Friday, April 29, 2011

Delectable and Detestable Dishes

So this post is WAY overdue.  It was so during conference weekend, but today made me think of it again.  Anyways, after the first session of Saturday, Charlie and I decided to run down to the Settebello in Salt Lake City to get our hands on some legit Italian pizza.  Seriously, this stuff is 100% legit.  At least at the one in Vegas they always hired Italians, and there is a group of pizza makers from Napoli that go around and "certify" places for their authentic Italian pizzas.  Settebello has been certified.  So, like I said, it is le-freakin-git. They also order all their ingredients from Italy.  Delish.  By far my favorite place to eat in America.  Seriously.

Anyways, so we get there and we decide to even order a antipasta, which is a scary move because they can, at least in America, be decent or extremely disappointing.  Antipastas are just so delicate and tasteful, you have to get it right or it is WRONG alla grande. But, let me tell you about this one:

First of all, just look at it.  Does it not scream: EAT ME!!!?  I'll tell you: yes, it does.  So, this is what it is:  Involtini di Proscuitto.  Involtini means little and rolled up.  It is a noun for that state of being.  Prosciutto is ... ham.  But, it's better than the ham you are thinking of.  Especially this kind of ham: prosciutto crudo.  It is called "dry-cured ham" in English, but basically it is preserved in a way that it does not need to be cooked in order to eat it healthily.  Let me tell you, it tastes AMAZING!!! This right here is prosciutto crudo di Parma (that's a city from Italy, famous for meat and cheese).  It is wrapped around Baby Arugola (a potent type of herb or plant) and goat cheese.  It is topped with more goat cheese, parmiggiano-reggiano, and balsamic vinegar.  Seriously, it was a perfect blend of flavors that just excited your mouth.  It was seriously the best thing that I have tasted in the States, without fail.  I loved it.  I can still taste it in my mouth and I had it about a month or so ago.  Sooo good.

The pizza was just perfect, like Italian pizza should be.  Slightly charred on the bottom, cooked in a brick oven (sometimes wood oven).  They never put much on their pizzas, and in fact, I prefer it with only one or two ingredients.  The more you put on, the more flavor you snuff out and the more likely you are to clash them.  Anyways, every bite of this pizza was perfect.  It all went together and the intensity and frequency of every gusto was perfectly placed.  It just makes your day to eat a good Italian pizza.  Seriously.  It is almost divine.  Amen to the Italians for giving us a piece of heaven here on earth through our taste buds.  Seriously.  I'm going to be so mad if there is no Italian food in heaven.  SOOOO Mad. 

Anyways, I loved it and I hope to go to Settebello soon.  It is just way too good.  I thought again of this because today, Charlie's parents were kind enough to take us to Sweet Tomato, which is one of my favorite buffet chains.  Their salads are generally fresh and well put together, and they have a great variety of good food.  However, Charlie came over with this plate of, "what-in-the-world-kind-of-fake-pasta-and-sauce-is-that." This is the closest I could find to a picture:

Seriously, Charlie sat down with a plate with only about 10 pieces of pasta and the sauce all over, and I looked at him like "What on earth are you doing," and then I said: "What on earth are you doing?"  He just wanted to try it.  It was the Lemon zest pasta.  Anyways, so he puts one in his mouth and then all of the sudden his whole face contracts and becomes contorted because of the awful explosion that just occurred in his mouth. His parents and I could not stop laughing.  It was great.  Well, he coaxed me into trying some so I could understand what he just went through.  Still laughing, I picked up one of the penne and put it into my mouth...that stopped me from laughing.

Let me explain what happened in my mouth: disaster.  The lemon was exploding like none other, like that annoying kid in your philosophy class who keeps raising his hand to get noticed; and the other spices and flavors not only did not get along, but they hated each other.  There were fights going all over the place, leading to a sensation that was all together not pleasant at all.  They probably mixed it wrong or something, because if that was the true result from a recipe, boy that person should get fired.  I don't know where they started to think that it was a good idea to do whatever they did.  It was not.  But seriously, none of the flavors went together.  It wasn't that they were necessarily bad flavors, but they weren't mixing flavors.  It was sickening.

Well, the lot of them got a kick out of my face because apparently it was just as entertaining as Charlie's.  We then got his mom to taste it, and she flipped her head around in shock that we were right in telling her it was not good.  She explained it as if the flavors were going through a nasty divorce, which is an accurate portrayal.  His dad still refused to eat it...that's the mark of a wise man.  Charlie looked disgusted, Erik looked disgusted, my wife is talking about divorce...I ain't eating it.

But the overall experience at Sweet Tomato was enjoyable, and I encourage everyone to go there.  Just, stay away from the Lemon pasta.  Please.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Can't Wait...

