Christmas is on the horizon

You may think I am crazy, or you may hate me for saying this but.. I am so stoked for Christmas. Yea, Yea, tell me that it's only September, I don't care. Tell me that I am one of those fools who celebrates Christmas way to early and I'd agree with you. It dose not make sense either, but I can't help it. When I am up at 11:00 with 2 hours of homework left all I can think about(other than my homework) is that freedom will come in December. Then I will have a break. I'm crazy but not crazy enough to be looking forward to summer break. But when I think of the break am a forced to think of Opening presents on Christmas day, the snow falling hard, drinking hot chocolate, playing Christmas songs on the piano, watching Elf and Christmas story. Opening presents on Christmas day, going to the ward Christmas party, going and seeing nativities. Singing carols around the ward, no school/homework, and opening presents on Christmas day. Watching Aunt bethany say grace(pledge of allegiance), making cookies for Santa/dad, playing at a Christmas recital for the old geezers at the rest home, and opening presents on Christmas day isn't too bad either. With all these good things I think that we should get a head start. And for anyone who still hates me for starting so early all I have to say is, is it a bad thing to celebrate Christ berth for 6 months in stead of one? Since that is all we are really doing during Christmas, right?

Elk bugling

Bugling would have been fun if you found any. I went on a weekend trip with my priest quorum. We went down to a town that I didn't know and don't remember. It had a population of 60 all with the same grandpa. We didn't see a single bull let a lone hear one reply to that obnoxiously high pitched squeal. So it is a good thing that we didn't look to long. We went out at night for maybe 20 min. Then we gave up and had a lot more fun playing Scum in our leaders cabin until 3:00 am Which is interesting to me. Why is there such fun in playing a simple card game in the middle of no where with a bunch of buddies, so late that your to tired to think. The thing was that all the leaders stayed up with us including our bishop, which proves that face cards are not of the devil.
I knew all along that we would end up just goofing off instead of seeing the Elk. But that is what I love. It is why I went. I gave up a Soccer Game, Fishing trip, and part of my o so coveted BYU football game, not for the chance to see a thousand pound creature. No, I left for the card game I knew we'd play. I am a die hard believer in the saying that you don't have to have money to have fun. Unless you get really technical and consider the 50 cents to buy the cards. Well I guess, you could consider the cabin as a major expense. Or the gas it took to get down there or subway sandwich that we got for lunch or the cost drink to keep us awake(not booze, remember bishop was there). So maybe it technically requires some money to have a good time, unless you consider playing naked in the dirt a fun time. But overall I would (If you don't like cheese don't read further) say that I would take a good friend over a million dollars any day of the week.

Cougar funeral

The BYU cougars died Saturday, their BCS bowl game hopes that is. I am in mourning. This was supposed to be the year. I have been so depressed that it has taken me until Sunday night to write because I've been so depressed that I've been curled up in my bed and crying until now. Well, almost. But I have been pretty depressed. I have tried optimism. Saying that at least it was a loss early in the season. Or at least we beat Oklahoma, or that at least Utah lost too. But none of this really gives me any consolation. I went into this season just hoping for a Mountain West Conference title. I didn't want to make the same mistake that I made last year by expecting to much out of my team. But when they beat Oklahoma all of that BCS potential was restored and along with it high expectations. The absolute best thing in Sports is when you have a underdog team do amazing, and unexpected things. But with that comes the opposite, and that is to have a very very good team lose to an underdog.
So like the rest of BYU nation I am feeling really really Blue, (Cougar Blue that is) .

Whats up with San Fran?

San Fransisco is the Craziest city in the world. I don't remember why this is on my mind right now, but it is so true. I went there some months ago with my Sheltered Utah County family in our huge van. We were visiting my cousins that live in San Jose. So for one of the days while we were there we decided to go visit the windy road, and the Golden(actually red) Gate Bridge and all that fun. We also heard that down town the local theater was playing the famous Wicked play that my mom loves oh so much. Rumor spread that if we waited the day of the play we could get limited view seats. So there we were in a drug ridden city with our Utah accents and Utah driving skills(don't remind my dad that we drove down a 7 lane one way street in some of the worst traffic ever GOING THE WRONG WAY!). I knew it was going to be an experience but I couldn't see what was coming. We step out of the car and the first thing we see is a wide eyed Homeless man who started to count out loud 1,2,3..5 kids, I recall he said "wow, .. Wow .. WOW, 5 kids!" little did he know that this wasn't even all of us. His surprise was short lived, and his purpose was revealed as he begged my dad for some food. Right then I new we wereN in the MounNs anymore. We moved on to the Theater on the way we passed through drunken women falling around, gangsters, and I saw more toothless men sitting on the curb then singing birds.
The theater told us that we had to wait for and hour to see if we got the tickets that they were raffling off. While me and my siblings waited we were passed by a large black man pushing a shopping cart full of cloths and food and stuff. He stopped turned our direction and I thought my heart was going to stop. But luckily he was on the high side of his LSD (or whatever he was on) and he could only stare off in to the distance as he talked to us. I was really surprised, I must of missed judge homeless people, For some odd reason I thought that they were Ill-educated. Boy did he prove me wrong. He waved his little American flag around and shouted"America, America, America!" "What da 3 branches of Government,.. (we all stood still) "U know da 3 branches?" (silence) "There's the Judicial, da Legislative, and da Executive which is like the President." ... .. .. "There's the Judicial, da Legislative, and da Executive which is like the President." I don't know if he thought that we couldn't hear him or maybe the people in San Fran just need everything twice so they can have time to digest it with there booze. He then walked off with his shopping cart still shouting fro America. But luckily won the tickets and saw Wicked(no Irony there) in San Fransisco. I won't tell you about the places that everyone migrates to in the night life, lets just they go to dances, and its not exactly the type of dances you go to at EFY. I didn't think that the city could get any weirder until that night my cousin told me about the Bush man. He is a homeless man that hides behind bushes and when some random person walks by he jumps out and basically says boo. Now that is fairly reasonable, I've seen almost equivalent at the Junior High. But that's not the craziest thing! He gets paid to do it!
$600,000 dollars a year! Maybe its not weird, maybe I just don't understand the art of scaring people or the cities' whole culture for that matter, but I think I'd rather just be a sheltered Utah hick for the rest of my life.

