Publishings from the Unpublished

As time goes on and erodes the faculties of my mind, I begin to lose track of these archives of posts...With so much philosophy and flashback and fiction and straight up randumb stupidity, I often have to check myself--"Have I written on this subject before?" For instance, my bucket list. Does anyone know what is on my bucket list? I mean, there's the obvious "Get married in the temple and have twelve kids and get translated" shpeel, but I'm talking about the more secular bucket list. For me, there has only been two things:

1. Sing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir... sort of like a Rudy/Jimmy Stewart sort of dream
2. Get struck by lightning. (I even have a plan for this one, it's phenomenal!)

And not necessarily in that order.
So these were the only two items until about two weeks ago when I was watching a life-changing program called Man v. Food (which I am certain I have mentioned before) where Adam Richman went to Des Moines, Iowa and ate a challenge that featured, among other things, a block of DEEP FRIED CHEDDAR CHEESE! Hello bucket list items numbers three through seventeen!!! Deep fried cheddar cheese... about eight square inches of it or so! Why did it take America so long to think that up, and in Des Moines of all places! What a trip.
And for all those gung ho readers who are still with me on this post, here's the update-ive portion that this blog was originally intended for: Since being back in Texas, I really haven't done much. I mean, I got a job and graduated and stuff, but that's marginal to the real juicy stuff, right? You're all wondering what only my bold nephews can ask out loud after the first trip to the singles ward back in Texas: "Did you meet a girl?" Why yes, Ultra Tiger, I met lots of girls that day. And six months later, I've met even more. Go figure...
I will divulge so much: Chick Flicks don't make me as bitter as they used to. Take what you will from that, it's probably not what you're thinking.
Oh yeah, and there is one more thing. I guess I have to fess up to this sometime...

I am obsessed with Naruto.

In case any of you don't know, Naruto is an anime. As one who used to ridicule Japanamation for its uber-exaggerated emotions and its crap-running-down-a-tree pace, I am ashamed to publicly admit that I have gone Otaku! And I don't even know what that means... So much for Regular Greg and stuff.