Ok, so call me a nerd, or a dork, or a geek, or whatever the correct term for someone who loves books and movies like: Harry Potter, Hunger Games, I am Number 4, Percy Jackson (although I did not like that movie).  There is something about the teenage superhero that just gets me excited.  I don't know whether it is the gorgeous heroines like Number 6 (I am Number 4) or Katniss (Hunger Games) or if it is the fantasy of being the amazing young heroine that I have dreamed of since being raised on the classic fantasy novels of Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia and the like.  I also don't view myself as over 20.  I think I still see myself as a 19-year-old. 

Rue
Gale
I can't wait until March 2012 because HUNGER GAMES will be put into movie form.  Don't worry, I've already started to prepare myself for the inevitable book destruction.  It is impossible to put all the glow of the book into a movie that lasts 2 hours.  I mean really.  So, I'm ready.  I'm just excited for the movie!  I'm still wondering how they are going to make it under R, because it was quite the violent book.  Plus, I think they cast Gale and Rue perfectly. I'm not a fan of who they picked to be Peeta, but then again, the whole world has been telling me that my perception of Peeta has been wrong from the start.  I have always envisioned Peeta as the typical baker's son: short and stocky.  I have no vision of this rippling hero that everyone else is imagining.  Yet, this is what the world puts him as.  Oh, well... I guess I'll have to deal with that. 

Katniss

Katniss I think they may need to do some work because she is pretty good looking, and I pictured her always as a bit grungy since her district is doing really poor.  But I guess when she's parading around in a flaming dress she'll do naturally fantastic.  All in all, I'm pretty stoked about the movie and I'm a little frustrated about the dumb and fake trailers on Youtube saying that the movie is coming out this year because I got really excited...and then disappointed.  One of them said May 2011 and that's when I really got suspicious.  So I did a google search and the real release date is March 2012 (less than a year!)  Anyways, so I'm pretty excited. 



On a sooner note, HARRY POTTER IS COMING OUT!!! Ah!!!!  I'm going to follow the trend and post the trailer because it is just so exciting.  I just want to point out that I am 100% a fan of it because it shows a tidbit of the fight between Mrs. Weasley and Beatrix.  We all know that we loved that part of the book.  Don't deny it, because it is true. 


So, this is going to get pretty intense.  I'm so going midnight showing.  No matter what.  I guess I better finish my books so that I can concentrate on the hype.  I'm in the middle of two pretty intense series right now and I'm switching off between sequels.  Don't worry, I don't get confused.  I'm reading the "Sword of Truth" series which is what the Legend of the Seeker TV series was based off of.  Secondly, I'm reading the "Ender's Game" series which has become one of my favorites.  Seriously.  It is AWESOME.  In Ender's Game I'm about to start the 3rd book: Xenocide; and in the Sword of Truth I'm finishing the 5th book: Soul of the Fire.  It's pretty intense, let me tell you...

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Just a little question:

Ok, so I'm going to explore the problem of affirmative action and the problems associated with the reverse discrimination on whites, but also the social implications needed to understand the side of all the minorities.

Ok, first of all, let's face it: I'm a white (to be politically correct, I'm Caucasian), middle-class, male. That means I get no benefits whatsoever.  None.  I remember my junior and senior years of high school when the counselors would give us lists of possible scholarships to apply for.  I had to cross off more than 3/4 of them because of those three things that I had no control.  I'm sorry my parents are white, and that when they decided to have a kid, my chromosomes ended up with a Y, and I'm sorry that my father makes a decent amount of money.  Is that my fault? 

No.

But yes, it was my fault that I was a straight-A student.  It was my fault that I was captain of 2 sport teams, president of Mu Alpha Theta, and Secretary of National Honor Society.  Yes, I'll admit it, it was my fault that I was in 3 different orchestras, school and state-wide, and a jazz band since I was in middle school and that in school I was always first-chair cellist.  I could go on,  but that those were my credentials.  Does the nation care?  No.  They wanted to give the scholarships to minorities and the poor.  There was even a scholarship that said not to apply for if you had over a 3.5.  WTF?  Let's see the problems of both sides.


Obviously, this does not just include scholastic problems, but that is the area that I am most familiar with, so I will continue to use that as my main example.  For a brief overview, you can see what NBC says about reverse discrimination. 



Ok, so let's look at my side of the spectrum.  I was totally jipped! I mean, really.  I worked my butt off for 4 years!  A lot of people say that in high school, especially mine, getting straight A's wasn't that big of a deal, but I did work a lot.  It wasn't just straight A's, it was everything that I did my best to excel at.  What did that matter when I applied to scholarships and schools?  Not much, because I was put on the bottom of the stack when it came to decision making.  I was just too white, too middle-class, and too male.  Well, I'm sorry for being me. 

