Carpe Diem!

The bad day's only make the good days even better!

I had a good day.

I got up and was actually on time for class! My professor was funny, and not just a dumb professor trying to be funny so students will give him a good rating.

I ate at J Dawgs. It was good and worth the wait.

I learned something while at school. Huh go figure.

I got set up for something I've always wanted to do, but never have. I'm going on a blind date.

I think the show is extending my range, lets just hope it stays that way.

I'm dancing again. :)

I heard "My Asian friend" tell her naked man happenings book story.

I scuba dived. ;)

I got a lot of reading done.

I got free waterproof shoe spray because the girl at the other store forgot to put it in.

I had a good day.

Let it snow!

It's cold, It's wet. It's the best thing yet!

I think complaining about snow should be illegal.

Cons: Cold, Wet, Hard to drive in, can cause the daily commute to become a daily driving skills test not to mention the traffic! (20 minutes just to get out of Utah County!)

Pros: It makes the world gorgeous!!

I like to thing of it as heavenly father saying... mud and rain are no good, I'll cover them up with a pure white blanket of snow!

Let it snow!

Maybe...

It Snowed!!

I'm waiting...

Christmas Season really is the best time of the year.

Music is like the Chimney for the soul, if everything gets too hot, it's got a place to escape.

My fingers hurt, but I'm getting better.

I'm not scared.

Finals are almost over... not soon enough!

I was McGyver this week.

I have relinquished my enjoyment of a rubik's cube.

Did I mentioned it snowed?

I love breathing in cool air, then seeing your breath when you breath out.

I hate having to wake up in the cold.

Singing is great, but it can get me into trouble.

The lord will provide a way.

I started and am almost done.

Can I be old enough for that so soon?

I'm going to bed.

Decisions, Decisions

I decided this one will be in poem form, it's not perfect but it's a start. (and it's late)

Lonely I walk the same unforgiving path, knowing every step brings me closer to the goal at last.
As I walk with the passion gone, i see a new path in the breaking dawn.
If I choose to walk this fresh new ground, I will lose the path I had once found.
The question which tortures my soul, is what will be my final goal.
They both require all my being, and both will make or break my feeling.
My heart wishes to stay and walk, even after it gets dark.
On the same path and never leave, for if then will I only forever grieve.
Could this new path have the same effect? or will I soon regret
My sudden answer and reply, oh do I wish I could fly.
My answer swiftly it must come, before the suns race is done.
For I must return home before too late,
and save the paths for another date.
Yet look, a third path now awaits.

Why? Why Santy Why?

Once upon a time there was a young boy, me. This boy his whole life was told he was going to give away 2 years of his life to serve the lord. He was told those two years would be the best and the worst two years he has yet to experience. Just the other night this young boy was enjoying the company of good friends, drinking hot cocoa and having a few laughs, everything is hunky-dory right? He engages in a conversation with a friend who he highly respects, they start talking about this two yeah endeavour he will soon embark on. Then, she threw a curve ball. She asked him why he was going. After some pondering he gave her an answer that would continue the conversation. He had a base hit. It was the next day that our fair hero would hit the home run. He was sitting in church listening to students bear there roommate-onies, testimonies, and mission-onies. He was pondering about the curve ball and then he hit it! He loves the lord! He is going to go to a land of the unknown, at least to him, talk to the people of the unknown and deal with new things. He's leaving his family, his home, and his friends. For two years he will communicate with his family mainly by email. Why then would he do all of this, why would he sacrifice all this, leave school and his job. He loves the Lord!

This boy is very thankful for a great bishop who helped him realize this.

A picture can say it all

Bond, Transporter, Twilight. These are the movies hitting the blockbusters this weekend. Bond, it was good. It was not great. Don't get me wrong, the action the guns the fire. Awesome! But what makes a great movie is when you walk away from it having gained something. When you walk away having learned something new about yourself and how you work. Dead Poets Society, Crash, Rudy, Across the Universe, these are to name a few GREAT movies.

The story's that seem to last through the decades are the ones that give you meaning. Nursery rhymes and kids tales that are know on every place on earth, are known because of the lessons they teach. Why has Hollywood gone to the cheap money?

Where are they? I haven't seen one of these type of movies hit the big screen for a while. Maybe that's why I want to go into film. To bring back the movies that make you want to go out and conquer the world.

Write em and shoot em. Change the world.

Dead of Night

Time: 12:30 am Mountain Standard Time

Location: Off the freeway at 9000 S. West Jordan Utah

Mission: Find the missing vehicle

This is the official report from agent Riley H. Groves. The accident occurred on October 4th, 2008 at approximately 12:45 a.m.

I was coming home from watching the game at my sisters place. It was dark and I was sitting shotgun in my brothers rundown Lexus. He had received a phone call from our friend inviting him to join him at a nearby dance. I knew something was a foot because the moment he passed where my car was parked, I saw my car was not to be found.

It ended up this dance was all a big scam for the Mormons to get your money and make you date, crazy religion. Anyway, we start heading back to the location where my car was last seen. After passing the parking lot and driving around a bit more my brother was able to find a way in. We drive into the parking area.

We approach the place where I had previously parked my car, assuming that it would still be there untouched. Alas, to our dismay and disbelief the car was no where to be found. I turn down the Indy music on the radio and tell my brother to drive around, we see on a nearby lamp post, the sign that would ruin my evening.

TOW AWAY ZONE

It may not have been much of a car but I could tell when I first drove it that this was to be the car I would drive.

There we sat in a parking lot, rain coming down on the rusted green paint of the Lexus. When my brother called I knew I had to pay, I just didn't know the price would be so much.

We drive across town and find an ATM, not wanting the company to have my car any longer I get my $227.00 and leave.

I left my card in the ATM.

We drove across town again and I could tell it was getting late, I could feel it. I also saw the clock now said 1:00 a.m.

After calling a toll free number which only asked for my 7 digit credit card number I knew this night was far from over, and I will not sleep early.

Arriving at the tow truck paradise, I approach the large truck occupied by a large man. He hands me some paper work and with his pistol safely tucked in the back of his pant he points a heavily tattooed arm in the direction of my car and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth to say, "It's over there".

I drive home that night, praying a third thing won't happen tonight because we all know, these things come in threes.