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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Dansport and Other Stuff

Does anyone know what integer divides 35m + 26 and 7m + 3 for some integer m?
So ya, dansport (Dance Sport) was Saturday. My partner and I had lots of fun, but as expected, and as happened last year, I didn't make it past the second round. I guess I need to put more sequins on my pants or something to catch the judge's eyes better. My good buddy Nathan Kuhn got FIRST in the Country Swing! Represent Texas, baby! It was fun, and that's all dance is for me: fun. I'm not going pro anytime soon.
I watched Kung Fu Panda three times last week, and it's still AWESOME! Who else wants to watch it with me?
The Rocket's "big three" all go down in the same game. Great... on top of that I took a test for 343 (always a bad day) and scored a 65% on the multiple choice, which got me down until class today, well the entire hour was spent with poor Mr. Humphreys fending off complaints and nags. Just do your homework people! You too, Todd!
You know, something else cool and interesting might have happened this week, but I can't recall. Thus it is... so let it be written.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Sub Lord?...

First off, I'm thinking of going public with my blog, and by that I mean putting the address up for display in a little space on my facebook. Somewhat anticipating a wider audience, I may have to revise and edit what I would normally say...
ya right.

Secondly, dance sport is Saturday. It's planned, payed for, and kinda paired off, so doesn't it count as a date Elder Oaks? I'm dancing with a girl from the stake who is actually shorter than I am, surprise! It's triple swing, and it's gonna be fun... probably not going too far, but fun.

Thirdly, have you ever gone to class and realized you did today's assignment last week and never did last week's assignment? That happened to me twice this week.
Third-and-a-halfly, math classes are not looking so great this semester. We'll see...
Third-and-three-fourthsly, pants.

Fourthly, and I'll need your help on this one, Sunday I came back to my room and found oreos and peanut-buttered slices of bread all over my window (as in the window to Justin's and my room), with the phrase "Sub Lord" written in peanut butter with a smiley face. I have no idea what the whole thing means, but I have some theories:
In order from the most likely to the least likely:
1. It's an inside joke intended for someone else and the artist misfired on the wrong window.
2. It's a randumb act of vandalism by the local residents.
3. It was Justin's girlfriend's evil twin who goes by the pseudoname 'sub lord'.
4. It was a randumb act of vandilism by the local gang, the 'sub lords'.
5. Protests against members of the church who supported prop 8 has now reached Provo.
6. It was a randumb act of vandalism by the local aliens.
7. Oreos and peanut butter are feeling left behind by those who love sub sandwhiches.
8. It was a girl trying to ask me out or flirt with me.

Has anyone heard of this before? Sub Lord? Come on!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

A Fun New Game

I bet the many students I passed on the way home were wondering what was up with that guy who is consistently giggling to himself... well, I had just invented a new game! I call it Ninja Wind Breaker!
"My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet..." (Jeremiah 4:19)
Such was the state I was in Friday after class. I really tried to just let it go in a silent fashion, but whoa, NOT THAT DAY! It was a bit embaressing in the TMCB, so I opted to go home where I could be more free with the sounds coming from my pants. Anyways, the game was to time each release just right so that nobody around could here, because it was inbetween classes so there wasn't a whole lot of people (a whole lot of quiet), yet there were enough people to make things complicated for me. It was pretty fun! And one thing I've always wondered... WHY IS IT SO FUNNY? What is it that makes people laugh so hard they cry when someone lets a rip in the chapel at the MTC, or when babies put the older folks to shame with their volume and timbre? You all have your stories, I know, but haven't you ever wondered?

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Bad Day For Those Who Wear Red

Considering our new president... what to expect? I don't know. There's a lot of uncertainty going on right now, but it's not the end times. I trust that the Lord holds the future of this country in His hands, so come what may, we will endure.
Rockets dropped their first game of the season tonight. That hurts... almost as much as how much worse I actually did on the stinkin 190 test than the rest of the class. Remember that one I thought I did good on? pants...
On a bright note, tomorrow I start work! Better pay and less stress than the officiating job, BUT THE EXACT SAME HOURS (except now I work on Mondays). Do you hear the sound of the toilet flushing, taking my social life with it? I guess it wasn't much in the first place...
Speaking of politics, by the way, if anyone reads this blog and is from California (doubtful), please support proposition 8. You may not think it will affect your family, but if California loses this battle (and I mean losing by the homosexuals winning) it will be the first step before the next target is New Jersey, then Florida, then who knows where... pretty soon they will be teaching "tolerance" in the schools to the rising generations. As well, do whatever you can to speak out against that movie "Zach and Miri you know what"... that's just another step of bringing pornography into the open if that makes it to theaters. Think of what happens then! I fear that I could be raising my kids in a country that resembles Europe a little too much.
I truly feel that the economy is not our biggest problem. This country has faced worse problems with such and pulled through before, but if the people continue to make concessions contrary to the will of the Lord, then the spirit will cease to strive with us. That, my friends, is something much greater to fear.
I need a hug.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Off the Hook Halloween