That seems a little unfair.  Why do I not get the money if I have better grades?  Why is skin color more of a factor than our credentials?  Shouldn't we be judged by our actions and not skin color or gender?  Wasn't that the whole point of affirmative action that race would not be a factor?  In reality, it spun the tables and made minority status a benefit and majority status a problem.  It's true though.  I had a lot of friends while applying for scholarships looking for any ancestry that was not Caucasian so they could declare that ethnicity.  That's a little ridiculous.  I don't think God is going to look at the race and give minorities extra points in order to enter His kingdom.  Wrong.

However, I do believe that God is going to look at the social pressures that each of us endured and how that affected us.  If only there was a perfect way for us to judge that and give credit for it in this life.  But there isn't.  Let me try to explain what I'm talking about.

There is a difference in opportunities that an African-American and a Caucasian have (if we take into account the assumption that African-American's are typically lower-class and Caucasians are middle- to upper-class).  That is the assumption that most universities and scholarship providers use for their reasoning of why they have affirmative action.  However, I don't believe a middle-class black person today is any less fortunate or unfortunate as I in social pressures.


But back to what I was talking about, in the difference between low and middle-class opportunities, it is obvious that low-class citizens have less.  With the lack of such opportunities such as good schooling, good parenting, helpful familial support, good friends, work-experience opportunities, and the like.  It is rare to see a low-class excel at the piano or the bassoon and you'll be hard-pressed to see one of them receive the Noble Prize for Economics or Chemistry.  The truth is that lower-class citizens are so hard pressed to scrape food for their family or to defend what little they have, that they intellectually are not pushed to develop the cognitive skills required for collegiate thinking and beyond.  They just don't have that chance.  Sure, everyone has a choice and they could choose to study at night after working 10-14 hour shifts a day, but many times that isn't even an option.

Think about it.  Why did you go to college?  How did you even know that college was a possibility?  It was because that is what was expected of you.  Your parents had put that idea into your mind since you were young and your teachers, knowing that they were teaching children with potential to go to college, only encouraged the idea.  For me, it was less of a choice than just something I always knew was going to happen.  I was going to go to college, punto basta.  For middle-class people, the choice is clear and evident.

However, when you look at it from their perspective, they don't have the same choice.  They grew up with both parents working.  They sometimes themselves had to work to support the family.  Who has time to think of college when they are slaving away, or extremely hungry, or in gangs, etc.  Few times would college be mentioned, let alone seriously considered.  Affirmative action was set up so that they would have the same opportunities granted to people in higher socioeconomic statuses.  Seeing as they did not decide to be born into such a poor family.  They need help to be taken out of the rut of poor social living conditions. 

So, as you can see.  It would be difficult to judge one side or the other.  For either you discriminate those who worked their butt off, or you discriminate those who started out with a bad start at no fault of their own.  So, who deserves the discrimination?  Because it will occur. 


Seems like we got ourselves a little problem down here...

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Awesome Weekend...

So, this last weekend was ...  AMAZING!!! My parents were kind enough to fly me down to visit the fam for the weekend in Vegas.  Friday night my great home teacher drove me to the airport and I got into Vegas around 8ish.  I only encountered 2 problems, but one of them was a little intense. 

1. - They took my toothpaste!!! For those of you who know me, I LOVE the Crest Citrus Blast toothpaste.  It tastes like an orange Creamsicle and it is DELICIOUS!!! It's like my guilty pleasure before bed every night.   I get to have a creamsicle every night!!!  Anyways, I love it.  But apparently it was too big of a tube for the airplane and they took it away.  So, once I got to Provo I had to buy another one, but that was easily taken care of...

2. My phone....was murdered.  Apparently, some stray water damage got inside, I don't know how because it isn't like I took it swimming and it was working just swell 3 minutes before I got on the plan, but then it died...That was interesting trying to find my parents without a cell phone.  I don't know how we did before without cellphones.  I was almost in hysterics looking for my parents in the airport since I couldn't call them!  Anyways, I got a new phone, and besides a few setbacks, that problem is mostly resolved.  Minus that I don't have any contacts...so text me :)

Anyways, I got to Vegas and Friday night we just hung out and then my brother and I just played games until I was so tired I really had to go to bed.  I was soooooo tired.  This last week was pretty intense and so it was finally time for me to get some shut-eye. 


Saturday morning I wake up and my dad and I start working out in the yard for an hour or two trimming trees and bushes.  My two brothers came out and joined and we finished pretty fast.  It was refreshing to be outside again.  It seriously was the most beautiful weekend ever.  It was a little depressing to come back to Provo with such the gloomy weather and the snow this morning (WT Faith?).  Anyways, so I was enjoying the time outside in the cool desert mornings of Henderson.  I miss those...a lot. 

