When nostalgia goes too far

I had to buy new shoelaces for my old Doc Martins because one of them broke. The new ones cost $1.99 and I got them at Payless Shoes.
I took out the broken shoe lace and then the other, but stopped.
I was sad. I had had these shoe laces for over five years. I tied them up every morning while on my mission and every subsequent affair where sneakers didn't suffice.
I actually took a moment to think about theses laces. They've been caked in West Virginian mud, soaked in Ohioan rain, and one was shorter from being caught by my bike pedal in Virginia.
It was kind of the end of an era. I didn't shed a tear, but when I dropped them into my trash can, maybe I should have.

Sick

I've been sick. Who knows whats wrong with me, I think I'm dying, but thats just wishful thinking. Sadly the only positive would be that I'm flying on painkillers, but even that is ruined by the acute feeling I get that the individual fibers of the carpet I'm currently lying on are making fun of my hair. But thats ridiculous, my hair looks incredible.
I've got at least three things wrong with me:
First: Splitting headaches. (thus the painkillers)
Second: Congestion that must have originated from the bowels of Lucifer himself.
Third: Menopause. (Hot flashes, cold sweats, irritability, fatigue, loss of libido, etc etc)

Ok, maybe not the third one so much, but my point is that men win.
Seriously, pregnancy, menopause, etc etc. Yikes. The worst thing we have to worry about is nose hair (and I'm pretty sure I've seen women with that too.)

And speaking of sick people, here is the license plate of the urologist at the hospital in Marietta, Ohio where I used to help out. Enjoy.

Rational thought

Want to know a secret? College life isn't that exciting.
My brother Matt complained that my first blog hardly showed the crazy life I'm sure to be leading as a single, good looking (and looking!) college student.
Maybe other people are having a crazy wild time, I just feel that I'm kind of dull.

On a totally unrelated note, I present pictures from the time a few of us got together and drank as much chocolate milk as we could and then rolled down a hill.



(Magical)

I'm famous

Start watching around 1:15

Crème Brulée

So in an effort to be cultured a gang of us went to the Sundance Film Festival and caught a flick.
Initially we were thrilled, but that would pass (see above.)

It was a Swedish movie called The King of Ping Pong. You might think (as we did) that the movie would be a delightful film about ping pong (a sport I'm fairly passionate about.)
And sure enough, it was.......for about the first two minutes.
Depressing. Oh sweet heavens! It was depressing. But in the artsy hipster world of Sundance that means its good and wins an award I guess.
If you have to show a naked 400 lb Swedish woman to win awards these days than its just not worth it. Yikes.
So we left and got hot chocolate. Carol Ann and I got the Crème Brulée variety. If anything deserved an award that night it was the Java Cow on Main Street, delicious.

We were on top of the world

Years ago, some friends and I found the world of amateur foosball competition ripe with the stench of corruption. In order to protect the spirit of the sport we formed the official BYU Foosball Club. Our goals were simple, foster the theories, ideas, and skills of foosball, in an environment free of performance enhancing substances. If you're on the juice, you're out.
We quickly skyrocketed to the second largest club on campus (no joke).
We were invited as a club to participate in the annual homecoming parade and since BYU hadn't officially had a homecoming queen for years, we took it upon ourselves to elect our own. This was quickly put down by the BYU Student Association.
We still went through with it, but by calling her the 'foosball queen' we slipped under their sensors (or censors?)
Needless to say we were a huge hit. They loved us. Elder L. Tom Perry approached us and asked if we would allow him past our tight perimeter around the queen to shake her hand. After a quick pat down (which looked a lot like handshakes and hugs to the untrained eye) we allowed him past.

My duty

I think every college student has to have the token picture taken from a football game.
So in compliance to this rule, I present this picture.

(Also, when I wrote "my duty" as the title, I laughed just a little. C'mon, "duty" is a pretty funny word.)