By the randumb facts about me, you might think you a little about what transpired this week in the life of the regular guy.
Let me assure you... you do. But let's have a bit more details.
Tests... I don't fear them as some people do, but I probably haven't made an A on a test since High School. This week was a doozey! Good word, doozey... Ya, I had three tests, 2 of them were Maths 190 and 343. By the end of the week, though, I can look back and not get too depressed! 190 went especially well, so well that I got a burger from Carl's Jr. to celebrate, breaking from my usual diet of ramen noodle and peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches.
Can I just say I love guacamole?! Ok, I can. I love guacamole!!
Wednesday was dance lab, where my 280 class was among a few chosen to feature in a routine. Now, our class instructor happened to change the routine maybe 3 times, and nobody in that class is very good anyways, so we SLAUGHTERED Buble's Everything song. I mean, I had lost count halfway through, and then there was the whole arm thing and my partner not spinning fast enough. I'm pretty sure one of the couples went so bogus they might have just started free-styling. I'm pretty sure I was part of that couple.
So Halloween rolls around, and I go to a party or two dressed as a Texan. I know, original right? Well this costume was not so much the boots, camo hat, jeans, and button up shirt all tucked in, but more of personality. HOOO DAWGY, youKNOWJimmieJohnsongonnatakeitallthisyearshoot
I'msmellinrepeatshootmymoneysonKurtBusch
passthechawmanIwasouttheothernight
andmywifepouredoutmybeersoIslappedher.
So it's kind of hard to dance in boots, but you know I did! And I sweated like an abomination! What's new, right?
Saturday meant yet another Halloween party, this time within the ward (even though it was November 1st). I couldn't decide if I should be a Texan again, or a referee, or an EFY counselor (all free costumes), so I decided to go as all three. I showed up as a Texan, morphed mid-dance into a referee (I had the shirt on under the button up polo and the sweat pants on under my jeans), and somehow ended up as 'Breanna' the counselor, and I don't even know how that one happened. I was gettin my groove on with James P. Sullivan and Bon Qui Qui. Could I hang with anyone more cool? Maybe that random walking banana that yelled "Potassium!" at me on campus, or the Pac-Man and Ghost who chased each other in the Wilkinson Center.
All in all, not a bad Halloween. But now, it's the most wonderful time of the year! And Christmas too.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Tag, I'm It!

7 Randumb Facts About Me

1 - I have an average of one big embarrassing moment per week. This week's was at Dance Lab, when I couldn't get hook arms with my partner to escort her as the routine demanded... at least not for like a minute straight. So there we were having an elbow fight while everyone else danced on...

2 - I wanted to carve cantelopes instead of pumpkins this Halloween. Too late, Halloween's over, it's time to break out the Christmas music!

3 - Last night I went to a few parties with my jeans tucked into some boots, a plaid button up shirt tucked in, and a camo hat to boot. Some people actually thought I dressed up for Halloween.

4 - I don't know enough people that blog to "tag" anyone else. Forgive me oh gods of the chain mail...

5 - I don't have any kids. One day I will have 12.

6 - I am un-computer savvy. I've tried to change the layout of this blog like five times now... and if I had a quarter for every time I got the blue screen of death on this computer, I would have like 12 bucks!

7 - Minds are like parachutes. Just because you've lost yours doesn't mean you can borrow mine.

By the way I totally missed the anniversary of this blog. There's gotta be a way I can celebrate somehow... I know! I could write the word "pants" a hundred times!!! Pants pants pants pants pnats pnats pants pants panst panstp anstp anstpnasp tnasptnapsntapsnt panstpa sntpans tpans pnastpnasptnasptnapnstpsnatpnspanaptnpstnpnastpnasptpasntpanstpnaptnapstpnastpnapntp

Nevermind. We'll see later this month.