Well, we decided to go to the city center in Vegas, which is seriously one of the coolest things ever.  Pretty much it is a bunch of huge hotels/condos with shops on the bottom floors and where you walk around there are just a bunch of different art/sculpture galleries.  It was seriously awesome. William and I had fun critiquing the designs from Gucci, Dolce e Gabbana, and some other high fashion places.  There was this one tie shop from France that was selling really lame ties for 180$.  I was like, what the?  But then they had these awesome blue shoes for 200$ and I was really tempted...but then I remembered I was poor.  Boo.


During this whole time I got to meet my beautiful little niece Chloe!!! Yes, it was my first time meeting her and she was born way back in February.  It was seriously so much fun!  She is the cutest little thing in the world.  She loves making bubbles with her mouth and giggling.  She also poops in really boring photography galleries just so that she can get out of it.  (I appreciated it because then I could leave too).  She loved the weather, but only in the shade...and I'm her best friend.  Seriously, she is just too cute.  Every time you pull out a camera, she stops what she is doing and poses.  It is the cutest thing ever.  Fo Real.
Favorite.


Well, after we got done eating and came back home, I went and got my new cell phone and we had our Easter egg hunt and egg dying and dinner.  It was "delish."  Dying eggs is seriously one of my favorite things to do ever.  I love it, even though my egs rarely turn out the way I want it.  The green one is mine and the blue one is my older sister's (not fair, she's a graphic artist).  Anyways, I love just playing in the colors and sitting there talking and joking with my family.  I don't know if anyone realizes how much I enjoy doing stuff like that.  It means a lot to me.

Easter Egg Hunt: way fun.  Except, the Easter Bunny was really good at hiding the silly-putty egg from me....we didn't even find it after going back outside the next day looking for it.  Oh well, I found everything else and it was great.  I got so many nerds I'm excited :)  Plus, at my old job they had these awesome pens that I always wanted and one of the things we had to find was one of those pens!  YES!  I love that!  :)  We also got an egg full of Pop Rocks!  What could get better than that?  Not much, because it is pretty much sweet.  Love Easter.  Seriously.


Probably the funniest moment of the weekend was the whipped cream flipping contest.  What you do is you put a little ball of whipped cream on your wrist and then you whack it into the air with your other arm.  Then, you proceed to try and catch it in your mouth.  Awesome huh?  Anyways, I showed them how it was done, and soon my dad, sister and brothers all joined in on the fun.  It was great watching everyone throwing whipped cream all over the backyard.  I loved it.


Well, my brother brought over his x-Box and we played some sweet games on our awesome outside theater that my dad built.  Unfortunately, it had to end as killing creepy zombies at 11:00pm on a big screen out in the dark kind of freaked me out and so I pulled the whole "get ready for Sunday" card and went to bed.  It was way awesome.  My older bro and I were pretty good together...I love coming home and spending time with him.  He is seriously one of the funniest and coolest guys I've ever met.

Then we had church the next morning.  My old bishop and his wife spoke and gave really good talks on Easter and the true meaning found in Christ's Atonement and Resurrection. It was really good, but I dreaded going to the other classes.  Sometimes, weird things happen...  So, in order to avoid them by myself, I convinced my younger brother to come with me to Elder's Quorum.  He's almost 19 anyways, so it isn't like it was weird or anything.  Plus, an old friend was also visiting and we had a crack-up.  All 3 of us were getting kind of bored in the lesson on Honesty (believe me, it is hard to drag that lesson out to an hour...).  Well, Bro. Henry stops the lesson and asks the teacher if he would kill a man that just raped his 17 year old daughter, and whether or not that was sinning.  Shimmy (sp?), my friend, announces as he makes a bird with his hand, "Bye-Bye Holy Ghost...."

William and I couldn't get enough of that.  We both just died laughing.  Anyways, after that weird and unnecessary conversation (partly because I don't think murder was the answer anyways to that situation), we moved on, but don't worry.  Stay tuned for part 2: Brother Henry's Revenge.  He stops the lesson again and says, "When I was a teacher in church up in Idaho, I used to ask the class if they thought donating to the Indians was a good idea.  They all responded in the affirmative, and so I told them, 'Good, because I go donate to the Indians by gambling on their Reservations.'  I don't believe that is a sin."  Shimmy and I just looked at each other...um, no.   The teacher, bless his heart, tried to avoid confrontation by agreeing with him, but we couldn't let such an obvious wrong go, and so Shimmy tried to speak up explaining how rationalizing little things like that will just snowball into larger sins like pride.  Brother Henry retaliated and said he ain't snowballing nowhere.  I was like, wo, calm down. After a couple minutes of arguing, Shimmy gave up and said, "Ok, whatever Henry." 

