Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Questions and Concerns

Well, first off, the home pictures are here. Relax. Just check the last post.

I just have a couple of comments and questions that need to be noted:

1. It’s true, tomorrow I’m going to ShopKo to buy some Rogaine. No, really, I am. (And Rogaine IS in the Microsoft dictionary, that means it must be legitimate).

2. I talked to a girl for a solid thirty minutes the other nite. I know you don’t believe me, but I did. So there.

3. What are “hops” actually. Beer commercials always talk about “hops.” What are they?

4. Speaking of which, last week at family home evening we talked about the funnest thing we’ve ever done and I’ll have you know, now that I’m a sophisticated and mature, the word, “d---s” didn’t even enter my mind. Even on April 20th.

5. It’s time for my annual comments on the NBA playoffs. Let it be known that the Spurs are still my team. However, since Brother Ginobili and the Spurs is gone, I’ll just be happy if the Cavs and the Lakers don’t win. And if the LeBrons play the Kobes, I’m pulling for the Kobes (didn’t think I’d ever say or write that, but there you have it).

6. I’m no longer as upset as I was two weeks ago.

7. I have another thing to add to my Celestial food menu. Kebabs and Crème Soda are already on it. Rice Krispy treats need to be added.

8. Do you think Zac Efron can actually play basketball (Efron is NOT in Microsoft dictionary, which probably means he’s not legitimate).

9. One problem with ranting and raving on Facebook/my web log, you never really know who might come across it. This whole universal access thing has made me censor some things that I definitely would have included in the old email format (for those of you who don‘t know, this randomness used to be sent out in periodic emails, sorry you missed out).

10. I still plan on marrying Celine Dion when I grow up, in case you were wondering.

And that’s all

The Teach

My Home

Okay, so here are some pictures of my life in one of the sweetest towns of all time: Goshen, Utah.

This is where I live (I know, I know, I should really cut those branches, but the whole yard-taking-care-of side of me hasn't quite developed yet).

This is not where I live.

This be the carpet in the front room. When I first saw it I wanted to throw up. I didn't, but I'm thinking I probably should have because it could've only helped. Ugly, ugly, ugly.

This be the front room itself.

This is my pool table. It's crooked and I haven't yet won a game on it, but it's not bad.

This is my kitchen. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with it, but I do have one.

This is a toilet paper dispenser with a radio on it. Both upstairs bathrooms have one. Serious.

This is the nearest (and only) gas station. Yep, one pump and bars on the only window. That's never a good sign. I still haven't entered that place since I'm pretty sure there are dead bodies somewhere underneath the floorboards.

These are the random drink machines on Main Street. And look, you can even have ice with your drink. How rad is that?

This is town hall. No really, the whole building looks just like this. I don't think there are any windows.

This is where I go to church (the Santaquin Singles Branch building) . . .

. . . and here (my Goshen Ward) . . .

. . . and here.

So there you have it.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


I’m upset . . . so I’m going to write. I think it’s good to write when I’m upset, that way I don’t throw anything unnecessarily or break any breakable (or unbreakable) objects (which often happens when I get upset in situations when I can’t write).

Did I mention that I’m upset? I am. My soccer team lost. That’s why I’m upset.

Problem is, I really don’t have anything to write about. I’m currently at the B.Y.U. Some of my associates are studying furiously for their finals, which is good I suppose. I don’t know, I never really studied during finals week, I was too burned out by that point (which is funny that I was burned out, since I never studied during the semester that much either).

I like being back at the B.Y. It’s a good place. It’s only when I come back that I realize how different my former world is from my present one. In case you were wondering, Paysonian High School and Brigham Young University are in fact different . . .

. . . this REALLY attractive girl just sat down across from me, but she’s with her boyfriend so . . . or maybe it’s her brother because she’s way out of his (and my) league . . .

Speaking of attractive girls, I was at our branch family home evening last nite and this girl that is definitely not unattractive left early. I couldn’t believe it; totally uncalled for. How can you get a fellow’s hopes up like that and then just leave? Let that be a lesson to all you nice ladies our there: either you don’t show up or you stay the whole time. None of this show up and then leave early business because that’s just not fair.

A nice person is cleaning all the computers here. Nice huh.

Continuing on this attractive ladies tangent, after FHE last nite I watched Twilight. I’ve said this before, but Alice (one of the vampires) has THE coolest hair. AND she knows how to pitch. You really can’t go wrong with that combination.

How did we lose today? I’m so upset. This writing isn’t helping at all. I’m still mad. We shouldn’t have lost today.

. . . now the attractive girl is scratching the brother/boyfriend’s back. Oh she stopped already, has to be a brother with that short of a back-scratch. Or maybe they’re just friends. Maybe I’ll ask them . . .

. . . pause . . .

I just took that little break to write an email to one of my favorite people in the whole world Ashlee the Geekins. Which brings me to my favorite people list. Most of you know that I have a favorite people list, but my question is whether it’s moral . . .

. . . study partners, they’re just study partners, I can tell . . .

. . . to have a favorite people list. I mean, really, in the end it seems kind of against Mormonite teachings to have a list of favorites don’t you think. Aren’t we supposed to like everybody the same? Well, I still have the list, but I’ll see what I can do. Maybe I’ll just put everybody on my “Not Favorite People List” that way they’ll all be the same.

. . . dang it, she’s got a wedding ring . . .

I’m so upset.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

My Sweet Job

Teachifying is, in my most humble opinion, a fantastic job, one of the best in fact (definitely not for everybody though, especially if you don‘t like people). Not only do I get to be a teacher, but I get to teach at one of the greatest high schools of all time: Payson High School, Home of the Mighty Lions (yes, yes, it is true, there were my arch enemy when I was in high school., but I’ve since repented).

So, as I was thinking about my sweet job, I decided to make a list of the top ten things that I like about my job at the Paysonian High School:

1. My principal, the Mr. Peery. He’s amazing. If you ever get a chance to meet him, tell him “hello.” I’m pretty sure he doesn‘t have any shortcomings (except that he speaks French).

2. Assemblies. Right now I’m sitting in a lip sync assembly. Interesting. The techno-twins just went. High school students can be, when given creative freedom, very interesting to say the least. I’m now suffering through an encore of the Techno-twins. Will this torture never end?

3. School lunch. Seriously, where can you get such a fantastically, healthy, tasty meal for just $2.75 (besides the closest senior center of course).

4. The weight room. I’ve actually never used it (I don’t really need it obviously), but how sweet is it that I have open access to a weight room. Shoot, who needs a gym pass.

5. Students who don’t complain or constantly make excuses. I think I found three so far, but I’m thinking there’s probably another one somewhere. I’m still looking.

6. My 2B and 1A classes. Word Ry-Masta and Squanto. (I should here note that all classes are not created equal by the way. For example, some classes, every time they enter, I just want to hide).

7. Mike the Janitor. He owns a Harley Davidson and rides with a whole group of bikers. He invited me to go with his motorcycle pack on a drive through Zions this week. I'm seriously considering it (if I can get over my fear of motorcycles, snowmobiles, four-wheelers, etc.)

8. All of the counselors/secretaries. One of the secretaries told me she had a dream that she needs to set me up with someone. Another said that she has a goal of setting me up on at least four dates before the end of the year. And that was just last week.

And those are just some of the reasons why I have the sweetest job in the world.