Tonight, I venture to a baseball game, spend time with family, and enjoy God's favorite sport. (Don't believe me? check Genesis 1:1)...
Last Night, I visited with a wonderful woman in my ward (fancy illiteration, huh), discussed everything from westerns to golf, and found pleasure in conversation...
Saturday Night, I made the pilgrimage to senior dinner dance, borrowing from my good friend B.E. it was one of the many last_______ of my senior year, spent time with friends old and new, and danced it up like a fool...
Friday Night, I played football, with friends, scored a few TDs, looked good for the ladies, and went to seminary....
All in all, a good weekend, full of fun, hard work, and, of course, great friends.
Stop...Shower Time!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
D'oh Moment of the Day
Well, I just kissed:
10% of books cost
Starting at the beginning of this epic tale, I was on a McDonald's run for the picture taking crew this afternoon. Needless to say, I took every order with care and dedication, pulled into the parking lot, double checked the order, opened the door of my 2001 PT Cruiser, locked the door, got out of the car, shut the door, and stared, in utter disbelief at my lanyard, attached to my keys, still hanging in the ignition of this fine automobile.
Needless to say, this was an 'aw shi...'moment, but I guarded my tongue, as per the seminary challenge, reached for my cell phone, and, wait for it...another 'aw shi..' moment! I left my phone at home, so as not to be a test nullifying distraction in this year's AP English exam.
Life felt pretty sucky right about now, and, scrambling for change for a one dollar bill in quarters, I called my mom and announced my folly. She was not pleased...at all. I walked back to the shoot, borrowed her cell phone, and called the locksmith, who promptly arrived after half an hour of butt-numbing hood sitting.
The handy dandy locksmith pulled up, tools in hand, and began work on my car. I anticipated a few "hold this," and "keep this here"s. But no. He walked up, jammed a wedge into the rubber window sill, reached into my door with a slim jim, and unlocked the car. He then requested payment, the $50 alluded to earlier, and was off, in under a minute. If NASCAR needed locks picked, this guy would be the front-runner for the job.
It was a day of firsts:
All in all, it wasn't too bad. I didn't die, no one was robbed, and, if bioethics law doesn't pan out, heck, I got a new career path out of the whole experience.
Oh, and PS, if you ever do something dumb like this, make sure you've got a spare key to your car, because not having one really sucks! (and if you can, get your parents to foot the bill, then you have absolutely no out-of-pocket expense! SCORE!)
10% of books cost
20% of a month's rent
2% of a semester's tuition
150% of a group date date
a juicy Ruths Chris steak
goodbye today. LAME. And what did I receive in return for this glorious $50 of my own hard earned cash? Less than a minute's worth of labor, that's what. Goodness, I need to become a locksmithStarting at the beginning of this epic tale, I was on a McDonald's run for the picture taking crew this afternoon. Needless to say, I took every order with care and dedication, pulled into the parking lot, double checked the order, opened the door of my 2001 PT Cruiser, locked the door, got out of the car, shut the door, and stared, in utter disbelief at my lanyard, attached to my keys, still hanging in the ignition of this fine automobile.
Needless to say, this was an 'aw shi...'moment, but I guarded my tongue, as per the seminary challenge, reached for my cell phone, and, wait for it...another 'aw shi..' moment! I left my phone at home, so as not to be a test nullifying distraction in this year's AP English exam.
Life felt pretty sucky right about now, and, scrambling for change for a one dollar bill in quarters, I called my mom and announced my folly. She was not pleased...at all. I walked back to the shoot, borrowed her cell phone, and called the locksmith, who promptly arrived after half an hour of butt-numbing hood sitting.
The handy dandy locksmith pulled up, tools in hand, and began work on my car. I anticipated a few "hold this," and "keep this here"s. But no. He walked up, jammed a wedge into the rubber window sill, reached into my door with a slim jim, and unlocked the car. He then requested payment, the $50 alluded to earlier, and was off, in under a minute. If NASCAR needed locks picked, this guy would be the front-runner for the job.
It was a day of firsts:
-First time locking my keys in the car
-First time not being able to jimmy the lock by myself
-First time using a payphone (ooh I felt like a legit stranded motorist)
-First time calling a locksmith
-First time watching said locksmith in action
-First time paying said locksmith
-And First time wanting to become a locksmith and pick up a $50 chunk of change from some chump stupid enough to lock the keys in question in the car.
All in all, it wasn't too bad. I didn't die, no one was robbed, and, if bioethics law doesn't pan out, heck, I got a new career path out of the whole experience.
Oh, and PS, if you ever do something dumb like this, make sure you've got a spare key to your car, because not having one really sucks! (and if you can, get your parents to foot the bill, then you have absolutely no out-of-pocket expense! SCORE!)
Monday, May 3, 2010
Donezo
I've gone and done it. I finally cut the ties between myself and Facebook, which seemed to have a vacuum-like affect on my time and attention. I'm done with it now. No more statuses, no more updates, no more comments, no more nothing of that nature, and it feels good.
I Deleted My Facebook Account, Have YOU?
I Deleted My Facebook Account, Have YOU?
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