William and I laughed.

Then, Brother Henry at the end of the lesson declared that this quote from an apostle was wrong that said, "Perfect Honesty is obtainable in this life."  Bro Henry claimed that once you reach perfect honesty you will be taken up into heaven, but I explained how you can be perfectly honest and not perfectly humble or charitable and how there are still things to work on, but he was not happy with that.  Don't worry, we ended the lesson shortly after.  :)

I'm so glad William was there to witness that with me.  We died laughing on the way home from the stupidity of it and the ridiculousness of the class. That's why sometimes classes like that bug me.  They never stay on subject and bring in all these weird "what-ifs" and speculations.  They were classes like that in which I did not want to bring investigators during the mission.  It's just awkward and weird for them.  But, it gives you great things to laugh about later :)

Anyways, after that, we had lunch with Jeremy and his wife and played some UNO before I had to leave again.  Jeremy, William, Mom and I drove back to the airport and that was it.  I was gone....but it seriously was such an awesome weekend.

Anyways, Peace y'all

Friday, April 22, 2011

Ouch.

I wish I had pictures, but I don't. 

The past week I've been playing probably my two favorite sports ever quite a bit.  But now I hurt.  Before Wednesday, nothing really bad happened, but Wednesday night, the injuries began . . .

Wednesday night:

ULTIMATE FRISBEE!!! It was a great game in a muddy field with snippets of rain here and there and a nice breeze that didn't interfere too much with the game play.  Problem:  I was wearing sneakers, and so the whole running and stopping and changing direction parts didn't work too well.  Finally I had just got the hang of the interactions between my sneakers and the muddy field when exciting things started happening, and then I started hurting.  I dived a couple times, but nothing too out of the ordinary for me.  I like to go for the extreme.  Finally, one pass was just barely out of reach and so I dived as much as I could, but it wasn't just enough, but it was painful.  It went something like this:

But with just me and not catching the frisbee.  So I guess it really wasn't much like that, but you get the idea.  Anyways, I land awkwardly on my stomach in a v formation, with my arms outstretched and legs up, so it kinda knocked the wind out of me, and then I kept sliding...and sliding...and sliding.  Finally, I stop and I get up and I have scratches all up and down my mid-section/abdomen, my shirt is completely drenched in mud as are my arms, and my knee hurts.  I look down: blood.  Oops, I guess that was a bad idea.  Then, a couple minutes later I'm playing and one of the girls runs into my bad hip...ouch.  And then, one of the other guys whacks me in the face as we are jumping for the frisbee.  Ouch, but he apologized, and I caught the frisbee anyways, so BOO YA! 

Well, I get home, and I realize that I itch ALL OVER.  I have quite the sensitive skin, and so it was pretty crazy.  My ankles were swelling a bit from the allergy reaction and I had already packed all my anti-itch cream.  So, I took a shower and prayed that I wouldn't be up all night because of it.  Good thing I prayed, cause I actually got to sleep. :)

Thursday:
Soccer!  Love it.  Well, it was going to be our ward's last little soccer game, and for some reason they decided to go play on turf.  DUMB.  I hate turf.  I don't know why we didn't just play in the grass by our house where more people would have come and which is closer, but whatever.  When we got there, a bunch of my roommate's friends were there and they are ... amazing.  Well, they are good.  The only problem is that we came to have fun, they came to dominate.  So, it was interesting.  Well, a bunch of people started complaining that they didn't want to play with them anymore, and so they went and played another game.  I stayed because I liked watching them play and learning how they ran their runs and made plays.  It was fun. 

I stayed down on defense because even though I'm not the best with the ball, I can read plays pretty well and intercept passes, plus that's what I played all through high school.  Anyways, so, I'm playing in the back and I see one of these opportunities to intercept the pass.  However, instead of getting my foot around the ball to stop it, I put it on  the ball and it flips me up. Kinda like this:

But there wasn't anyone jumping over me, I was just falling...all by myself.  Yeah, that's awkward.  Anyways, my bum starts really hurting and I'm a little worried, but I walk it off.  But then I realize that my arm hurts too...so I look at it, and there are some scrapes from the turf (which wouldn't be there if we played on grass).  But then I keep rotating my arm and I see this ginormous gash coming from the elbow to a third of the way mid-arm.  What the?  But they keep playing, so I'm limping around with a bloody arm that is starting to swell because I think I bruised that too.  Then, some retard on the other team decides to be way overly physical (which I hate it when people do that during "friendly" games.  Freak, take a rest) and so he rams into me and now my ribs on my right side hurt and are really tender.  WTFaith? 

