Another Day, Another Day Gone

Mood:Hellogoodbye (even though I can´t listen to it)

Things needed for a wealthy country (according to my observations):

1. Good Education
2. Good Transportation
3. Good Sanitation

Blog: Its day five in Bolivia, I think I have 12 days left. Not that Bolivia isn´t great, but I like my creature comforts, and fluency in the English language. I did fast offerings (a tithe done on fast sunday) with the young men in my Bolivian ward (or branch I´m not sure), and it was way cooler than normal because I got to talk to my partners (in spanish) about life in Bolivia and life in the States. Minimum wage in Bolivia is 1.25 bs (13 cents) and when I told them I make 6 dollars an hour, they were floored. It takes them an entire day of work (six hours) to get one dollar. The thought it was funny how things are more expensive in the U.S., especially haircuts and ice cream. They almost died when I told them a movie ticket is 7.75 USD (somewhere around 50bs), because here an evening showing is 25 bs (4 USD).

Last night Sam, Ben and I were approached by some Bolivian stoners who asked us if we wanted some pot, it was actually kind of funny. I also finished one of my two books for English summer reading. It was the book that we could choose, and I chose Angela´s Ashes. Although I primarily chose it because it said objectionable content and language in parenthesis next to it on my sheet, I really enjoyed it. My mom had read it before and she really like it. It´s sad, funny, disturbing, and thought provoking all at the same time. The only part I found that would fit under the objectionable content was near the last 50 pages or so. But it was a sweet book. Highly recomend it.

I think I´m starting to spend to much time with Sam, and I´m starting to lose my mind. He´s a cool friend and all, but spending everyday with him is starting to kill me. If this is missionary prep, I´m probably going to fail. Him and his brother say they have a higher form of humour than me, but think its funny everytime they say my fingers are long. I think its funny, but five days straight and at least once an hour is going to put me in the insane asylum.

I hate to admit it , but I am getting a little homesick.

Real Bolivians (they´re just like me)

Mood: Anything that doesn´t remind me how Sam and Ben schooled me last night.

Wanted: Una Cholita Profesional
Requiremets:

• Andean Woman
• Little or no education
• Must looked aged and ragged
• May be anywhere between 30-80
• Missing teeth prefered
• Must wear clothing:A bowler hat, poofy skirt, various european/indigenous clothing (warning, you may look round)
• Must be willing to sit on the sidewalk and sell candy/food/trinkets/clothing for 12 hours a day with little pay.
• Must speak both spanish and one indigenous dialect
• Must have a young child

Blog: Yesterday Sam´s man bag got slit, and he lost about 20 bs., it was funny to me. We also ate at this awesome restaurant called Dumbo, an upscale Bolivian restaurant with delicious food, delicious cake, and really good ice cream. It was the first restaurant i´ve gone to where the ice cream was ¨safe¨ (not contaminated with Bolivian water). That made me very happy, and I ordered some ice cream (which was delicious). I want to go back and get one of their ice cream dishes (which are a meal in and of themselves).

Last night I got schooled by Sam and his younger brother Ben. I got worked pretty bad, and nothing was sacred (especially my fingers, and my love life). I got Sam sometimes, and Ben is just too weird to make fun of. Of course, the final score was like 500 to 3 (in their favor).

Then I was put through the pain of playing the stupidest card game ever, Mao. ¡Oh no! I said something bad about the game, so penalize me. Why can´t you just tell people the rules? Its retarded. Everytime I´m forced to play there is some new rule I´ve been following, but who knows... Of course the worst part is when the first game ends and the winner gets to make up a rule without telling anyone, its absolutlely horrid. Then when I make up a rule, its against the rules, even though I won. ¿Whats up with that? So what if I want to make everyone say that I´m the best, I think its fine, but there is some stupid rule that Mao is the best, and your not allowed to say Mao, so penalize me twice. Mao Mao Mao Mao Mao. Then I make up a rule where everyone has to say that I´m the second best right below ¨Our Great Leader¨(because you can´t say Mao), and then I get penalized for being self-centered. Oh the irritatingness of it all. Thats how dumb this game is, I´m making up words to tell how mad I am. To retaliate I started trying to penalize Sam for stupid things, that made him mad, which made me happy. Stupid, Stupid game (that´s right the second stupid is capitalized).

