Is Josh Groban Mormon yet?

last last last last last atlast it is last, last blast to write my last last one.
The best sloppy joe movie has to be It takes two. I love twin movies, I think Harry Potter and star trek would have sold even more billions if every actor had a twin on stage. I have a friend who told me that the testing center does not have any rules on eating and taking test, SO this finals week I will concoct a indian fiest with nothing but mustard and curry, I will bring it into the testing center and let all sniff and test until their nostrils hurt. However, there has to be foods out there which enhances your testing performance.
Dear liz, i am american.
Registering is not american, I hate it. I was so mad come midnight Sunday night. Of course floral design was full, more people are on Brother Botts waiting list than Oprahs Christmas showcase.
I've been to China town in California, and in New York; what is China town like in China?
I need one of my parents to work at BYU next year so I can get the classes I want. Conference was good, I'm still wondering why that speaker didn't say amen at the end of his prayer. I also just realized that the world is going to pay more for my plasma than the cannon center will pay me for washing their nasty freshman eating dishes, not ethical!

Life is good, Life cereal, Life, discovery channels newest series, and also Life the board game. I'm excited that our last month of school is coming up, I'm actually going to take my first spring term class, the dreaded American Heritage. I don't do well in history classes, I am bound to repeat it because I hate learning about it. I have put this class off way to long, however I am going to face my fears, and according to my knowledge I have taken the easiest way out, it consists of the three S's. Summer term, Salt Lake Center, and Sister Sargeant.
This blog feels like my missionary journal, which ended up being an opportunity to vent. And vent I will! Kissing at the doorstep should be a privilege not a right... that is all for now.
Moving on, this weekend is going to bring about much happiness. My hard of hearing companion who spent 400 dollars on Cd's, who also owned a single tie during his 2 year sojourn (which consisted of tiny flies) will be coming to visit. Petey wants to go to lagoon, watch every Star War movie, listen to weird Al and try to get a date with my sister. I can't wait to see what happens.
How about that spring break, I don't know about my friends but I spent most of mine at school. Group projects have been very entertaining, I like BYU because in most cases you will be in a group that actually cares about their grade, and they don't sit around and stare at you while you do all the work. Actually the roles have switched, I feel inadequate to add my two cents while my group works away.
I'm sick of blogging. Good bye

RIP...or not...

Last Saturday I went home for a usual laundry pit stop, I thought I'd clean my car while waiting for my whites, so I used the vacuum in my garage to start vacuuming my car. While vacuuming my car, I couldn't help but notice a mid-sized cardboard box collecting dust next to a tool box. I dropped the vacuum piece and walked toward it as if I could hear the jumangi heart beat... after ripping the top open, this box became so much more valuable, no longer was it an ordinary brown box, it was my youth- wrapped tightly and placed gently into its empty mass. The box was bursting at its seams with firecrackers, bottle rockets, roman candles and piccolo petes. I stopped everything I was doing to phone my neighborhood friend about the hidden stash of Wyoming's finest. Before I could even hang up the phone, Ryan was over at my house. We grabbed the lighter and headed outside to find a clearing to light all of our fireworks, and quickly became disappointed because our culdesac was lined with cars practically bumper to bumper. We journeyed to my back gate ,which led to the church parking lot, and found the perfect opening that was calling us over to light the fireworks on its surface. On our way over we catch my sister sneaking out of this car with her sketchy boyfriend who wouldn't be caught dead in my house, we placed the firework chain behind his mazda, quickly lit the fuse, and ran behind the fence to watch the magic happen.
As we were peaking through the fence laughing, I realized that my sister's boyfriend's car wasn't the only car parked in the church parking lot, I took a quick scan and counted a good 30 cars before the deafening popping began. Time started to slow down, seconds turned into minutes as my mind processed what we actually did. A full parking lot on a Saturday either meant a baptism or a funeral! I glanced over to the three foot chain and realized that there was still hundreds of crackers awaiting their turn to explode. The next hour was filled with mayhem. People started flooding out of the church to silence whatever was happening, from the look on their faced you would have thought they were witnessing a drive by shooting. I wished the exploding could stop because, this Saturday was sister Cole's funeral. With two more feet of firecrackers, a lighter in my hand, and everyone from my Home teachers to my Stake President glaring at me, I wished I could be in that casket.
The night concluded with us saying sorry to many ward members, convincing others not to call the cops, and sweeping the firecrackers residue into a dust pan.
Note to self, the next time I find illegal fireworks in my garage, wait until it is dark to light them, light them in a location besides the backyard of the neighborhood look out, and make sure a funeral isn't going on at the church.

