A Wanna Be Rom Com

It's official.  I'm addicted to Downton Abbey.   It seems too ridiculous to be of any worth, but let me tell you it's incredible.  But, unfortunately all my time hasn't been spent watching Downton Abbey, and White Collar.  I did in fact land a job, or work more like.   Me and my latino friend Estephan mow lawns and do yard work.  And yes, it's just as fun as you would think it would be.   At least it's work though, right?  I need money and thats that.  I guess the Lord is trying to teach me a lesson about hard work, because if he wasn't you would think I would have plenty of green to spare.  And everyone knows you just don't get free money, well I guess I could vote for Oboma. . . he seems to think thats a great idea, at least thats what my Dad always says when I'm complaining about money.   But, seeing as how this money isn't in my immediate future this is how I have to count down my days before the Philippines.  Yard work and TV, thats the life.

In other news I watched Never Been Kissed for the first time the other night.  It was a decent movie, I'm not a big fan of Drew Barrymore, but it was good--ish.  It did, however, bring me to the realization that like Drew Barrymore I have never really been kissed.  This might just be my delusional thinking that my life is a romantic comedy, but I like to imagine such things are possible.  Things never seem to go they way I imagine them, but this isn't something new to the wonderful people of reality,  as expertly demonstrated in 500 Days of Summer, it usually goes completly sideways from your imagined senario.   But there I go again referencing a romantic comedy inorder to make a point about reality.  If anyone wants to know what goes on in my head just picture a an on going romantic comedy where I have several stories with several women and I may or may not look something like Ryan Gosling.  The fact is that no matter what I conjure up in my head, I never seem to sound anything like Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, or most of all Tom Hanks.  I mean I can't even ask a girl out with out blubbering something stupid and sounding like a complet dork.  The worst thing though, is that a half hour later I'm sitting there thinking of thing I could have said, genius things I could have said to her. How I could have mustered up a whole lot more charm then I actually exerted.  Yet, here I am almost a month away from my mission and I'm thinking about romance.  Well, you can't blame me for wanting to fill maybe just a little bit of my canteen.  But that sounds more crude then I really endend it to be.  I'm not one to shout out a booty call, or have a n.c.m.o.  I think I can say at least that those days are behind me.  I guess I will always just be one of those hopeless romantics.  So, I'll have no greif from anyone of you, I just want some romance, so sue me.  

"That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time."

Before or after the mission this sure would be nice...

My last thoughts are provoked by my man John Mayers song Stop This Train.  It seems that I have nearly crossed the threshold of my life where I step onto a even faster train which is called adulthood.   I have to admit I'm scared and I want to "stop this train."  But it's an immovable force and we are just can't do anything but hope we are propelled into a halfway decent direction were we can find some happiness, the point is we can't hold anything back.  We really need to just live I guess.  I'm sorry I'm always so cheesy, but thats what most things boil down to.  The gospel is simple and may seem just as cheesy, but it's one train I'm glad to be on.  So, thats it I guess tell next time --peace.

Oh, and just a random bit, I went to City Creek Center and it was freakin' awesome.  I think it's better then the Gateway, but thats just me.  It's got better stores, it's nicer looking, it's just better.  It does lack a theatre, but I'm willing to loose that for what you gain in the other places.  So, I would recommend check out City Creek in Salt Lake, you will have a good time.

The "Lame Duck" Brigham

I'm a "lame duck." Stuck in a two month period of waiting, wishing, and anticipating a long awaited departure into the land of rice and humidity.  Because unlike The Best Two Years I wont be spending it with tulips and stroopwafels, but with the humple Filipino people with their rice fields coupled with half formed chicken embreo's cooked to perfection.  It's really only been one day, but I still feel as though I might go mad if I don't find something to occupy my time.  I did make a list of things I would like to accomplish consisting of  things like beating Skyward Sword, reading The Huger Games, (Yes this is my first time reading them, surprising I know), making a work out schedule and actually following it, even getting a girl friend.  But we all know how thats going to end up, especially the latter.  I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I'm going to use this time to get really good and the guitar, get really ripped, or read a ton of books, because things like this take a tremendous amount of will power, something I have realized a lack dearly.  Such tantalizing things as White Collar, and The office take my will power crush it into a thousand particles and immediately transmits it through the Television, thanks a lot Netflix. But as I think about my day today and of how it consisted  of 3 episodes of The Office, Emma (the old one, I plan on watching the 4 hour vision some time in the future), and a trip to Walmart with my Mom, I think to my self that I might, out sheer bordum actually develop some sort of will power and accomplish something in this treacherous "lame duck" period.  I've even thought about taking up Yoga in the mornings and if that isn't enough for you I may or may not develop an obsession with One Direction, and Downton Abbey.  Only time will tell where my inconsistent will is going to take me.

If it were up to me these two months would be full of entertainment and simply floating on a whim day to day, of course this is after extensive studies of the Book of mormon and preach my gosspel, but still completely stuffed with entertainment.  Apparently my Mom thinks that I'm doing yard work for her and everyone else in the 20th ward.  This is a dreadful thought indeed.  Yeah, it didn't make the list of things to do during this two month period.  I don't know if she knows this, but I'm going to be serving for TWO YEARS excuse me WORKING for two years, which will probably entail some manual labor.  Can't I just have some time for myself? After all I have my whole life to do yard work.  However, she might be right.  Unfortunately I need income and right now that seems like the only option.  Temp work is hard to find and I bet the neighbors would pay pretty decent wages. But that doesn't hide the fact that it's freaking yard work!  I guess you just have to do what you gotta do.  

Fortunately I  got to spend this last week in St. George, chillin' with my brother and Mr. Taylor Davies.  It was so relaxing, spending time in the pool; going to Zion's and hiking angels landing; eating out, we had some great thai food; going to the sand dunes, playing Frisbee, and making ourselves into sand mermaids; and just watching movies.  It was just fan- freaking - tastic!  Also there is this place down there called Swig and they sell drinks and slushies, but they had this dirty Dr Pepper with cocoanut in it, it was AMAZING!  They even had steller sugar cookies, anyway I'm rambling.  It was just good to have a vacation after finals and stuff.  I kinda had to recover.  

A week isn't really a long time, but it seems like I've been away from school for longer than that.  And I'm kinda put out about it.  The fact is I'm getting kinda dorm sick.  I really miss my beloved Broadbent and all my brotha's. The beautiful Penrose and Horne, I especially miss, they were just. . . I just them all.  I just get to thinking about how time just goes and it wont stop for one bloody moment, just so I can stop and think or rest me eyes,  the train just laughs as it hurdles me through life.  I know it may be cheesy or whatever, but I think I really understand now why so many people sing about life and time, and how they just can't even seem to be able to do what they want to do or understand how life can pass so quickly.  I'm just glad I have the gosspel of Jesus Christ in my life, it points me in the right direction, it doesn't make it easier in fact it might even make it a lot harder, but  at least we know where to go.   What I really want to say is that I'm just grateful for everyone that was in my freshman ward and everyone I got to know.  You all were amazing friends to me and I love you all!  Don't anyone of you loose touch, but thats why we have facebook so don't delete me, I will find you.   

So, I guess thats my blog.  I'm kinda new to this whole thing so don't critic my rhetoric to harshly, after all I'm only at a B- rang according to my writing 150 grade.  Hopefully I can improve that a little bit by writing this blog, which I probably should have done before, could have given myself a B.  But, what are going to do?  Whats done is done.  So, hopefully this will occupy some of my time and you all can just here me rant about whatever, but I guess thats what blogs are haha.  So in tell the next time I blog, next week, in a couple of days or maybe even tomorrow --Peace!