Thursday, March 28, 2013
My date with Rachel
Last night I had a great adventure. I asked Rachel Easter on a date to go hike to the Y on the mountain. This may not seem extraordinary but I asked her at 11:40 PM. When she answered my phone call, she had just finished getting ready for bed. Lucky for me, she agreed to accompany me on the hike. I picked her up a few minutes after midnight. The hike was really fun especially because there was a full moon last night. I thought that it was going to be a bit chilly because it was the middle of the night but when we started hiking it proved to be much warmer than I initially thought. It only took a few hundred yards before Rachel nearly ripped my shirt off my body. What actually happened was we both had hoodies on and our body temperatures were elevated because of the hike. Since I had two shirts on, I offered her one of mine since she did not bring one or something like. I am not really sure how that works but you can ask her. Anyways, we got home from our date just after three in the morning. Thanks for the fun date Rachel!
Gymnastics career
As a little boy, my loving mother enrolled me in
gymnastics lessons. I was 5 years old
when I started. I did well and excelled
quickly. When I was 10 years old, I my
skills on the floor exercise routine would consist of back hand springs, back
flips, and various other skills. I was
probably best on the pommel horse. My
pommel horse routine consisted mostly of swinging my legs around the pommel
horse with my hands firmly planted. I
would do about 15 to 20 circles by the end of my routine. On the rings, I did not do very many
impressive tricks. When I quit
gymnastics I was trying to do sweet tricks on the vault. Parallel bars were hard and I did not do very
well on them. High bar was fun but that
is the event that forced me to quit.
When I was doing a reverse giant, my grip slipped and my body flew away
from the 9 foot high bar. I landed with
my chest on the mat and my face implanted into the mat. My back was arched and my feet were around my
ears. It hurt and the injury ended my
gymnastics career.
hot pots on Monday
I went to the hot pots up Spanish Fork Canyon again on this last Monday after I
had already gone on Saturday. I had a
much better time on Monday than I did on Saturday. When I went on Monday, I went with a good
friend of mine named Maddie. Maddie and
I went on choir tour together when we were 14 and 15 years old. When we were 16, we went on a few dates together. Then she got a boyfriend and decided that she
did not really want to spend time with anyone anymore. Anyways now that she broke up with her
boyfriend, I decided to take her on a date again. We went up to the hot pots and talked the
whole way up there. I was pleased to
find that the best hot pots were not yet occupied. We promptly took them. The pots were so hot that we could not sit
for more than a few moments before we jumped out. We found that the cold water intake pipe had
been blocked so we went and unblocked it.
That cooled the pool down and we talked about why her ex was not worthy to
serve a mission. All things considered,
I had fun.
Hot pots last Saturday
This last Saturday, I went on an adventure to the
hot pots that are up Spanish Fork Canyon.
I went up there with my roommate Will and John. It was supposed to be a group date but it
seems that everyone was able to find a date except for me. I asked all of the girls I could think of
that would go with me but no one wanted to go with me. William asked a girl that he knew from summer
semester. Those two have become chummy
and he now owes the dorm ice cream (if you know what I mean). John asked a girl named Andrea. She is nice and I am glad I got to see the
two of them together because they are cute.
Anyways, when we went up to the hot pots, there was a group of drunken
losers in the biggest pool which is fine.
Live and let live right? So I
ventured up to another group of hot pots only to find a man happily displaying his
body. All of his body was hanging
loose. So we were stuck with the hot pot
that was only mildly warm. All in all,
it was fun though.
My xbox
A few weeks ago, I decided that I wanted an Xbox
360. I planned to pay for my Xbox by
donating blood plasma at the new Grifols facility on 900 east in Provo. By donating plasma, I would be able to raise
enough money to pay for my Xbox in a matter of only a few weeks. This was a brilliant plan except for the part
that was not planned for. I was permanently
deferred from donating plasma with their facility because I have tested
positive for a Coombs test. I do not
know what that means but I do not like it because it means that I cannot donate
plasma anymore. I had already purchased
my Xbox for $100. This does not bother
me because I recently sold it for $150.
I was happy to sell it for a $50 profit.
Now I am currently trying to sell my Banjo Kazooie game, wireless
controller, and Call of Duty Black Ops 2.
All of those things are fairly easy to sell I just have not gotten
around to it. When I sold my Xbox I
sold it to a big fat guy. He was nice
but he looked old and still lived with his parents.
Tyler.
I have a friend by the name of Tyler Porter. He was a good friend to me before he
died. Just kidding he is alive and well
but he did go on a mission to Chile.
Tyler was a nice kid to hang around and was pretty funny. His nose is so massively large that he looks
like a Navi from the movie Avatar. The
only difference is his face is not always blue.
I like Tyler and appreciate his friendship. He introduced me to my good friend
Tennyson. I like Tennyson too. He is also on a mission. When Tyler went to the Missionary Training
Center, I did not even know that he left.