22 22 22 two to, two too tu tu

Happy birthday dear gregory, jordan, heidi, and amyyeeeeeeeeeeee...(in that order) happy birthday to you!!! Every time our family goes to spaghetti factory for our birthday dinner, the manager thinks we are all just on double dates bumming a free dessert. This year I actually thought that I would do something nice for my three same aged tag alongs, so I got them all BYU t-shirts. Something to remember me by, they haven't talked to me much ever since it happened, "it" meaning being accepted to BYU. These BYU t-shirts are going to soften their hearts, and one day, maybe one day, they will come visit their brother out here in happy town.
Is Leonardo Decaprio really special? I'm sitting here watching Whats Eating Gilbert Grape, and I can't remember...
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHSDLKJFfffffiuiliiiiiiesnnnnnnndddddddddding dang! those are the very words I screamed after taking the grammar test the second time, and scoring even lower than my last score. It is set and stone, I will never make six figures.
I got over it really fast though, wrapped myself in a huge cheetah snuggie (best present ever might I add) and let the sleep I lost over the vernal equinox catch up with me.
Another question, is American Heritage really that hard or is it all mental? I'm thinking it's like your brother going to slug you in the arm and you say ow before he even makes contact.
I really need closure, please anyone help.



this world is a dirty dirty place. The sex jokes must end!! I just had to say that, good night.

half way there

I have this bad habit of counting time, especially around half way marks. Half way done with the semester, half way done in the skullery, half way through mcomm, half way there to Provo. . . It is not a healthy habit. This week was good, the first and second half! I found my origonal apartment key-now I can get rid of the copy my dads "friend" made. I went out with a Hinckley Hottie and saw the movie Lovley Bones. Which was way creepy and makes you want to watch every child molester when they get their milestone hung around their neck.
I have also been watching Arrested Development, I don't know how the director managed to make a movie that perfectly resembles my family. Sometimes I feel like Michael here at BYU trying to keep my family from spending their money, and my brother to break up from Lucille... Its hilarious and I wished it lasted longer than 3 seasons, my family is going stronger than three seasons why not this show!
On Sunday I rushed to the conference center to help interpret Elder Rasband's talk into ASL. The church is fashioned after Hogwarts, it has hundreds of rooms, leading to hundreds of unheard of rooms. One of the rooms is no longer a mystery though, I got to interpret in the conference studio. It was big, had lots of cameras and a big blue screen behind the interpreter. I was shaking as I finger spelled every name of Elder Rasband's callings, children, and wife's name. Plus, my former ASL teacher was watching my every move. In the end it turned out very well, and I will be signing on TV for the world once again during the next general conference in April.

The door approach

My mom thinks that bullet bikes are dangerous; however, she has no idea how dangerous night classes are. Almost every time I walk home, I get hit by nearly three cars crossing the cross walks! I'm at a pivot in my life where I have to decide if my life is more important than my education.
Throughout the day, hundreds of students huddle through doors. Either on their way to biology, to the bathroom, or to work, a door must be opened and closed. It is interesting to note the different way people approach these doors. Many techniques come to mind; first, the slither approach. Feeling like James Bond, a person can time the swing of the door to just barely slither on through. Second, there is the gentlemen approach, where a Christain man will take time out of his busy day to stand outside and hold the door open. The question is, is how long do you actually hold the door? What is the lady limit? How many girls do you let in before you let yourself in and shut it? Opposite to the gentlemen approach, there is the every man for himself approach. This approach includes a man walking through a door, and choosing not to look behind him. That way, he is not accountable for the females left on the other side of the door. The most strange door approach, is the role swap. A girl decides to take the reign in her own hands and opens the door for a man! Its hard walking through those kinds of doors. As your education continues at BYU I hope that many doors are left open to you.

Happy Chinese New Year

It's that time of year again; I'm not talking about the Olympics, I am talking about the Chinese new year! My oriental friend invited me for a feast at an authentic Chinese restaurant. I replaced my tarnished fork with a pair of chopsticks, pounded down some fish, fried egg soup, and successfully slurped down a raw oyster with out the American buffers;i.e: butter and salt. As for the rest, I actually don't have any idea what it was I partook in. After eating the healthiest meal of my life, I graced 17 Chinese people by singing "Holla back Girl" on karaoke.
So, recently everyone has been using the word, "swagger" and honestly, I don't think anyone but Tupac knows what that means.
Another Sunday moment coming right at you! This Sunday we were informed that the Young Ambassadors from BYU were a day away from opening China to Mormon missionaries . . . once again I did not say amen.
Omh, I bombed that grammar test! I will never be President of BYUSA or a mission president, or a CEO or a McDonald worker, and cross out my chances of ruling the country!
On a lighter note, I called one of my recent converts to learn that she has been made President of the Apostolic Lutheran Church, all the best wishes Terry!
I'm excited for Tuesdays devotional; I am fully expecting the Lords Prayer to start and finish the devotional.