Happy 50th Post!

I can't believe I have fifty posts. That's pretty crazy, if you ask me, that I had enough funny stories or entertaing things that would eventually add up to fifty. For those Spainiards out there, I hope you like the fifty I chose.


Here's another one that involves Compulsion Indecision. I was at his intermural soccer game last Saturday, and while he was taking a little break, meaning he had just been subbed out, we heard these two guys talking behind us, one of them said, "Do you ever see a girl so hot you don't know what to do?" That made me laugh, and then my brother said that the other guy said, "Those are good days." I don't know what they were referencing, but I thought that it was a really funny thing to say, so I laughed and have told my roomates about it.


I was talking to my little sister yesterday on the phone at about eleven, noon her time, and she had just gotten up. She was telling me about these earrings that she got that were really long, about to her shoulders or something, and my mom wouldn't let her wear them to church because they were too extreme. They might have been, but come on, it's church. I guess they might have been distracting, so I suppose I should make sure that my earrings are modest the next time I go to church. Right.


I can't believe I'm going home in two weeks. Only one more Friday at work taking care of recycling, only a couple of weeks until I get to sleep in my own room, in my own bed. I kind of wish it would be stormy when I get home. I don't know why, maybe it's because I like storms, especially in the summer out there. Home. Everytime I think of it, I smile. All of those memories, Mom cooking dinner over the stove, watching my brothers put their ties on on Sunday, I won't get that at home anymore since they're all gone, reading the comics on Sundays with my dad, frozen pizzas, the humidity, man, there are so many wonderful things I love about my home. Hurray!

This Aint No Womens Barbecue

Today my roomates and I had planned to interview one of the guy's apartments in our ward for ward prayer spotlight. We had set up an appointment with one of the members of the apartment, and so we set off to find out their deepest darkest secrets. However, we also saw a flyer earlier that day for an Elder's Quorum Barbecue, which had the title of this post at the bottom. The time of the barbecue also conflicted with the time we had planned to meet with the apartment, but we hoped the guys had remembered our appointment. We got there, knocked on their door, and then in the stairway above us, we hear several male voices asking, "Can we help you?" Some of the guys in our ward were barbecuing above us with little propane dealies, making shiskabobs. Then the hilarity began. We walked up the stairs asking where the guys form the apartment we were going to interview were, and some of them were at the barbecue. Imagine that. And then, they began offering us food, to make us some themselves. They wouldn't hardly let us leave without some. And then we questioned them about the last line of their flyer, about it not being a women's barbecue, and they kind of implied that it would not be your average cook-out of burgers and hot dogs, but I don't know how that makes it a women's barbecue. The whole time there, I was asking myself, "What am I doing at the Elder's Quorum Party?" It was crazy hilarity the whole time. We were there for about a half of an hour, but it was tons of fun. I guess we got to know the guys better, if nothing else.

For all those Special people who like the Olympics

Today I volunteered to conduct the music in Sacrament Meeting again today, just so that I would have the opportunity to serve and stuff, and as I stood up there today, I felt like my mother so much. It was a really strange feeling for me, since I know that I'm turning into her, but it was just the mannerisms I was using and the style of my conducting that I felt like her. We also sang "Abide with Me" as the closing song, and we had sung it together before in sacrament meeting back home, and I could just hear her voice singing the words of her solo on one of the verses. I believe I may already be reverting back to my childlike state that I was in at home, a completely lost innocence out here in "the world" or at least at college.

It's weird to think that I will be here only two more Sundays, I love my ward so much already and am so sad to be leaaving it. Every time I tell someone else when I will be leaving, it makes me kind of wish I could stay here forever, scary thought I know, to stay in this campus town with all of them Mormons, but it's such a great environment to be in. Everyone cares about everyone else, and there are so many service opportunities. It's just great. Actually, my ward is going to be helping in the Special Olympics on Saturday, so that should be a great chance to get to know the ward members better and to especially feel the spirit.

Helga saved my life dude

I decided that my last day of work will be June 23rd, so goodbye window washing and picking up after other people, oh wait, that's probably what I'll be doing at home. I've been looking at flights for Saturday, to get home in time for Finger Sucker's musical debut and solo performance, but little luck so far for anything great under $200. I also realized that I have to pay the rent today. Great. That'll teach me to spend money frivilously. Dang. I called my oldest sister Audrey yesterday for the first time, not that we don't hear about eachother's lives, but it's so rare that it's one on one, since she's eleven years older than me. I called her to figure out when she, the hubby, and the kiddies are coming out here in order to decide when to blow this joint and such. I think it will be interesting to interact with her, since I think she's the sister that I am most similar to, besides my mom, but my mom is obviously not my sister.

My internet has been retarded lately, all I can get is this random low signal with the name Helga or something, but my own connection with shows strong signal strength, is not working at all. Supposedly, it has something to do with the people who live across the way and need to plug something in. That's the lovely stress I am going through. Not very much, thankfully.