On a much happier note, and my title, I met some Bolivian college students today. They were sweet. Fortunately for me, they were both English students, and wanted to practice English. Our conversation carried in part English and part Spanish, and I gotta talk about contractions (which I use) and slang (which I use a lot). It was awesome, Sam knew more Spanish, but its ok. The moral of this story is that Bolivians are real people (like me), and not the weird people that you read in tourist books. Of course, I was able to talk to them about American culture, which helped me analyze my own culture. Sam and I gave them our e-mail addresses, after we talked to them for an hour. One´s name is Ricahrd, who wants to be a lawyer, and the other´s name is Juan (who wants to be a linguist).

Oh yes, and the best graffiti so far is a stencil of George Bush with the word tonto (idiot) underneath. It was awesome.

How to: The Bolivian Way

Mood:I listened to Basshunter last night. So I guess, if I could, Basshunter

Effects of the Altitude:

• Little children (most notable Sam´s little brother) go crazy
• Sleep is increased to twelve hours a night.
• Heart rate goes up.
• The sun is brighter.

Blog: La Paz is rampant with stray dogs, so it is not uncommon for one to see dog feces on the sidewalk (watch your step). The city constantly smells of excrement and smog, but when you pass a bakery a delicious smell fills your nostrils, even the the paint some guy was spraying smelt good. As I went through the streets I turned over to see a Cholita (native women) squatting on a road. I found this very curious, but continued walking. Thats when Betsy turned to me and said, ¨Not all the poop is animal poop¨. I felt nauseous, there was a woman taking a crap on the street! Who does that? Obviously some Bolivians.

As I toured La Paz, visiting various parks and a cathedral, a came up with a how to guide. Here it is:

How to: A Guide to Life in Bolivia

How to use the restroom:

1. Lift up toilet seat.
2. Excrete waste in prefered form and style.
3. If you feel the need to wipe, do so.
4. If you wiped, dispose of toilet paper in nearby garbage can.
5. Flush toilet and leave.

How to drive:

1. Enter car.
2. Turn on car, and pull out of curb.
3. Do not obey any lane signs, and create as many lanes as needed.
4. When you come upon a pedestrioan, maintain speed and honk once.
5. In most cases the pedestrian moves to the side.
6. If the pedestrian does not, continue onwards and hit them, or break right before, sparing their lives.

How to communicate:

1. Listen to the person and try to make out what you can.
2. If you do not understand, look at your friend.
3. Allow your friend to answer for you.
4. If you are alone nod your head, and say some words in the foreign language.
5. Smile when the other person does, the politely leave.
6. If the person is asking if you would like something (a shoeshine or sunglasses or something of that nature) immediately smile and say, ¨No gracias¨if the person persists, continue to walk and say ¨No gracias¨over and over.

How to take a shower:

1. Turn knob so shower begins.
2. Fiddle with knob to find the supposed hot water.
3. After fiddling for at least five minutes find the warmest water you can.
4. Remove clothing.
5. Step into shower, fully submerging yourself in the shower water.
6. Scream like a little girl because the water is cold.

Bolivia is great, and with my how to guide you will be pro at living there.

¿How do you spell push?

Mood: Andean music is once again playing in the background at my internet cafe.

Truth about Bolivia

• There are nazis, somewhere...(According to graffiti)
• People go on riots quite frequently
• Things are much cheaper
• You can find Llama fetuses
• ¨Push¨is spelt ¨pusch¨

Blog: I learened a few hard rules about spanish today. Whenever you state something obvious people don´t find it cute, especially people your same age. I saw some teenage kids playing DOTA (a game that I enjoy playing on Warcraft III: Frozen Throne), excited to see something familiar in a foreign country oth¡er than Burger King and Coke I walked up to the kid and exclaimed in horrible spanish, ¨¿Juegas Dota? ¡En Los Estados Unidos Juego Dota tambien!¨ Of course all my fellow teenager heard was, ¨Bla bla bad spanish DOTA bla bad spanish bla¨ He gave me a sort of dirty look that translates perfectly into english, and I left, finding that Samuel had left me alone in the internet cafe.