BYU Delivers against Tulane, 54-3

It's another Saturday and with that comes college football. I was nerves about how well my cougs would perform after being put into the lime light with and explosive 11 spot jump in the polls. But with the nation watching in anticipation they certainly delivered and ended my jitters pretty quickly. Now we have to wait for the big game next week against the Florida State (wannabe gators). In the middle of the game Max Hall threw up a 26yrd pass to Mckay Jacobson in the enzone. The pass fell a little short and landed right between four eager arms. Mckay ripped it away and got the 6 points. After the play the commentators mentioned how well Jacobson had handle the situation. Then the camera went on to a disappointed Tulane corner. And for some reason the fact that he was black surprised me. I know that a huge proportion of football athletes are African Americans. But in the instance that I saw him I was surprised, thinking to myself, that wow a white boy from Utah just upped a black person from the deep south. Then after the first impact, I asked myself, wait why am I surprised. But I already knew the answer. It has been ingrained by our society that blacks make better athletes. I don't know if they are, or not. But I do know that I shouldn't be surprised to find that blacks don't always make the best athletes. It isn't fair to them. Once I watched a movie that hit on the point that there is a Burden of Perfection. The burden is that of those who are born with the label of a high expectation, and if they do not succeed to that potential then they are considered a failure by society.
Now of course all of this did not cross my mind in the middle of the game I was way too excited to see if BYU would reach the 60 point mark. But I had to say something interesting in this blog, didn't I?

baby kitties, not worth it

My friend's cat just had yet another litter of kittens. They didn't know about it until they got a call from the shop telling them that in the bed of their truck there were four tiny kittens. So apparently without knowing they drove the truck away with a litter in the back. They got the babies home and hydrated but they were left with one tiny problem. Mama cat was missing. So my best theory is that her motherly hormones got to her and she is out in the middle of nowhere hopelessly looking for her child. She will shortly die of thirst and exhaustion. Sad, yes, but that is the least of my concerns. The owners of the kittens are on vacation and I am left with milk supplement and four squirming puffs of auditory pain. They are SO dang annoying! You try to feed them and they kick and scream the whole way. So you shove the bottle down their throat to shut the dang felines up. Then they squirm so you thing they are done, put em back and then they start meowing profusely and probably profanely. Every little kitten is gray so you can't tell which ones you have fed and which ones you haven't they all are staring back at you meowing for food. And all there little meows sound the same(I know that the last statement was pointless but hey it bothers me).

But I guess I should cut the little rodents some slack, I guess they did lose their mother at such an early age. Plus they are left to a cardboard box in the hot garage together. And I can't even stand to share a room with just one sibling. And I don't know I am not a cat but warm milk can't taste to good.

Well, with all of my complaining I think all I am really trying to say one thing; It's tough being a parent.

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Another BCS buster? Not now, Not ever.

I got to see BYU's incredible upset over the oh so coveted Oklahoma Sooners. Last year they averaged 51 points a game against a so called elite conference 0pponents. But a lowly Mountain West team down in a town called Provo where only hicks supposedly live, held the strongest offense in the nation to only one touchdown! But what rials me up is that we get no credit for it. The Oklahoma coach in a press conference afterwords said that the loss was not BYU playing up but the Sooners playing down. This really tics me off. The Mountain West has beat the #3 team in the nation twice. Just barely and Utah's blowout win in the Sugar Bowl. We went 8 and 2 against the pac-10 last year. CSU just beat Colorado, and the list goes on. Yet the rich BCS disregard all of our wins not because they are ignorant to the truth. But they ignore us for one blatant reason, a reason that has sadly run the world since the beginning of time, ... Money. It controls EVERYTHING! Not even high schools can claim their innocence from it, just look at Lone Peak. Then you look at everything else, from Government to Business to all those stupid emails you get from Uganda. We are obsessed. Will it ever change?... maybe in 2012, ... and that's if we are lucky.

where am I

I don't know how I got here. I had to have a friend tell me how to get here but I know that I will just forget again. I have the worst memory. I can't remember what the date is no matter how many times I am told I know I'll forget. I always forget peoples names. Once I forgot my OWN sisters name!!! Well ... kind of. It was my trek sister, but hey thats still pretty bad when you've spent a whole week playing games to learn their names. I don't know if tomorrow is a A day or a B day but I think I'll figure it out in the morning. Or I'll just make a lucky geuss. I am in smart peoples' classes, I hang around smart people and I am related to geniuses in Harvord. So I don't think that I am stupid, I think that maby I just am tired, 24/7. I am sure my sanity will return in due time, but untill then, I ask the world to bear with me.

Ps. Today I woke up at 8:00 got to school at 9:00 then went to 2nd, 3rd period. Then got bored went home. Then I took a nap, and went to work then came home ate dinner then started this blog.

Pss. I still have Perfect attendance.