The "Merry Christmas" Post

Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm not going to say too much about Christmas. All I'll say is its great to spend it with those you love and those who hopefully love you back. Family is wonderful, friends are excellent, and Christ is King. If you can spend Christmas with all three, you're living pretty darn high on the hog.

Let me say a word or two now on another... ..."note," if you will. Have you ever heard the phrase, "lets make like a fart and blow this hole?" The first time I ever heard that, I about passed out laughing! Why? Because farting never gets old. It never has and hopefully never will!

If you were to ask my mom what me and my brothers favorite pastime is, she'd probably be the first to shoot out the answer, "Farting." We do it all the time. I don't know why she always gets so bent out of shape about it either. I mean, we've been crackin em off so long that its not like she doesn't expect it. She laughs when she cuts the cheese, so why is it so rude for us to laugh when we flatulate? Now, she's not one to stick her but in your face the moment before the BOOM, and she's never done a buttercup, but whats the difference! A farts a fart, and its funny either way. So next time you have one and you need to cut it loose, just let it go man. Let it go!!

PS She emailed back eh? (refer to my my post on Dec. 16, 2005)

Name that song! (its my most recent favorite)

I heard about your trip. I heard about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights and the cool guys that you spent them with. I guess I should of heard of them from you. I guess I should of heard of them from you.

(Chorus)
Don't you see? Don't you see, that the charade is over? And all the best deceptions and the clever cover story award go to you. So kiss me hard cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back someday. End this awkward kiss that tells of other peoples lips. This will be of service to giving you away.

I heard about your regrets. I heard that you were feeling sorry. I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. I guess I should of heard of that from you. I guess I should have heard of that from you.

(Chorus)


I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers. I'll be all right when my hands get warm. Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you never heard my voice. You're calling too late. Too late to be gracious. You do not warrant long goodbyes. You're calling to late. You're calling to late. You're calling too late.

Vent-age

Where to start... "Have you ever loved somebody so much it made you hurt?" Isn't that a song? Let me tell y'all a little about my love life. Right now it's about as busy as an airconditioner shop in Antarctica. With in the last year, I was in love. I met an amazing women who I wanted to marry. The crappy part was that she didn't want to marry me. Was she not ready to settle down? Or maybe she just didn't want to settle. The story I heard is that she wanted to serve a mission.

(enter "vent-age")

Why the HADES doesn't she ever talk to me anymore? I mean, is it really that hard for somone that supposedlly loved and still loves you to drop you a line every now and then? Shes the one that called me crying saying she didn't want to be a horrible part of my past. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if someone breaks your heart, doesn't that put them in pretty good position to be a horrible part of your past? It takes some slick maneuvering to get out of that bind.

I guess the moral is that she wanted to be friends. I also want to be friends. I feel like I put forth effort and get nothing in return. I have written her emails but to no avail. She disappears long enough for me to get to the point that I figure I'll never hear from her again, and then BOOM! She'll write me a text message or sends me a little email just to throw me for a loop. I know she's not trying to play with my heartstrings so much, but a word of advice to all you women folk out there. Don't gerk the guy around! Either cut him loose or be his friend. None of this middle ground crap!!!

The Ending

Also known as finals... I just took my Calc III final today. That was pretty exciting. First of all, It sucked. Second of all, I sucked. Any math test at 7 a.m. is gonna suck. At least its over with. There was only three questions that I had no clue on. Three out of twenty that is. Only 15 % of the test and 1.5 percent of my final grade. No biggie, right?. I ask myself, should I try to learn it after the fact? Would it benefit me in later math and physics classes? Probably. Will I do it? Probably not. I think I'll be content with moving on, just as is required of us in most aspects of life. You live, you learn, and you move on. I've recently learned that lesson to a much greater degree than I ever have before. So, as Chuck used to always say, "life sucks and then you die." True in a way, but at the same time, so wrong. Life is glorious because it can suck, but we can learn so much through it sucking and then we still get to die which is a great thing too. One of these days, I'll put up a quote that I just love, on how death is so necessary. Honestly, would you really want to live forever?

The Beginnings

So, I'm somewhat new to this and if anyone ever does read this, know that my typing is often spuratic and sloppy at best. I'm a neat handwriter, but it didn't carry over into my learning how to type.

Today I had the opportunity to learn how to lay carpet. Yep, sounds like fun huh? It actually is! It was a great day. For those of you familiar with the Gem State (Idaho), I'm a student in Rexburg Idaho at BYU - Idaho. Great school, great fun, great weather. Actually its pretty cold. I left town this morning just after 6 to go help my uncle lay carpet in Burley, about two hours away. I bought me a truck on Friday, and in preparation for this drive so early in the morning, I decided to buy a soda that would keep me awake. the Sprite Aruba Jam spent the night in the back of my new truck so it would be cold in the morning. I know. You're probably thinking it exploded. I'm not that dumb! I drank a little bit so that it wouldn't burst the bottle. This morning it was a big chunk of ice so I left it. That is until just before Pocatello when I got a little bit thirsty.

I pulled off the interstate to get this frozen treat, and as I reentered the interstate, I cracked the lid. It shot me in the eye!! I had to pull off again, but this time with only one eye! I couldn't see a thing out of my left. I had soda all over the ceiling, the floor, my crotch, and my face. Talk about embarrasing! Try walkiing into a gas station at 7 in the morning when it looks like you wet your pants! Anywho, it was a good day.

I found out alot of neat things about my uncle. I havn't really seen him since '97 or so. He told me all sorts of stories about his time in Vietnam, and how much life changed when he got back. He told me why he enlisted, how he got into carpet laying, why he was still working at the ripe old age of almost 60? (he doesn't keep track of how old he is, so he really doesn't know.) He took me out to breakfast and lunch at a cafe that he and his wife own and she cooks at. All in all, a great way to spend a day, hanging out with Uncle Steve.

I have a calc III final tommorrow and I havn't hardly studied. I did have somewhat of a date tonight. That was pretty exciting. Hr name is Kristin and shes my little freshman friend. First date for me in a loooooong time, and I'm not gonna lie; I hate dates, so I didn't really enjoy it. Thats ok. Gotta date I guess. Anywho, enough ramblings for one night eh? I reckon maybe I'll say a little about myself one of these days!