The other lesson I learned is that not everything translates very well. I found all sorts of funny translations that had probably been translated through Google Translator. Some of the best were from a restaurant Sam had gone to a few years ago:

• Pique a lo macho (a really good dish that I ate, is typically thought of as a manly dish)-Itch to the man thing (Picar in spanish is to itch, bad translation)
• Carne de Llama (Meat of Llama I have yet to find)-Meat of he/she calls (llamar means to call in spanish, and llama is the he/she/formal you form)
• Maté (a type of tea)-Kill (matar in spanish is to kill, and maté is the command form)

Bolivia has been a really great experience, and our death ride (a bike ride down the most dangerous road in the world) has been moved to next week because of some technicalities. The food (and especially the bread) is delicious, even better than the bread I had in France, so the French can shove it. I´m getting a little sick of the constant folk music playing everywhere I go (pan pipes and charrangos are cool and all), I miss my music.

I also slept 12 hours last night, which was awesome, and Sam had a dream that he was in Harry Potter. The kicker was that he told me he was tortured in some dungeon, and told me not to tell, of course I did. For some reason a girl we know from school walked up to him and asked him if he had been tortured in a dungeon (which sam had) at which point sam mumbled to himself, ¨I knew I shouldn´t have told I should have told Ron and Hermione¨.¨

¿The moral of the story? Sam wishes he had Harry Potter´s friends instead of me.

Sam said I talked in my sleep, one quote he was able to decipher was this: If life is like a box of chocoaltes, then what doesn´t everything taste good?¨and ¨¿Why can´t girls be...¨after that Sam said I started mumbling.

¡Bolivia!

Mood: Currently there is Andean music in the background of my internet cafe.

Life in a 3rd world country:

• Good if you´re from a developed country and visiting
• Things are dirt cheap, quite literally, some dirt is more expensive than the things I can buy.
• Bad if you are a lifelong resident and an indian
• You can wear funky clothing, and noone notices
• You can do crazy things, like scream out of cars
• You don´t have to obey traffic laws.
• Gatorade is more expensive

Blog: ¡Hola! Estoy en Bolivia, un pais en America del Sur cerca de Peru. Estoy en La Paz un de dos capitales en Bolivia (el otro es Sucre). Mi español es mas peor que Samuel (mi amigo en Bolivia). That was me trying to practice spanish, because I can´t understand a word most people are saying. Everything is dirt cheap, here are a list of prices in USD (American Dollars):

• One hour at internet cafe-20 cents
• Soda in a glass bottle-60 cents
• Slice of chocolate cake-20 cents
• Taxi ride across town-1.25 dollars
• 2 liter drink from local company-50 cents
• Dinner for six-20 dollars

Thats just a vague idea of some of the prices I have down here. All my plane flights were delayed an hour or two, so I arrived in Bolivia at around 6:45 a.m. local time. It was quite an experience, and I actually slept pretty well. Sam isn´t such a bad roomate/rowmate, I´m bummed I´m going to have to fly back by myself (the whole plane ride, including layovers) will be somewhere around 18 hours.

I can´t understand a word most people are saying so I just say ¨no thank you¨ (in spanish of course). Their are ladies that we call cholitas, and they look really funny. Traffic is absolutely insane, and so far I´ve only seen three traffic lights (this is for a city of over a million people).

For now, I´ll post again later, my hour is almost up. Here are a few signs on the spanish keyboard as opposed to the english one:

ç

ñ

¿

¡

Most of the letters are in the same places except that ç thing and the ñ, which are near the enter sign. Those screw me up.

Wyoming and Being a Loser

Mood: Mika

Things of note in Wyoming:

• A vast majority of people don't live there for a reason
• Fat is phat
• Wyomingins don't like non-wyomingins
• Attractive women tend not to be in Wyoming...

Blog: Its been a long time, and I'm amazed how easy it is to get out of habit. I dreaded for nearly a week the thought of going up to visit my paternal grandmother (who is a little nutty) and her husband (number three) on their mission in Martin's Cove, Wyoming. Martin's Cove is essentially a Mormon hotspot where youth go to learn about what it was like to be a pioneer. Martin's Cove is where the Martin & Willy handcart companies got stranded in a snowstorm and a bunch of them died. Unfortunately, Martin's Cove is in Wyoming, and as you can see in my list above, Wyoming isn't that exciting.

