Double duece...Dang.

Well, here I be, one year more dwindled away.
I think that brithdays cease to be so important to a person after they have spend a few in another country surrounded by stangers. After realizing that it matters nil anywhere other than in your house, things are a lot easier to deal with. Anywho, on to more interesting topics.

Last week, I went to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Now before you all fly off the handle to buy me a drink, I didn't go bc I have any actual drinking problems, I went for sociology class. Lets just say that is was like a church for lunatics. It was on the second floor above a shady looking diner in a rather scummy part of town. There were strange posters on the wall and I learned all about the "12 steps". There was a book that I will think of as the AA Bible, and there was lots of testimony featuring F-bombs. I felt right at home, HAHA! Anyway, I was shocked to she younger women there. I figured the only people in AA were old weathered looking guys... like my uncles/cousins.

And one more thing to mull over in all of your equally exciting lives: Why are there people who always post comments on my blog but never put anything worthwhile or anything at all on their own blogs? These people are dispicable and I think it needs to stop. That is it, I am starting BA(Bloggers Anonymous) and I will post 12 steps to kick your crappy habits....
next time.

Asher is back...

Well, my good buddy Asher made his triuphant return on Wednesday. He is my first buddy to return after me from a mission so I am stoked to get his perspective on how it went. That being said, I realize something: nobady cares about mission stories except for the person telling them. Really, it's sad, but true. I am very guilty of dipping into the bank of stories that begin, "When I was on my mission...." Anywho, I will listen to Asher because I love the kid and I don't find them as boring as most, as long as I get to sprinkle in a few lewd stories from my own corrupt mission.

Thoughts of a returning missionary that I had:

Holy crap the US is organized.

Wow, everybody is too fat or too skinny.

I am not funny anymore, and from what I hear, I never was.

I can't speak this damn language.

People are cold hearted.

I hope I still know how to drive.

I wonder what I am going to do with all of my spare time?"

Why do people watch such crappy shows and listen to such crappy music.

What are good shows, music, movies that I am oblivious to?

Why is my family so strange?

WTF?

Those are just a few of the thoughts that I had, I wonder if Asher is experiencing and of that. I hope not, that kid is much better than I and he probably has his stuff more together. Anywho, three cheers for Asher. ******** ********* ********* and a high five!

Task: Death in STAR WARS

So... I saw a Simpsons the other day, it inspired me.
So... Now I will list all of the Star Wars deaths in order that I can remember. Just Episodes IV, V, & VI. Who gives a damn about the first three anyway?

A New Hope:

The rebel scum w/ his lame helment. Darth Vader kills him and the dude throws up his arms as he is flung. Also, a storm trooper or two.

Some Jawas; Then Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen

Ugly alien in bar. Can't remember his name; then Greedo.

Everybody on Alderran

Storm Trooper sweeper crew. Then some prison guard officers, and some more random storm troopers.

Obi-Wan Kenobi; More random storm troopers; Then four tie-fighter pilots.

Red 5, Red Leader, And a few other rebel pilots.

Grand Moff Tarkin and all the other suckas on the Death Star.

The Empire Strikes Back:

A Taum taum, and then the snow beast.

A probe droid; then Vader kills the Admiral that was a dumb A**

Dax, the gunner. Rebel scum, random storm troopers, an couple of AT-AT's.

An empirial officer in a hologram; than a few mynocks on the Falcon.

Vader kills Captain Nieder.

C-3PO gets blasted, but is fixed. A few more storm troopers die.

The Return Of the Jedi:

Tortured droid.

A Twilek love slave, than two Gammorean gaurds; Then another Gammorean.

The Raincore.

Random ugly alian henchmen.

Bobo Fett; Then Jabba the Hutt and everybody else on the sail barge.

Yoda passes away on Degobah.

Some random storm troopers on the forest moon of endor.

Some furry little E-Woks bite the dust.

The officer who says "You rebel scum" all snidelike gets killed with the rest of the storm troopers, and Han Solo kills the first one stylishly by throwing a thermal charge at him and knocking him over the edge.

Some imperial and rebel pilots die. The medical frigate gets blasted by the Death Star II, Admiral Ackbar decided to take on the Super Star Destroyer.

The Super Star Destroyer gets blown up by kamakasi rebel pilot, than plunges into the Death Star.

The emperor dies;and then Darth Vader/Anakin; and all the other suckas on the Death Star II.



Well, there you go. Right out of my memory has sprung this goodness. If I forgot somebody, dang. Anywho, that's all I got for this post.

QUESTION?

Here is a question I was wondering about.

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?

This question was inspired upon viewing Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back. You should all know what I am talking about.

I kid...I kid....

All right, NO harem. People get all bent out of shape. Anywho, life with tests and papers, not so great. But other than that. I just keep on keepin on. Oh and as for the elections...Wow. I don't even know what to say. For president I think I am going to pencil in Mr Aycock, my high school computer class teacher. I think he'd do a good job. Also, I stabbed myself in the back of the throat with a straw, and it hurt a lot. I can't swallow so great now. Well, I am going to bed.

Snowboarding

Things I love:
Snowboarding
Music
Reading
Golf
Working Out
My Family (even michele)
Empanadas
My brown Jumper
Lasagna
Driving
Slurpies
Cookies, Doughnuts, Brownies
Chile
Muscle Cars
Video Games
Funny Shows (family guy, arrested developement, sienfeld)
Finishing a project
My aunt's Apple Fritter
Playing Guitar
Being witty
Traveling
Veterans
Movies
And lots of other stuff

The reason I have been thinking of all these things is because my time is largely taken up with things I don't love. Things like:

School work
Telesurveys
...

Ok, so maybe I do have time for it all but I still dislike being beholden to the responsible life. Need money, must work. Need more money, must go to school. There you go. It's all about the Benjamins. To do what one loves, one usually requires money. Thats where the not so fun stuff comes into play. What a sick life we lead.

*** Some things that might be of intrest:
The Patriots are lame, and lost. HA
I ran into the infamous "ex" And I was civil. Nothing doing in a repeat of that event though.
I went snowboarding today and it was GREAT!
Pancake Party today at my sisters, we'll see how that goes.
The Guitar Store guy put on my strap peg for free.
I have a harem. :)
Midterms and papers, yet I blog.
Went to the Used Book Store... love that place.
There is a guy named Leroy Gibbons in a nursing home and he is awesome.
First Presidency is established, good deal.


Well, I guess need to do something constuctive. Crap