So know I have all these problems put together...and it's not fun.

But wait!  I was packing and I somehow jammed my thumb.  I think that one hurts most of all, and I don't even know where it came from.  Again,  WTFaith.  Boo.

So, I kinda feel like this right now:

but not really.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Best One Liners

So, I'm really bored at work...It's early and I'm tired.  So, I found this website with the TOP 100 one-liners on the internet.  Here are a couple of my favorites:

1
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
2
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather.. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
10
If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
13
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
14
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. 
15
Children: You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next 16 years telling them to sit down and shut-up.
16
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.
17
My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-b****.
28
How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
30
Some people are like Slinkies ... not really good for anything, but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs.
35
Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "If an emergency, notify:" I put "DOCTOR". What's my mother going to do?
36
I didn't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian
37
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
38
I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
41
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
42
The sole purpose of a child's middle name, is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
47
Some people say "If you can't beat them, join them". I say "If you can't beat them, beat them", because they will be expecting you to join them, so you will have the element of surprise.
48
Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?
56
It's not the fall that kills you; it's the sudden stop at the end.
58
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.
62
Hospitality: making your guests feel like they're at home, even if you wish they were.
63
My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right.
65
When in doubt, mumble.
66
I discovered I scream the same way whether I'm about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.
69
A little boy asked his father, "Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?" Father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still paying."
76
I like work. It fascinates me. I sit and look at it for hours.
79
Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.
81
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
83
When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water.
84
You are such a good friend that if we were on a sinking ship together and there was only one life jacket... I'd miss you heaps and think of you often.
86
Knowledge is power, and power corrupts. So study hard and be evil.
87
Does this rag smell like chloroform to you? 
90
A bargain is something you don't need at a price you can't resist.
91
Some people hear voices.. Some see invisible people.. Others have no imagination whatsoever.
93
If winning isn't everything why do they keep score?
97
Hallmark Card: "I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're still here."
 
Runners Up
102
You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'. Need I say more?
104
Why is it that most nudists are people you don't want to see naked?
108
Haikus are easy. But sometimes they don't make sense. Refrigerator.
113
If Bill Gates had a penny for every time I had to reboot my computer...oh wait, he does.
 

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fat Lady: start your singing:

 ...Cause I'm DONE!!!

Yes! I finished my last final today.  It was my Italian Composition final and it turned out to be pretty easy so we'll see how "easily" it was graded.

Anyways, I'm really excited for the summer!  I'm really looking forward to it.  Wondering why?  Here you go:

* Tomorrow I'm going home to Vegas!!  I love it when people get all excited about going to Vegas as if it is some exclusive vacation spot.  For me, it's home and I love it.  Complain all you want about the heat and such, I think it is wonderful.  I can't wait for it!  I haven't been home since December, so I'm pretty stoked to go back.  And by the way, never ask a Las Vegan which hotel he/she lives in...we don't live in hotels.  If you ask me I'll tell you Excalibur, and I'll convince you it's true, and then you'll look dumb, so don't ask. (Yes, I've done it before and yes, I did it to Americans and foreigners.)

One of my favorite people ever....ever.
* When I return from my epic trip to Vegas I'm moving to a new place. I liked my old ward and I had tons of fun, but I'm ready for a change.  I have this problem that I can't stay in one place for too long.  I get antsy (sp?).  I have this strange need to meet new people and have 50 billion friends.  I just love getting to know everyone and finding new friends to hang out with.  Love it.  That's going to be my spring and summer: meeting a whole new ward, new complex, new job, new classes....everything.  I'm pretty much starting over.  Let's see if I'll get it right this time. I love new things.  Sure, it stinks at the beginning, but then it is really exciting and fun.

* That brings me to my next point: this summer is the decision summer.  I know I had my emo post a couple days ago, but really, I'm excited to make the decision and have a future...Yes! Right now I'm going for Italian and Sociology Double Major with an Economics Minor, but we'll see.  I'm taking a Math refresher course since I remember no calculus anymore, and I'm finishing all my science GE's.  YES!!!  I hate GE's.  I'm ready for them to be done, that's for sure.  Then in the Summer Term, I'm taking Sociology 112 to start my sociology classes off.  (I've already taken 329 and loved it, but I have to start from the beginning apparently).  But really, I'm excited.