For two days prior to my trip I did absolutely nothing fun, or cool. I didn't hang out with anyone (anyone of course being people on my cell phone contacts list), which was very sad. I don't know why I didn't post something on my blog, that would have been more constructive than banging my head against my desk for a half an hour. On my second night of boredom I was accompanied by Tanner but we still didn't do anything. The next day I drove to Wyoming with my family, my aunt, my uncle, and my hyperactive, mentally disabled cousin. Before I left I did some shopping for my Bolivian trip, and bought two new Nintendo DS games, both of which I played on the trip up. They were so much fun, and I'm thoroughly addicted to the New Super Mario Bros.

Halfway through the trip my cousin started to irritate me, its not that I don't love her, but she goes nonstop 24/7, and it wears you out. And because I expected nothing from my trip, I was pleasantly suprised and had a good time. In Wyoming I visited Independence Rock, and I've decided to make a goal to go back and carve my name in it, even though I do risk a hefty fine.

Yesterday, my friends and I sat around my house, and still couldn't find anything to do. One of my neighbors, who is sort of popular asked us, while we were sitting outside if we wanted to go play fugitive. We heartedly agreed, and drove up to Rock Canyon Park, all of us were excited. When we got there however, we were sorely disappointed. We transformed into invisible creatures, and when people started to leave, we simply left without being noticed. Last night I came to the realization that the world hates me. Boo hoo.

Tomorrow I venture off to Bolivia, where I will try to update my blog at the internet cafes.

Have a fantastic two and a half weeks without me United States

Deserts, a Date, Cacti, Father's Day, and Getting Lost

Mood:Boys Like Girls

Things I Learned In the Desert:

• Getting lost sucks
• Water is very nice, especially cold water
• Stepping on a cactus hurts
• There are way more needles than just the big ones poking out of your foot
• Taking a nap in a slot canyon is awesome
• Telling people, who have been waiting for you, you went to a gas station after you got lost makes them angry
• Air conditioning is a gift from God

Blog: Hola! As you can see I haven't posted for a while. Most of the time I was in southern Utah in a place called Pariah Canyon, and when I got back I fell asleep, and the next day was Father's Day so I couldn't really do anything.

The desert was fun, and hot. We left the church at like five o'clock, so we didn't get to where our camp was supposed to be until midnight, fortunately it was seventy degrees outside when we arrived. After we set up camp, we managed to climb into bed at about two thirty in the morning, and we had to wake up early the next morning. After breakfast we had to split up into groups of ten so the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) wouldn't get mad at us. I was sort of ticked because I couldn't go with my friends, all of who were in the other group. The adults in my group were cool, but I was still pretty upset, because most of the other guys in my group were irritating (except one). We set off second, and after four hours we found out we were lost. At about fourty minutes into our hike we took a wrong turn and hiked two and a half miles in shadeless 105 degree weather. After discovering we were lost, we turned around and hiked another two and a half miles. When we reached the first part of the slot canyon (which averages around seventy degrees inside), my group decided to take a nap so we could rest up and conserve water (which was almost all gone). We did finally make it to our cars (back at the beginning) and everyone was out of water. We toasted our being alive with ice cold water and sprite. Then we decided, since we deserved it, that we should drive to a gas station that was in a nearby town and get food and drinks. I got a 44oz wild cherry Pepsi, which I downed in like two minutes. We then headed back to camp, and kept trying to tell the other group that we were ok, and that they should go back.

Upon reaching camp, we discovered that the other group had not arrived, and decided to arrange a "rescue party". We restocked our camel backs with water, and I just carried my cup that still had some ice in it, so I could tag along. When we did make contact with the group, the headed to meet us. Instead of meeting joyful sighs of relief, I meet scowls of anger. Primarily because I made a big deal about how we went to a gas station. The had run out of water a few hours earlier, so we gave them our camel backs and hiked back up to camp. On the way back Taylor apologized to me about the stuff he said, which made me feel good. I guess now all he has to do is apologize to my dad (who knows if that will happen though). It felt good to have him apologize, and I was suprised how less angry it made me.

That night I stepped on a cactus, and my foot hurt really bad. I had needles every where, and after pulling out all the big ones I could see, Kevin had to get the pliers and pull out the small ones I could feel. We pulled out over thirty needles. My Dad and I left the next morning while everyone else hiked, primarily because my foot still killed, and he had another issue I don't want to talk about. When we made it home, I crashed on my bed for two hours.