I am happy to report that he wrote me a letter once. I never wrote him back. I should write to him since he was nice
enough to write to me. I would like to
be around when he gets home from honorably serving the Lord but I will most
likely be on my mission. I cannot wait
to see him again after I return from my mission. On second thought, I think I can wait but I
am excited for his return to America.
McDonalds
I went to McDonalds to satisfy my hunger late in the
evening. McDonalds has a wonderful menu
of delicious food all for a low price.
When I order from McDonalds, the staff is always intelligent and can
communicate clearly in the English language.
Perhaps my favorite part of ordering from the folks as McDonalds, they
all look like they love their jobs. It
definitely does not smell like little kids smash their food on the walls before
letting fall to the ground where everyone has the opportunity to walk all over
it and grind it into the grout between floor tiles. The tables are cleaned constantly and do not
have ketchup remains smeared from one end of the table to the other. I like to think about where my food came from
before I eat it. I hear that McDonalds
treats lots of animals with high ethical standards. Then they do not include parts of the animal
that no human should eat. They realize
that it is worth their time to throw away those parts. Are you ready for the conclusion?
I am kidding.
McDonalds is despicable. I do not
like the food they serve or the ambience they foster.
Reflection
As I was reading through what are commonly referred to as the “war chapters” I read about how many of the people were slain of both the Nephites and the Lamanites. According to the account given by Mormon, there were in total approximately 230,000 Nephites slain. In his account, Mormon mentions that they were mourning; however, they were not mourning unto repentance. They were instead mourning for their losses and for hatred toward their brethren. As I was contemplating this, I thought of the scripture in Matthew 5:44 that instructs us to love our enemies. I put myself in the shoes of the Nephites and thought about what I would do. I believe that I would tend towards taking care of the ones I love even if that means to be vengeful. It would be very hard for me to know that there was a man that brutally murdered my friend and left his family without a father, husband, and provider. If I really cared about him as a friend I would make sure that I did everything I could to make sure that the murder would not walk away from his crime. Then I began to think about what Jesus Christ would do. I can picture Jesus caring for the murderer while teaching him that he must pay for his sins. While it is very hard for me, it is more important for me to become more like Jesus and live by the teachings that He has asked me to live by.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
ALL ABOUT RACHEL EASTER!!
So there was a time when Krispy Kreme threw away a large
quantity of donuts. It was at this time
that I, along with some friends, joined my good friend in grabbing donuts. My good friend is known by the name of Rachel
Easter. Upon collecting nearly 50 pounds
of donuts, little Miss Easter asserted that she could eat more donuts than
me. This erroneous notion was fueled by
Miss Easter’s roommates who degraded me into thinking that she could possibly have
a chance at competing with me. At the
beginning of the doughnut eating competition, I pulled ahead by eating 3
donuts. Rachel answered by stacking 3
donuts and eating all 3 at once. This
was impressive, but no competition for my doughnut eating ability. I quickly gobbled until I was at 8
donuts. Rachel’s next triple stack, as
she called it, was no match for me. When
finishing her second triple stack, she tossed a portion of her doughnut into the
bushes hoping that I would not notice. Cheater. After polishing off my twelfth doughnut and
beginning my thirteenth, Miss Easter wept and nearly gagged as she walked a
shameful defeat out the door and tossed her half eaten twelfth doughnut into the
bushes. Defeated and broken, she walked
the long walk back to her dorm as I triumphantly carried my bag of winning
donuts back to my dorm. I was very impressed by Rachel’s ability to
eat donuts, but it was no match for my superior skill. Thanks for playing Miss Easter.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Backpacking
If I were to go on a backpacking trip I would take my close
friend Tennyson Renner. Tennyson is a
tough and rugged character. Right now he
is currently serving a mission. He is 20
years old but is at the MTC still. He leaves
to serve the Lord for two years in the Bangkok, Thailand mission. The reason that I would choose him to
accompany me on a backpacking trip is because he is a righteous, knowledgeable,
and experienced person. His set of moral
values his high and similar to my collection of morals. Also, he and I get along really well and have
a similar outlook on life. Tennyson
would be a very competent person to take with me into the mountains. He has knowledge of the outdoors and a
mountain sense. This would be beneficial
to me as we trekked through the woods.
Also he is a gun owner and goes shooting regularly. This would provide an added sense of security
and protection not only from wild life, but also from crazy people and
zombies. Basically I would choose to
take my friend Tennyson because he is a lot like me and I would have fun with
him.
Why we have to make blog posts
I am trying to think about why I am writing these blog
posts. I do not feel like I am doing
anything other than wasting time that I could spend researching my topic for my
issues paper. Is blogging a skill that
you need to survive in the professional world?
Absolutely not. I am not learning
how to write any better. Perhaps the
reason that we are required to keep a blog is to improve our gross words per
minute when we type. I definitely feel
like my fingers are flying with elegant grace over my keyboard. Is a blog anything more than an online
journal that anyone can read? I know
that my blog posts are not very insightful.