* Plus it is SUMMER!!!!  Think of all the campouts, hikes, and fun that we can have.  Summer means soccer everyday, morning workouts, reading on the grass, being outside as MUCH as possible, and more.  I love summer.  One thing I really want to do again is go and redo some hikes I've done in Boy Scouts, especially Zion's Narrows and Pine Creek Canyon.  SO much fun, even if one of my friends almost died from the water and the cold.  It was pretty funny, and he survived.  Don't worry, it's not like he was really dying.  He was just really, really cold.  :) 

* Lastly, I'm ready to read non-stop.  I have missed my books, even though I was pretty proud with how many books I read this last semester.  I'm finishing another one up tonight and I'll be ready to attack the rest in the summer.  I have about 10 (excluding multiple books in a series) that are on my list to read, so get ready couch.  I'm going to be reading on you this summer.  I don't understand the whole sit-on-my-bum-and-play-video-games-or-watch-tv-by-myself attitude.  It's rare you'll find me in front of a TV without anyone else there.  I'm not a TV watcher or a video-game player by myself.  Get a group of friends together, and sure, but by myself?  Heck no...  My private time is either my music or my reading time: and I'm doing a lot of that this summer, believe me.

Summer, here we come!!!!


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Confessions of a Mormon College Student

I'm going to avoid reading for my last class to let out a secret...What's my latest confession?  

I'm a Hopeless Romantic...
 Let me give you a definition that I found online on what is entailed in this new .... frame of mind?

I want to do this for my wedding announcement.
1: A person who daydreams about romantic occasions and dreams of chances where he/she will be able to perform a romantic act to their love, yet never gets the chance to.

2: This person is in love with love. They believe in fairy tales and love. They're not to be confused as stalkers or creepy because that's not what a hopeless romantic is. All hopeless romantics are idealists, the sentimental dreamers, the imaginative, and the fanciful when you get to know them. They often live with rose colored glasses on. They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do for their special someone.



3. A hopeless romantic is one who looks for the a singular person on this world that makes their world come together. They are indeed looking for the man or woman of their dreams. As a result, they prefer not to live in reality. The hopeless romantic knows the reality of love is that reality has no business being in love. This is why they will often perform grandiose gestures that may be seen as unsettling or borderline crazy to non-romantics. But to the fellow few romantics, these same gestures will be adored as beautifully and obscenely quixotic. And such is the "hope" of the hopeless romantic- to not only find the one who loves receiving such love, but loves giving such love. And the true hopeless romantic would always rather give than receive. Because they know then and only then, will there be true love. 

 I don't know where it came from, but I really am in love with love.  I know its wrong and we've heard countless times when the Apostles and prophets have said that you and your wife don't start out as soul mates, but you become soul mates.  Yet, I think I have been sweetly poisoned by the Hollywood stories like Return to Me, On the Town, While you Were Sleeping, etc.  Love found everyone where they least expected it, and I sometimes when that is going to happen.  I want to walk into a restaurant, meet a hilarious woman who puts tap water in my rude blind date's bottled water in spite, leave my phone there, come back and end up in Florence with her madly in love.  (P.S. - One of the funniest movies...ever)  I mean, why not?  Right? 

Haha, it would be great.  I just want that "a-hah!" moment that seems to happen to everyone else.  You know what is the worst part...I used to make fun of people like me.  Boo.  Well, guess the joke is on me.  Laugh at me all you want, but either I'll wake up or I'll get my Hollywood love scene someday :)

For example, I imagine that when I meet my future wife it will be a little like this (minus lying in bed together the first time we meet):

I told you so

So, already my life is reminding me that things are going ok.  I just finished my 4th out of 6 finals and although I was bummed about some things, I think this semester will come out ok.

I got A's in all my dance classes: 185, 184, 280
I got an A in my music 190 class, which my mom said was expected of me
I got an A in my medical sociology class: seriously tied for my favorite class ever at BYU.
Despite a D on my final in PDBio (I know, I'm really ashamed),  I'm scraping by with an A-. Good thing it is only a 2 credit class...

Now I just have to worry about Italian and Religion.  I think those will go over pretty well.  So, I'm aiming for 13 credits of A and 2 credits of A-.  Not what I wanted at the beginning, but it's the best semester I've had at BYU by far.  Yes!

But, the best news ever?  I'm GOING HOME THIS WEEKEND!!!  My mom just bought me plane tickets that she found for cheap online and I get to spend Easter weekend with my parents, my brother, and I get to see my niece!!! I'm sooo excited.  YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Hahahahahahahaha!!!! Today's a good one :)

Peace everyone.

Here are pics of my niece:





Monday, April 18, 2011

My Emo Post

I think everyone deserves at least one Emo post where they can feel completely self-centered and victimized.  I know this isn't a good attitude, but I'm in it right now and maybe writing about it will get me out of my rut. Boo.

Sometimes, life sucks.  Don't get me wrong.  I love it.  But at the same time.  Boo.

