Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Horses are my favorite animal...

Since I was a child I have always thought that horses had a certain majesty about them. They seemed wild and yet friendly. Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron soon became a film held dear to my heart. I had little toy horses which I would painstakingly name in order to get the feel for the horse just right. I admit that I more than once asked my parents for a horse for Christmas. Still waiting on that.

I still like horses, but the FETISH for them which I once had has passed. That doesn't mean they don't still hold a special place in my heart.

This place inside my most vital organ is reserved for horses (and horses only) which is why I was extremely interested in a band that was mentioned to me by my older brother. I decided to check them out and came to the conclusion that the sound they produced was amazing. The special place mentioned before grew to comfortably enclose them.

I give you...

Sept 28 2010, The Venue, SLC UT

Not only great music, but great company too-
Lindsay Lamoreaux everyone

Ben Bridwell

Some of their greatest songs:
*The Great Salt Lake (total shout out to my hometown)


*Marry Song

See side playlist for *No One's Gonna Love You and *Our Swords

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Fulfilling Expections

This post will contain FOOD, FRISBEE, AMUSING SITUATIONS, and more FOOD. Viewer discretion is not advised. I mean come on, this is what you're supposed to do in college...right? We're just living up to the great expectations placed on us.

First, FOOD.
Catherine was supposed to keep me from eating all of the SKITTLES.
She didn't do a very good job.

Thanks Cash.

Second, FRISBEE.
(or to be cooler, 'friz')
Monday night usually brings about fun activities.
This week it was frisbee golf.
Some of us are really good, some of us aren't.

Needless to say, one got stuck in a tree.

Thursday night around 12:30 a.m. I received a phone call. After debating about whether or not to answer, I decided to see what these people had to say, and chose to answer. Not wanting to disturb my slumbering roommate, I meandered into the kitchen, closing my bedroom door to diminish the noise I would be creating while chatting. I was surprised to find that ALL of my roommates were sound asleep. (see, we have some good habits) Not wanting to disturb them either, I closed the kitchen door as well and continued on with my conversation.

At the end of what was a quite pleasant chat, I hung up and went to my bedroom, looking forward to getting back into my comfortable bed and being reunited with my pillow. To my astonishment and dismay the bedroom door had locked while I was gone, making the reunion with my pillow impossible. Knowing my roommate was still in the room I decided to attempt to get her attention. My resolve was not very strong for Catherine is a sound sleeper. After knocking and calling her name for a few minutes I gave up and resigned myself to the fact that I would not be sleeping in my bed that night. The result?

That wonderful night was spent on the kitchen couch which is about half as long as I am tall.
I did not have a blanket so I made do...
with a damp towel from the bathroom.
Mmm, sweet dreams.

The best part was the following morning when I related the nights events to my well-rested roommate. We both agree that we have never laughed so hard at 6 a.m. in the morning.

-There's a first for everything.

Fourth, (and fifth) more FOOD.
I know that a common concern for college age students is that they never get enough of the right nutrients. Their food pyramid becomes quite obscure and rarely  represents a pyramid in the slightest. The girls of 2312 Whitney Hall realize this and I would have you know that we are keeping ourselves very healthy. We make sure to have almost all of the major food groups:


We have lots of dairy.

(and *meat, *vegetables, and *fruit)

More *grain (scones)-
A major part of this balanced breakfast.


As you can see,WE'RE DOING GREAT.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


This term is often used by an older person when referring to someone of a younger generation who has behaved in a less than pleasing manner. Today, however, I proudly call myself a hooligan. Myself as well as the 5 girls living with me and the 6 boys lucky enough to be a part of our family. WE ARE HOOLIGANS. Please observe...

Missing is the evidence of the initial prank. The girls gave the boys fortune cookies...filled with beef. They responded with brownies made with vinegar and hot sauce.

We countered by sneaking into their place and stealing their utensils. DON'T WORRY, we returned them...

A few days later, after a long (but enjoyable) Stake Relief Society meeting, we came home to this:

We have no idea how they got into our place, but we are proud to call them brothers.

You could say our actions have resembled that of hooligans. I sure would.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Why Worry?

I have recently chosen to displace myself from the comfort of my Salt Lake home in order to relocate to the honorable city of Provo. By choosing to do so I have placed myself in a position that can, and often does, cause me to worry. I worry whether or not the bathroom will ever be clean or if I'm being too loud for my roommate. I worry that I'll get lost in the library or burn down the building I work in. I worry that I might not taste a vegetable for the next 8 months. I worry that the apartment I live in now will soon be overrun with hair and no matter how many times I attempt to remove it it will continue to accumulate. I worry that if I drive the car there will no longer be a space for it on my return. I worry that the pranks I have pulled on others will come back around-hence I worry that my food is not safe to eat.

With so many situations to worry about, I decided to take after a few of my heroes. You may recognize them from a beloved movie.Timon and Pumbaa, I owe you so much.