance moves.<br />
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So good. I have yet to listen to the whole album because I put this song on repeat. Love it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-66901988954283540792011-07-31T00:42:00.000-07:002011-09-08T00:09:32.593-07:00The "Muffcake"Near the end of my mission I heard rumors about myself being labeled a "muffcake". I had never heard the word before, but they were using it in terms of someone who is overly flirtatious with girls; In this case, the sister missionaries.<br />
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Fist off, I would like to say that Urban Dictionary's definition of muffcake is completely different and disturbing, so I think they were using it wrong...<br />
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Secondly, I felt like I had a good friendship with some of the sisters and never set out to flirt with anyone. But since I didn't (a) hate/make fun of them or (b) avoid them, It sure looked like flirting to the them...<br />
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Well, I just shrugged it off, only slightly bugged that high school seemed to have followed me into the mission field, and continued on. <br />
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Well, today I met up with two of those sisters from my mission and went hiking.<br />
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It was the first time any of us had been hiking in almost 2 years. We originally planed to hike to Timp cave, but the wait was outrageous. So we headed up to silver lake instead. <br />
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We had a good time, and they are both just as fun back home as they were before. The entire trip I tried to communicate without using their names because every time I did it either came out "Sister..." or just felt very awkward. Aubrianne said it felt like we were kids playing a game and giving each other fake names. So true. So fake. So awkward. <br />
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Still, nothing is happening between any of us and no flirting was involved. I don't think any of us are looking for that right now anyway. Still kinda weird just hanging out with girls.. But I am considering sending the photos to a few Elders in the mission right now and just letting the rumors fly. Gotta keep my legend fresh somehow.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-61002522581092223872011-05-25T09:36:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.784-07:00Judgment DayThere is this couple next to me that is drunk/fighting as they use the computers.. They are on opposite sides of the table and he keeps yelling for her to come over and look at something, and she keeps coming, and then he tells her to get away from him.. in very vulgar terms... and she just takes it and goes back to her computer. I would so dump him. In fact, I would probably poor some hot liquid on him and then dump him. Then I would break a window in his car... (but he probably dosent have one).<br /> <br />But she wont. She will probably take it all her life and they will have 4 beautifully miserable kids together and he will be a jerk his whole life and she will do nothing. And then "monkey see monkey do" and the cycle will continue... It is so sad. I hate having to be around this all the time. PA is so ghetto and gross. Dont get me wrong. I love it here. So many people willing to listen. but it is such a miserable little city.<br /><br />I cant tell you how much missionaries (not from Utah) will make fun of Utah. And I know its not perfect, but I love my happy little vally, and I defend it to the end. I believe it is better than the alternative. This couple is a model of like 30-40% of the relationships up here in PA. It is so disturbing I want to barf. <br /><br />We were watching mormon messages the other day. We watched one about this civility experiment. It was very good. This homeless man they interview says some very profound things. He talks about how, he believes, there are more ways to do good in this world than to do bad. But its up to us to make the choice. He also says that the majority of people are mostly good. Its hard to believe it, but I do.<br /> <br />That drunk guy just left and, in a loud whisper, ever so "slyly" told his girlfriend that he will go get them a "hit" and they will meet in the van in a few minutes...<br /> <br />And just as I finished that paragraph.. What great timing.<br /><br />Pray that the second coming holds off until PA is more ready for it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-71078149725655888932011-05-16T11:32:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.791-07:0015 MinutesI played my song in Ward conference. I told everyone that I couldnt read music and the rumors started flying about how I had never had a piano lesson in my life and that I play by ear and that I wrote the song... I just let it happen. No harm in it.<br /> <br />Then this one guy visiting from Alberta gets up after church and starts playing the piano all professional like. He was trying to show me up. It was obvious that he was better than me and didnt like all these rumors of my excellence. I messed up like 3 times on my simple song, and he had probably been playing for like 10 years, But no one even payed attention to him. everyone kept coming up to me and asking me what song it was and where I got the composition and I just told them I arranged it myself and let the rumors fly.<br /> <br />Do I feel bad? Not really. I am mediocre at a lot of things, but not 'really good' at anything. I believe they say, "jack of all trades, master of none". But for that day I was a legend, and loving it.