Embarrassing Moments

Don't give Lindsey all the credit for having temporary brain lapses. This one is not so much embarrassing as it is simply blonde.
So I get done with work last night and feel like I should go get some groceries. I need a pizza or something to keep me company as I enjoy the last of season 3 of the office. I don't have any pockets in my pants so I just carry my wallet and keys with me. As soon as I'm done shopping, I put all the groceries in the trunk of my car and shut it... and then realize I've just made a stupid and costly mistake. So, an hour and 44 dollars later, the Pop-A-Lock guy gets me back into my car and I enjoy my weekend.

44 Dollars! There goes my Jazz-Rockets game.

She never called back...

This thing in my pocket... it's like a time-bomb, always counting down, but I cannot see the timer. I have no idea when the detonation comes, bringing an explosion of anxiety and awkwardness yet a most ecstatic joy. Was there relief when the expectations were never fulfilled? No, only disappointment and frustration, as cold and silent as this device in my pocket. Again, it was a dud.

Dig?

There are answers to every problem

You may think that the title here is a reference to school. Nope. I don't really think there are answers to all the problems in calculus. There are more problems involved, but no answers...
Just to let everyone know, I sacrificed watching the Boston/Houston game to go to the temple Tuesday night. Therefore the loss wasn't too devastating. The next day against New Orleans was much more depressing, so much so that I overdosed on old Office episodes and free cell while listening to my I-tunes playlist titled "Blue Funk". Not a whole lot of homework getting done lately... And if Houston loses again to either Golden State or Phoenix, I'm going to the temple again on Saturday.
In the meantime, I have a temporary in place of the ceramic stump in my mouth. So from a distance, I would appear to have a normal smile. Get closer and things get wierd. And I have had tenderness now in my front teeth since Saturday that make me a very cautious eater, abstaining from good stuff like hamburgers and hot-dogs. Not like I ever ate those anyways...
So besides the smile, I don't look so bad right now. I'm wearing a shirt that I bought BY MYSELF at the mall the other day for dance-sport. Maybe it'll give me enough confidence to ask a girl out or something. These are really nice pants too... did you notice? That girl over there on the other end of the library certainly did... or maybe I just imagined that. Let's go find out!
Uh... later.

21! What could get me down?

So if any of you have seen those NBA commercials, "Where amazing happens..." with the haunting piano music, you'll know where I'm coming from here. I really like those commercials... except the one that features solely Dirk Nowikzi, but that's a personal thing. Here's what I would put:

Where ugliest man in the NBA happens...



Where Denver Thuggets happen, or pretend to happen...


Where biggest ego in the world happens...

Where history happens!!


Where fans that go a little too far happens...

Who needs pants anyways?

So despite having a 'not-the-best-of-days' Saturday, I'm still on top of the world!! And everyone around the block knows it! Well, they know somethings up with that weird kid in a jersey going for an evening jog...
SO, I knew Friday was going to be a big day, as well as Saturday. What do I need for big days?




I don't know if it did much for me though... I did go watch Enchanted, and I'll admit I enjoyed it. Why does James Marsden get all the fun roles? Then Saturday rolled around and I was up early in the morning to go to Dance Sport. It was so much fun, but bitterly disappointing when my partner and I did not get recalled to the third round. Even after she pulled my tie right in the middle of the cha-cha! What were the judges thinking!!!? Fortunately that meant I got to go home in time for the last intramural game before tournament. Unfortunately I only played for like two minutes before I caught a cranium in my mouth:

Yup, the missing tooth was one of the porcelain ones... it pretty much disintegrated in my mouth. And the big one next to it is painfully loose. Not dentist would take me today, so I'm living with it until Monday... I can eat still, it just takes a lot of concentration. After that, I went to one of my roommate's birthday party. They had hamburgers, but I had to eat mine with a fork. It kind of diminishes the enjoyment of it all, really... I got home in time to take a church history test, but not really when I found out the testing center closes at 4 on Saturdays, so I'll have to pay a late fee to take it on Monday. That's twice now...

So it happens again... It's kind of scary how so many things happen in common with Jon and I. Then again, maybe that means I could get a girlfriend soon... or it won't happen until I graduate from BYU.
Who cares? As long as Dikembe keeps shaking that finger and T-Mac keeps ripping on Charles Barkley, it's all good. Top of the Western conference... who'd have thunk it?