I woke up to my cell phone ringing, and when I picked it up I found out it was Chase. Chase wanted to go on a date, in two hours! That of course goes against everything I stand for, I try to at least ask three days before, but I did my duty and called up a girl. We went to see Fantastic Four 2, and then went to Cold Stone, which was fun. When I got home I went to bed, and then "celebrated" Father's Day, and went up to my Grandma and Grandpa's house, which was way fun. Unfortunately, I learned that I'm being forced to go up to Wyoming and visit my other Grandma (who I don't like as much) and her newest husband Thane. When I got home my family watched School for Scoundrels. Today, for some reason is one the first day in a while where I have been happy, which makes me happy.

Movie Reviews:

• Fantastic Four 2:Rise of the Silver Surfer-After seeing the first one I was a little bit hesitant, but it still looked cool, and it was (suprisingly!). The story line was pretty good, and the fight scenes were sweet. The movie was good, even though the lines were sort of cheesey. 3 1/2 stars.
• School for Scoundrels: Jon Heder and Billy Bob Thorton star in this comedy about a guy who is a wuss, and the class he joins to change that. Thorton runs the class, and is quite a deviant. Heder does a good job, even though the humor is a little crude (but still hilarious). A comedy movie to watch alone. 2 1/2 stars.

Exploding Brains

Mood: Boys Like Girls, John Mayer Trio

Just a note, I believe music adequately expresses mood better than words we use to describe emotions. So because of this, my mood is expressed by what band I feel like listening to at the time of this post. In this case its Boys Like Girls and the John Mayer Trio (two new albums I bought).
Now for my daily lists:
Things I don't like about people:

• Don't know what they're talking about (bold, extra large, quintuple underline)
• Don't know what they're talking about
• Don't know what they're talking about
• Think they know what they're talking about but really don't

Now that I've gotten that across in two different phrases, I feel much better. Sometimes I think people just don't get it. They try to do something to make them feel good, but just come straight up and say it, or because usually you don't know what you're talking about, don't say it.

Things a heterosexual high school partner must have:

• A cell phone (preferably with texting)
• A sense of humour
• A brain
• A chilled personality
• A not suspicious personality (especially with me)
• Friends
• Loyalty

I have noticed through my friends that a cell phone greatly increases the longevity of a relationship.

Blog:

Work two days ago went horrible, not only was it slow, but it was also a lot of work. All I did was alphabetize (thats how cd's get to where they are supposed to be, and in alphabetical order), and put out thousands of cd's. One can only take so much before his brain begins to burst. I expected that any minute my brain was going to explode, thus blowing open my head and sending brain bits all over the store, where the brain bits would wiggle like worms. I could only imagine what it would say in the police reports: Death by Alphabetizing too much. That would be sort of embarrassing. In order to prevent this I simply stopped thinking (which aleviated some of the pain) and walked around mechanically. Fortunately for you, I'm still alive, I think.

The when I got home I partied with Tanner and Kyle and Chad, and Babraham and Emily and Noelia and Kuhni (the last five of which I have not seen in like a month). That made me very happy, and I got updated on stuff that has been going on in the world outside of my house.

Yesterday I had work, which sucked less, and I did really well on sales, which made me feel good. I also decided to spend the store credit I won in a contest and got the John Mayer Trio album, and The Boys Like Girls Album. Suprisingly, they both fit the mood I was in last night and this morning perfectly. I got home a little later than normal, so I couldn't really go anywhere, but I picked up my sister and we talked about her junior high problems, and when I got home I talked to Tanner's dad with my family.

The greatest miracle happened this morning however, my iPod works again! I guess this dispells all of my theories that Apple is trying to make me get a new iPod and get rid of my mini. However, I have prevailed! On top of that I only have about 94 megabites on my iPod left, and everything on my iPod has come from my iTunes, which makes me feel cool.

Then I went to lunch with Tanner, Albino, Kevin and myself, and I felt segregated. Primarily because the two people who have girlfriends (Tanner and Kevin) were sitting in the front, and Albino and I were in the back.

I will be gone for the next three days, and unfortunately there is not internet in the middle of the desert, so I won't be able to post til Saturday night/Sunday morning -ish. Have an awesome summer week without me friends!