So what is the purpose of writing blog posts? Perhaps one reason that we are required to
write blog posts is that it keeps us writing constantly. If we are in the habit of writing and
committing our thoughts to paper, or a Microsoft Word document, then it will be
easier for us to write our essays. Or
even maybe it is so that we can spend more time out of the classroom thinking
about writing. I do not really know why
we have to post on a blog.
Girls at the G Eazy concert
I have had a craving that I have never had before. I wanted to smoke weed for the first time in
my life. I did not act on my craving for
some obvious reasons. While I was in
high school and junior high school I was never offered the opportunity to light
up. Because I never had the opportunity
to smoke a joint, I never did. When I
was in attendance at the G Eazy concert, there were people smoking pot on my
left, right, in front, and behind me. This
did not bother me because it was not that bad.
What did bother me was that the girls that had the marijuana were as
young as 14 years old. I do like girls
but I do not like 15 year old girls that are baked out of their minds trying to
grind up in my business. I have a
hinting suspicion that those girls are not the girls that I am going to be
seeing around BYU campus anytime soon. I
wonder how those girls are going to end up.
I tend to think that girls are innately virtuous but the girls I saw at
the concert did not strike me as the temple goes. I have no idea what the point of this blog
post is.
G Eazy
I had the fortunate opportunity to attend a concert by an
artist by the name of G Eazy. G Eazy is
in the hip hop genre. Even though he is
classified as a hip hop artist, his rap is laid back. His music sounds like the way you would sound
if you wrote music while you were high.
Now that I think about it, that is probably what happened. Anyways, the concert was at In the
Venue. This venue is located somewhere
in Salt Lake. When I got to the concert
with my friends that were with me, I started to look around at the crowd that I
was going to be spending the next few hours with. I realized that this was a very different
crowd than my family home evening group.
I was excited to be there at the concert because I have a lot of fun at
concerts. Skizzy Mars opened the concert
for G Eazy and he sounded pretty good.
When G Eazy came out on stage, he asked the audience if he could light
up with us. Then he proceeded to pull a
joint out of his pocket and take a few hits before passing it along to a
groupie. After everything, I had a lot
of fun.
Deaf or Blind?
Would you rather live a life being deaf or blind? I think that if I had the option to choose, I
would rather be deaf. I love to listen
to music, but what I love more is being able to create things with my
hands. If I were blind, I would not be
able to work on my car, or thread a fishing line as well as I would with my
vision. I love creating things and I
think that if I was deaf, I would learn a trade such as welding or woodworking
to support myself. This is something
that I would thoroughly enjoy. I already
have experience in a metal working shop and am currently a certified entry
level welding technician. Some of the
things that I would be able to create include items such as boat trailers,
custom car frames, porch swings, and weight lifting equipment among many other
items. For example, boat trailers can
sell for thousands of dollars. That way
I would only need to make about one trailer per week. That would allow me to work hard for only a
few hours each day and I would be able to create enough trailers to support
myself.
Reflection on BOM
As I began to ponder about my last post and how the Lord is merciful even if it seems like a punishment, I tried to relate this to my own life as I try to do with the principles taught in religion class. I was thinking and I realized that there was one particular instance where the Lord was merciful to me and I did not realize it. When I was a child, I was jumping on the trampoline when I decided it was time to head inside. For my dismount, I thought I would try a front flip into a shallow pile of leaves. Midway through the air, my body was caught by a trash can around my midsection. This was very painful and I began to cry. As I reflect back on the experience, the Lord was merciful for letting me land on the trashcan because if I had not, I would have landed on my head. This could have broken my neck, paralyzed my body, or caused severe brain damage. But instead I was protected. I think back on this experience on contemplate how many other times it seems like I am a victim of misfortune, but in reality I am being protected from a more fateful trial if it had not happened to me.
BOM
As I was reading through the assigned readings, I was
reading about how all of the destruction and all of the terrible calamities
that came down upon the Americas. From
the description given, it would seem like the worst punishment to ever be
enforced upon man. In 3 Nephi 9:3-10,
the Lord talks about the great and powerful cities that He has obliterated. There is every kind of painful death that you
can think of from the burning of Zarahemla with fire, to the city of Moronihah
being covered with earth, and Gilgal being sunk by water. What I found particularly notable was that in
3 Nephi 9:14 the Lord says “mine arm of mercy is extended toward you” I found
this to be somewhat contrary to the description of the suffering that was being
experienced by the inhabitants of the earth at this time. I was not until Bro. Griffin mentioned that
it was indeed merciful of God to bring calamities like that for a number of
reasons. One reason being that if all of
those people had been killed and their bodies were not destroyed, they would
have plagued the land with a terrible smell and would pollute the soil similar
to the land of Desolation.
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