Friday, May 21, 2010

to be read with one raised eyebrow and not too seriously

well i came out on this little study abroad thing-trip-class to learn some kind of lesson. and i think i have one. but perhaps i should wait till i have finished the program till i reveal it. "you've already written this much, just finish", but kamina, it really isnt that hard to just erase it. "are you really going to quit! finish what youve started and be a man about it!" *uppercut to left jaw*

well i have never really felt much of a deep and passionate allegiance to the U.S.A, i was born here, i was called american in canada, and i live in america, so i be an american..thats about it. but now that i have been out in europe, and seen the differences in the way things are (albiet, they are not great differences, but one can defiantly see the differences...ok fine there are some big differences) i have seen that i am an american. i act like one, i think like one, and...i am finding comfort in that for some reason. i have an identity! "you always had an identity", but now i recognize it. "you recognize that you are an annoying and loud american..." yes, and i like it. " well ok then".

also, i saw robin hood, and i was in salzburg. i watched a movie in salzburg. that is something i would do. fuunnnnyyyy.

really? split personalities?

why do i have a blog?
cause matt, julie, and others have one and you wanted to be cool.

and what am i supposed to write about?
what ever you want. thats what you've done thus far.

is it good?
no. so keep doing it, youll get better.

do you see the secret?
yes. and others will soon.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

wonder ponder conjure

do you ever wonder what will be of yourself a few years down the road, and realize that the road is completely open, so there is not a huge reason to fear about it cause there are no big consequences, assuming i follow the big rules (read your scriptures, fast and pray, go to church and dont be...a... slacker at school). i often think about why i worry so much, in fact i ponder a great deal about things that are not that crucial, and then i get worked up and stressed, so i go and haras my baby sister's stuffed animals while she yells and hits me. i get caught up on things and dont let them go, and conjure up farfetched ideas about how to pursue or exploit or prove or show or destroy or embrace or ask or say or confess or yell or fake or lie about or avoid or stalk or bake or love or tell the things that i ponder about. then i wonder what the purpose of it all is and decide that it is better to eat cake.

*in gregorian chant*
Amen for Cake

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

what is a man to do when the source of his joy becomes the cause of his agony?

Friday, January 22, 2010

ya, this has nothing to do with the post
i just think this looks cool
shes the singer from
a popular youtube band-thing

There is a girl in my class, and I tried to talk to her…ok, she talked to me and then I attempted to make myself NOT look like a fool. That is the story... “man, thats all that happened! You didn’t DO anything?” what, like what, kamina? “get her number!” *blank stare at kamina. “ya, REAL men do stuff like that, they don’t roll to see if they should either.” I hate you kamina

So I ran into julie garbutt today, and then samuele caramia (missionary from NY whom I literally whipped with my belt for sport) came whilst I was talking to julie . then alex johnson came whilst samuele julie and I were talking. THEN, whilst I was in the traffic booth for the museum parking lot, mike and patty stroud came by. All these people that I have not seen in quite some time. Why do I tell you this? Well, see if you can find the significance of it all, and how it all relates. if you do, then tell me, and I will then know the significance also, and we will rejoice in the significance together. BUT FOR HEVENS, SAKE DON’T TELL ANYONE!