Wow, that line was completely and utterly undescriptive (word?).  But...deal with it.  I think that one of my problems are the billion of conflicts that are raging inside me.  I hate decisions.  They seriously stink more than garbage cans that have been left out in Napoli where the garbage trucks haven't been by in months.  I have like 50 billion to make in the next couple of weeks and I don't want to.  I want to run away with my lover and live a wonderfully simple life as a cellist and pianist in a sweet little-town-jazz-band and never have to worry about anything ever again.  Just like the movies.  Why do they have to make us want the most unrealistic things ever???  But back to these dumb decisions:
I don't think I'd need it...
1.  Major.  Dumb.  Why do I have to choose now?  This ridiculous society has been making me do everything from science to languages and my personality is to indulge myself in all learning so that I learned to love every subject...now, they are telling me to choose one.  What the?  Who do you think you are to do that to people?  Jerks!  That's 100% not cool.  It's like letting children gorge themselves with as many flavors of Ben and Jerry's they can get, and then when they are 22 you say, ok pick one.  And you'll have to only have that the rest of your life.  No.  That I think falls under cruel and unusual punishment, and we haven't even committed a crime.  Rude.

2.  Work - So, for the Fall Semester I've been offered two jobs: one as a freshman mentor and one as a TA for a sociology class. I can't do both because you can't work over 20 hours a week on campus, and the minimum I would work would be 25.  So, I have to choose.  But I CAN'T.  Seriously.  I would love to TA, but it is only 10 hours a week: not enough.  I love freshman mentoring, but my job plans fall in line with TAing better.  I could do TA for free, but that is a lot of work.  Done.  I'm done with decisions.  It's ridiculous.  Where's my decision maker when I need it?  I'm considering taking just a half-time schedule in the Fall since I've gone Spring-Summer-Fall-Winter-Spring-Summer....I could take just 12 credits....that would be awesome and it would give me a nice little break.  I actually think I might do that, and then I could work more :)

3.)  These big decisions about who I want to be and who I want to marry and what I want with my life are so conflicting. I feel like I've spread myself 200% too thin these last couple of semesters and I don't want to do it again.  I apologize to all those friends of mine who feel shafted lately.  I don't hate you, I promise.  I just can't be everyone's friend all the time.  People have told me that I have such a large (? yeah, I was confused too) personality that they feel comfortable enough to tell me all about their life.  That's great, I'm here to listen, but there are only 2 people that I can think of that will seriously sit down and listen to my problems.  Honestly.  One is my brother, and the other is a great friend that I feel we understand each other enough to be able to know when to shut up and listen to each other.  It works out great. But so many other people just come and dump problems on me like it's normal and leave.  What the? 

I love to help, but I am not your garbage can.  Then some people have the audacity to be mad when I tell them that they are wrong in certain situations and ignore my advice.  I'm sorry, but if you are coming to me with advice and you won't admit you are wrong, you have issues and I'm going to tell you straight up.  Anyways, this is a topic for another time, and I am talking about decisions here.  Stop getting off track.

But yeah, I hate deciding what interests to pursue and what dreams to follow.  There are so many.  I'm seriously jealous of all of you single-dreamers.  You have the ultimate dreamJealous as.  I have so many things I would like to become and the older I get, the more I realize that my dream life really is impossible in reality.  Is this just a part of growing up?  Realizing that some dreams don't come true?  That's what I've lived for...a fulfillment of these dreams. But they aren't working out.  I think that is my greatest frustration.  I feel that I'm not living up to expectations, my own, my family's, the Lord's.  I'm just falling farther and farther behind on the path that I should be taking, but what can I do?  Bleah.  It is wearing me down and I can't take it anymore.  I can't be everything.  But I want to be so much.  I love everything the world has to offer, it is cruel to take so much of it away.

But, in the end, I know it will all work out.  That is one dream that I will never lose sight of.  I have the hope of and faith in the Gospel that my life will be one of fulfillment and that the Lord will lead me to where I'm supposed to go.  I love Him and I will continue my search to understand and follow His will so that I can return to live with Him someday.  So, although this was my emo-post-freebie, I'd like everyone to know that it will all work out.  No matter how frustrated I am or you are right now, it will all work out.  Of that I am 100% sure.


P.S. - Just because I said that people shouldn't treat me like a garbage dump for their problems, don't be afraid to come talk to me.  I listen always, even if I have 1 bijillion things to do, I'll listen.  I love helping you.  I only ask two things:  that if you are coming to seek advice, really listen.  Don't just act like you are listening, but you really came to complain and to gain a supporter for your cause.  I'm a neutral listener and will help you, but not if you are wrong.  Two, just realize that the person that you are dumping problems on (and this goes for if you talk to other people about them) that they have them too.  Ask them how they are doing and help share their burden as well.  I wish that people would really ask how I'm doing more often than just the "How are you?" in passing.... I'll be better at that too.