<br /> <br />So play on, little punk from Alberta. No ones listening. Your just making a turd of yourself, and not being very classy, I would say. And this is Saskatchewan, redneck capital of Canada, and we dont like your high and mighty type around here.<br /> <br />Put that in your nerd and smoke it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-7233446517426437062011-05-02T11:28:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.792-07:00SquozeAlso, I was just told this week, for the first time in my 21 year old life, the Squoze is not a word... I have always said squoze as the past tense of squeeze... how has no one caught that and corrected me!? I feel like a retard!<br /> <br />Elder Turner sure thinks I am.<br /> <br />We determined that I must have made some connection with the word 'freeze', which is 'froze' is past tense... freeze froze squeeze squoze...<br /> <br />I have also realized that I use the word squozen on occasion..<br /> <br />Thanks for nothing public EducationAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-85869180357776473462011-05-02T11:20:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.803-07:00Neither of us Can Believe It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNP6amQd-tHHoeDoTMjSetGeLToQhuB5uMWViVxS9isfmfhQszO-n9sAICq7NPlB1gGOVAP4HTFL1Em-0u6cExW8riRSwa3utb9EI6TpzYrpdLUaaFV8dhyphenhyphenI3no1bc7Aoxu1B_14XBb8Cw/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNP6amQd-tHHoeDoTMjSetGeLToQhuB5uMWViVxS9isfmfhQszO-n9sAICq7NPlB1gGOVAP4HTFL1Em-0u6cExW8riRSwa3utb9EI6TpzYrpdLUaaFV8dhyphenhyphenI3no1bc7Aoxu1B_14XBb8Cw/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607382279938481474" /></a><br />On Friday I picked up Elder Turner headed back up to PA. Elder Turner is from Japan. He lived there 8 years and moved to the States. He is from Las Vegas now. He is not Japanese. He just was at one point.<br /> <br />We have been getting along really well. But some eerie junk is going on.. Someone told him before he got with me, that he would enjoy it because we are so similar. But he didnt really believe it.. But since he has been here we have discovered that we have the same body wash and scrubber (which did NOT come in a set) we use the same batteries, watch all the same shows, are the same height, have the same shoe shine kit, are both known mission wide for keeping the apartment clean, and we both always sleep with the wall to our right... I mean, sleeping with the wall to your right!? Come on! I always thought I was weird for doing that..<br /> <br />He is not shy at all, which is a big change from the last 6 months of companions I have had. He talks during lessons! I dont even have to stare at him for 40 seconds! Its great!<br /> <br />I'll miss the Mann, but Turner and I are also getting along great.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-48764817494519888322011-04-13T09:57:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.774-07:00Pres Monson does his thing<div></div> <div>He starts by telling us that there are 3 new temples in the works! Great! First in Colorado. Second in Idaho... Well. Ill just let you watch this. he tells it better.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=879715777001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Flds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Fwatch%2F2011%2F04%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D879715777001%26cid%3D3&playerID=66819209001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAD5C7cik~,NkEKrBzbuXL1RD1uYGY2x0Vcg3Yr-Utp&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=879715777001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Flds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Fwatch%2F2011%2F04%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D879715777001%26cid%3D3&playerID=66819209001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAD5C7cik~,NkEKrBzbuXL1RD1uYGY2x0Vcg3Yr-Utp&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...The 3rd.. in Canada. In Manitoba. In Winnipeg... In this mission!!!<br /><br />I couldnt contain myself! I wanted to jump up and down or clap or yell or something! Everyone one in the chapel (like 4 people) was shocked and mildly happy. But to them it was just another temple in Canada. For me, it was a Temple in Canada! And in Winnipeg of all places! My Mission! A temple for MY people! I was so happy for my fellow saints in Winnipeg. I was so happy. It made me feel like I had accomplished something! I was buzzed. What a great way to start off conference.<br /><br />The rest was also good.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298849968353814840.post-51896565586680540442011-03-14T14:32:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:50:16.776-07:00Patience is great<div><strong>She is sometimes hard to understand, but she is great. She said the closing prayer last time, and she had her son bring her a blanket to cover her head, and she sang a song first and then said this LONG and FAST prayer in her native laguage. it was wonderful. I wish we prayed like that. She wants to come to church, but wants to wait till she gets a Job so she can use the excuse of work to sneak to our church... oh boy.. She is hilarious. I hope we dont get her in trouble with the JW's. Or get ourselves in trouble with them.. </strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong>All I know it that if things get rough, at least I can get blood transfusions...</strong></div><div><strong><br /></strong></div><div><strong> </strong><strong>The church is true. And Patience says that if it is true we have to do everything we can to go to it. even if it means cutting off our finger.... again.. she is great.</strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293noreply@blogger.com0