These are tributes to my fondest childhood.

Well, you maybe have too much spare time on your hands already. I assume this because you are blogging and lets face it, nobody is doing this as a number one priority item. So, I will not feel bad about recommending these videos for your viewing. The people in the video obviously had more free time than you do now...

You know a dude apartment.

Here I sit with Quezada and I am waiting for Malu to get out of driving school. Also, I went to my old apartment While I am here, I noticed several things that make guy apartments dudely.
1) He cooked quesadillas in a pan that had obviously been used for something else, and not been washed. I consider it a tribute to my own dudeliness in that I didn't bat an eye at eating them.
2) There are no hand towels in dude bathrooms. You just have to dry your hands on their personal towels, which probably haven't been washed in months.
3) It is common to find a handful of napkins shoved in the toilet paper holder. Or no toilet paper at all.
4)A large pile of unwashed dishes.
5)A nicer TV than anything else in the apartment, usually with a few new gaming systems.
6) Empty pizza boxes.
7) Like six expired things in the fridge... and nothing else.
8) No warm fuzzy pictures on the wall and no catchy little handycrafts decorating stuff.
9) There is a fouton(sp?) somewhere in the place.
10) The floor is SCUZZY.

My last name.

Just sitting here, wondering..., "What is the deal with latin people and my last name?" Today in church, Malu and I gave the opening and closing prayers. That was when I was reminded of this issue. Basically, it can be anything than what it is: sweet, shwek, shrek... etc. But never SWEAT. Hmmm. Any ideas?

My late night antics.

Well... I am sure you have already noticed the slide show. I am growing by leaps and bound in my software exploration. Last night I figured out pretty much everything you see above in CS4 Photoshop. I love that program. It is sweet and there will be some more goods to come, I'll tell you what. The first was my rough attempt at figuring out how to recreate the IPOD ads. I thought those were pretty sweet and I have seen some good spoofs, so I figured I would find out if I could do it. Then I got excited and my second attempt with the peeps came out better. As far as the freaky elf looking thing goes, the Rage said it looked scary. And Malu thought they were frightening:). That's about all for now, I will soon be blogging again, about Big Steve, who is now stealthily perusing the blogosphere. His eyes are upon us, so be warned...

Texting.

It has recently came to my attention that I am a sloppy texter. I discovered this because I always use the "word" function to have the cell phone auto complete my words to go faster. Unfortunately, when each key has three letters each, it makes for some accidental (and humorous), potential errors. Some are just annoying. For example: 'me' &'of'. Also: 'go'& 'in'. But recently, I have had some good ones. I sent a text to Joe saying that I had to call my wife. Unfortunately, that is the same key stroke pattern for 'ball'. Yesterday I sent Liberty a text to ask if she and Asher were going to be 'celebrating'. While I don't remember exactly how that one was messed up, I remember that it said something 'ing' and sounded dirty. And here's a good one that the Rage asked me. If anything had ever happened (I forget what) while 'eating' different people... when she meant to say 'dating'. I want to hear all of your funny text bloopers, so get to posting.

The moment.

There is a moment, a moment we all know well, that I am about to describe. This is a moment that I am sure you’ve experienced, a moment that I can only describe as “the climax of impatience”. Now I know that our general run of the mill sleepmuch8 readers will be thinking dirty thoughts based solely on the imagery inspired by the word ‘climax’, but c’mon now, pull it together and focus with me for a second. This is the moment when you are in traffic and the light turns green but the #@#$er in front of you is dosing and doesn’t go. Or, when you are in a hurry and you are hitting all of the red lights. This is the feeling you get when you are reading a particularly crappy book (Twilight) and you just want it to end so you can say you finished one, gave it a fair shot, and still hate it. This is the precise moment when you are in church and a speaker (especially a testimony person that jumped up WAY after it was obvious that the current line was going to be cutting into your Sunday lunch/nap) is over time and weeping and showing no signs of stopping. I find my self chanting “in the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN!” over and over in my head in hopes that somehow the speaker will be overpowered by my intellect, repeat the words, and be forced to sit down. This also happened a lot on the mission with apostatizing bishops; you have a golden investigator losing desire to know more about the church because of the fools rant and you are powerless to stop it. This is the moment where you need to use the bathroom really bad in the theatre and the movie pretends to end about five times (I’m looking at you Return of the King… did we REALLY need to see the super gay –not that there’s anything wrong with that-hobbit pillow fight?) Or even Mama Mia, where the movie basically sucks and you just wish it would roll into its grave and die already (but there is a whole blog soon to come dedicated to how much I disliked that movie, so never fear, its crimes will not go unnoticed/unpunished). This is the moment where you are engaged in a discussion with someone (or you are being lectured by someone), and you just want them to shut the hell up so you can be on your way. This is the moment when you are waiting for the next shift to come on so you can be relieved, especially if they’re late (this can be really bad when you work grave). This is the moment that I will soon be experiencing, and one that I anticipate will suck, as it has thousands of times before. But there is light at the end of the tunnel friends, do not despair. The last Amen will be uttered, the light will turn green, the jerk will get out of your way, the book/movie will end, and the shift will end. This I promise you. But, you’d all better shape up because I firmly believe hell is driving to the theatre in heavy traffic to get to the huge line to see ‘Twilight’, the movie. Just thinking of that makes me shutter and desire to repent. Till next time, may your moments be brief.

Another post, the Great White Ninja

Another blog. What to post? I am trying to put together posts with more substance, but I just can’t think of anything good. Does this mean that I am indeed substance less? Well if that’s the case… crap. Oh well. I am going to list a few major events that I think maybe have been neglected in the blog world:
1) Michele and Alan are getting hitched. I think that Consuelo will be able to tell people that the Lord really does answer prayers from here on out. The happy occasion is scheduled for April 24th or 25th? I can’t remember.
2) I was accepted into the print journalism program. Unfortunately I was screwed from the get go at the first meeting for the major. Basically, to do new media I was told that I should attend this spring and summer. That’s not going to work, namely because I am a poorly newly-wed and need to work. Fear not though, all will work out; it will just take me a year longer to graduate.
3) Shane moved. I guess that’s important to some.
4) I am thinking of double minoring in Spanish and Latin American Studies. (really taking risks with those.).
5) I just loaded Adobe C4 Master Suite on my computer, and am now realizing that I need how to use it.
6) BLA BLA BLA

All right, enough of that. I drew a ninja in Adobe Illustrator. Hopefully my skill will improve. Anywho, take care and I will try to post at least weekly from now on.