Theories and Reviews

Mood: Hinder
Because I didn't start this blog til one third of the way through summer, I have to catch up on some of my reviews and theories that I have invented thus far.
First I'll go over the movies I have watched, either on DVD or the movie theatre:

• Stomp the Yard-Basic black movie like Drumline, I think I saw one white person (not that that was a bad thing), I ended the movie feeling that "stepping" is pretty much a glorified drill team for men. The filming during the dancing was sort of funky, which was unfortunate because the dance scenes would have otherwise been cool. 3/5 stars.
• Pirates of the Carribean 3-I don't know if this is even worth putting up because I'm pretty sure everyone has seen it (who doesn't love Johnny Depp as Captain Jack? Plus there is Orlando for the ladies, and Kiera Knightly for the guys). I thought it was pretty good, they left it open for a fourth one, but with enough closure to end the series. 4/5 stars
• Pan's Labrynth-I remembered reading about it in Time, and when it got traded into Graywhale I immediately decided to check it out. It is in Spanish (unfortuantely for me, its in Spain Spanish which is a little different than the Spanish I learn in school) with English subtitles, and has to be one of the greatest films I have seen in a while. The filming and animation are superb. Rated R for rockin' it, I think its only rated R because of one scene where a guy gets his face bashed in (I closed my eyes, it was sort of gross). 5/5 Stars
• Ocean's 13: Everyone knows the first one rocked, and the second one, well, rocked a lot less. Ocean's 13 is back in the same style as Ocean's 11, and almost as good. 4/5

Now one to some theories that I have been theorizing:

• Do the guys who get all the girls cheat on them because that is they way they are, or do guys cheat on them because they can get all the girls?
• Are the hot girls always mean? Or are they mean because they're hot?
• Why are most nerds generally not good-looking? Or are they nerds because they are generally not good-looking?

Overall these three can be summarized as disposition vs enviroment. I think I'm voting for enviroment.

Blog: Work was most incredibly slow, and it seemed like at 7 o'clock we should start closing. But of course, in true fashion, we stayed open til we were supposed to close. It was also new release night. For those of you who don't know, the entertainment industry (excluding games) are released on Tuesday, which means for me, everything has to go up Monday night. But, my assistant manager decided to take a smoke break and talk to my ex-manager (who mysteriously showed up) for a half an hour. This means, instead of finishing the new releases by ten, we had to stay after and do it because he decided to have a chat. This sort of upset me, not because I had to stay late, but because we could have gotten it done. Today I went to my Grandma's house, and I slept the whole time, I don't know what happened to me. I have work tonight, and I'm working with my manager, which means I can't take a mental break for five hours ugh.

A List of Things, Second Blog Day

Because I have a blog now I feel cool, even though like five people have read it. Thats just the way I roll though, I feel hip, electronically hip. I have also just discovered a list button so I'm going to put it to the test, here it goes. A list of things I don't like:

1. Girls who think anyone who talks to them (or someone else) is flirting.
2. People who don't know what they're talking about
3. People who make up cuss phrases that don't make sense.
4. People who only listen to one type of music (rock and alt-rock don't count as different genres)
5. People who say they are sorry for stuff they don't mean, or stuff they didn't do (why would be sorry if I'm sick? Did you plant a toxin in my drink? Its a conspiracy, I knew it!)
6. People who use multiple exclamation marks all the time.
7. People who talk in computer language ("Hey I'll brb", OMG, JK)
8. People who think I'm obsessive

Coolest discoveries:

1. CMT.com has non-country music videos so I can mix it up when I'm in the country and other stuff mood.
2. Subway cards-75 points and a free footlong sub.
3. If the you explain explicitly to the guys at Gandalfo's how you like your Little Italy it tastes delectible.
4. Country music (not really a discovery, but a rediscovery, its been a while)
5. The Shins and Anberlin-not really a new discovery, but they were once
6. Paychecks, so much money in one tiny card.
7. Gandalfo's gives free drinks to THS students, even during the summer.