For the benefit of Uncle Jon

This is from before Thanksgiving last year. Andrew has since developed lots of new moves. It's only a matter of time before he learns the pelvic thrust from his uncle, like so many other nephews have...

Nap Time 101

I've decided that it's not really helping me at all to go to class for calculus. At this point in the lectures, I am so far lost the professor may as well be speaking in Chinese. As such, I inevitably fall asleep 15 minutes or so into class. I'm not even fighting it anymore there. The same goes for HEPE 129.
Oddly enough, I will continue to go to class... why? Because I'm Todd pants Martin, that's why. It's just what I do. Something about commitment...
Even more odd, I continue to do well in these classes. As long as I do the homework, the book pretty much teaches me all I need to know. I've only missed one assignment of the 24 so far and that's because I didn't go to class because I couldn't walk very well at the time (snowboarding incident).
So tomorrow I'll wake up at 7:45, go to calculus, turn my homework in, stare in utter oblivion at the chalkboard, let my mind wander off to the land of Pure Imagination, and then go do Monday's homework right after class. Then maybe I'll kick off the weekend to a celebration of history being made!

One word: seventeen.

What I meant by ice cream...

When I mentioned Ice cream... there was no 'action' involved. Sorry... I was just including a random statement like I am so often wont to do. Nope, no action here yet... pants...

...though if I really got some, do you think I would tell anyone about it?

And apparently, somehow the rumor that I have been dating someone got around in the stake back in Texas. Well, let me relate to you a somewhat modified history of last time I asked a girl out:

Book of Todd, Chapter 2 verse 28, volume 4
"And Todd was desirous that the lady should accompany him come the weekend, and having summed up the courage, went forth with this request.
And the lady said unto him, 'O man of little consequence, thou art tender-eyed and of a sweet spirit, but my heart seeketh another who is larger in stature...'
And Todd did mourn, and the people did feast upon their fruit bats, and their anchovies, and their breakfast cereals..."

My Weekend Adventure

When we say the word adventure, what do we usually think of? Trying new things? Fun, maybe even danger? And of course, you need your hero, right? Well, this weekend definitely included all these things, though I don't know if I would qualify as "hero".
Saturday began with work, as usual. After four games and lots of running, I joined my own team to actually play. Being more stable on this ankle of mine, I was getting back into my usual game:

Todd Martin #45 Guard Turnbull A.C.'s

Height: 5-7 Weight: 140
Born: Feb. 17, 1986 - West, Texas
College: Brigham Young University
Draft: 2008 fourth week of semester


March 1: Martin had 8 points on Saturday's game, going 3-5 from the field with only 10 minutes of playing time. He also added two boards, one steal, and no turnovers.

Advice: Although he's still wearing the ankle brace, Martin seems to be getting back to his usual form on the court since his ankle sprain over three weeks ago. Although his hustle is great, his offense is still too lacking and minutes are too slim on the large team to really make him worth any fantasy intramural business.

Ok, this wasn't the adventure. The adventure came shortly after the game, where I drove to Heber City to help Nathan Kuhn go door-knocking for his business. It was College Works painting, Jon has been there before. I don't particularly enjoy door-to-door, though the people were nice, and I got one lead in an hour and a half of work. Then the weather went sour and it was time to drive back through Provo canyon to meet up with some old mission friends. It was 6:30 p.m., the sun had gone down and snow was flying at my windshield... horizontally!

I've never taken a scarier trip in my life... visibility was incredibly limited at times. I prayed a lot! And U2 serenaded me the whole way home.

Thus ended my own personal type of Zion's camp. It was a good experience, really pushing me to the limit and going through that for a good friend. Something dad might call "character building"... Back in Provo where the weather was nice, we watched Vantage Point, which is a very unique movie. It's incredibly intense, but it seems to leave some unanswered questions in the end. So go watch it, but hold on to your pants!

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead, today and tomorrow have yet to be said (in an exaggerated vibrato tenor voice, Jon should catch that one). Ya, the weekend isn't over yet. Church just ended, and there's a whole Sunday left! Who knows what lies in store?! I'm guessing ice cream...