Mood:Country ballads with a little bit of Cascada (courtesy of CMT.com)

Blog:

Last night I posted a very secretive thing that I shouldn't have, and I was afraid the person I was upset at was going to find out and come over and murder me, or the blog police were going to come over or something. So at one o'clock I got tired of sleeping and edited it, and then slept well. As you can see I'm still alive, and I didn't get arrested by the blog police (this isn't China after all). Then I wen't to guitar lessons and played guitar. I then went out to lunch with Jon (its spelt that way because his real name is Jonathon, not to be confused with John/Johnny, my missionary cousin), and then we went to see Ocean's 13, which was pretty good. It felt good talking to Jon now that he is back from California and more or less recovered from his break-up with his girlfriend of nine months. We had an awesome time, and talked about cool things. Thats when I discovered number seven on my coolest discoveries list.

I also developed a list of things I wish would happen:

1. Girls were poor communicators to eachother, just like guys.
2. Girls thought independently from one another (think the Articles of Confederation, not the USSR)
3. Roses wouldn't have thorns, so life would be fair (emo joke for the day)
4. I could read both my English summer reading books in five seconds.
5. Summer reading wasn't invented (along with homework, and clothing)
6. Girls actually really enjoyed the mushy/freaky parts in a movie and just didn't pretend to
7. The Female-sex would mature as fast in the emotional-liking-someone-way as their male counter parts
8. I could talk to someone without them thinking I'm flirting
9. Albino never learned how to shimmy (my eyes still burn)
10. Guys could watch chick flicks by themselves in peace
11. Everything was an even, nice sounding number (like the ratio 30:3)
12. Girls don't get "scared" when someone likes them (what am I going to do? honestly)

This one is hopefully a reprieve from last nights, pardon my language.

The Innaugural Post

Welcome to my very first blog post! I've been promising myself and others that I would be doing this for like five months, but you know, school has a lot of work. But now that it is summer I have way to much freetime, and I decided to do something constructive. Not only that, but I would imagine this would fill a Duty to God requirement (for those of you who are not LDS, its a sort of scout-esque program with more focus on church stuff). Now that I've begun, I will start off with a short list about me. Here it is:

First and foremost, I love music, and movies, and games!

I work in a record store/movie/game store called Graywhale

Unfortunately its owned by my Dad, but sometimes thats a good thing

I like colors, and I like numbers, nice even ratio'ed numbers that would make pretty colors

I'm very random, and my brain functions completely different than everyone elses

I'm on a quest to become a guitar/serenade guy, I'd feel cool if I was

I'm pretty smart, which sounds conceited, but when people tell you you are, I think its ok.

I always like girls who hate me, its a gift

I'm LDS, and no I do not have horns or multiple mothers

I have ONE mom One dad and a sister

I'm the oldest

I like to think and make random hypothesis's

And just now I couldn't figure out how to spell the plural of hypothesis, but you get the idea

I like contractions

I'm touchy

I have no personal bubble

Now to the blog part:

I lost a friend a few days ago. The sad thing is that he isn't dead, I think I would feel better if he wasn't my friend because he died. It seems like over the past few days he metamorphed into his mother, who is a self-centered bitch, excuse the language, but he told me that. He's become exactly like her, it makes me sad. A few days ago he quit the job my dad got both of us (which I'm totally cool with). However, he did it three minutes before his shift started, and without two weeks notice (a little less O.K. with). Then I texted him and told him that it was unproffesional, explained to him why we don't get paid much (non-skill, non-manual labor? what would you expect) and then he insulted my family. He said, "Your father is the most unproffesional man I have ever met." (it was a text message so the "I" wasn't capitalized, but other than that it is a direct quote). That hurt me, and if he gets near me, I'm afraid I'm going to beat the crap out of him. What a self-centered asshole (excuse the language), but I guess you never really know someone. I wish he had died, I think I would have been less sad if that happened instead of him becoming his mother. If he says he loves her it is (or was) a lie, but now he is just like her.

EDITED-This line has been deleted for conscious reasons, if you read it don't say anything.

On top of that, a girl, and possibly her friends, hate me. The original girl that hates me (you know how girls are) is mad because I told her she has similar interests with a friend of mine a.k.a. Albino. Stupid reason to be mad? I think so. But you know how girls are, my main source is because on her blog it says straight up, [Drake Frost] is a manwhore, don't ever speak to him. I love you anyways. Even if her friends are still forbidden to talk to me, Janelle, I think you're awesome, and Tess you rock my world.

A more recent thing, Albino's little brother gave a talk in church, and it was hilarious.