Brenton and I were talking today. As is common. About rap. He was showing me some new rapper that he has found that upon first hearing him he thought he was annoying, but upon further listening he liked the flow. I stayed in the first feeling. Let me describe this to you... Young.(Possibly high school) White.(Albino/ginger mix) Poor.(Of course. You can't have rich rappers, that's silly!) I wanted to punch him so many times in the face. So many. I dislike white rappers because 90% of the time because they sound ridiculous when they try to rap. Just silly, really. And they just copy what black rappers do. And wear. And say. And think. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some freakin' legit rappers out there that are white. Like this guy...
. .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . Please. Please understand the humor in this. No. Really, though, there are some good white rappers. Like Macklemore. But you know why he is so good? Because he DOESN'T do exactly what the black rappers do. He doesn't try and emulate them. Be exactly like they are. Dress exactly like they do. He raps about shopping at Goodwill for crying out loud!
. .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . Now that right there is a good rapper.
His other stuff that is serious is good, too. It's not all just fun and games. So. For those of you out there who don't know much about rap (and I know there are many.) IKNOWWHOYOUARE I wrote this little equation for you... Talk about how rough your life was(go in to detail. People like to feel bad for you) + Talk about how you're super rich now(again, go in to detail. People like to be jealous) + Talk about all the "haters"(detail. detail. detail. Name them specifically if you can) + Make your own *dance move(or sing about one if you aren't creative enough) = POPULAR RAP STAR OF THE YEAR AWARD OR, if you already have song like that, make a song about drinking, "hos", or shoes.(You'll get the same result) *See stanky leg, cat daddy, dougie, two step, one two step, jerk, reject, etc. for some inspiration.
That being said, I still enjoy rap music because it makes my subs work. But so does other forms of music. And once those other forms utilize bass in the same way that rap does, I will no longer have a need for rap. *** Also...I love not shaving. Did I say that already? Yet...for some sick, twisted reason I am really looking forward to trimming down to just my mustache again tomorrow. A picture will follow I am sure. Peace out my homies. ~Boy
Every once in a while (about once a semester) Brenton and I decide that we need to have a period of time(usually a day) in which we listen to nothing but punk rock. This semester I decided that I would make a whole break of it. So all Thanksgiving break I have been listening to some of my old favorites, such as Blink-182, Sum 41, Bowling For Soup, All-American Rejects, Good Charlotte, etc. It takes me right back to high school.
It's funny how miserable I thought I was. How terrible I thought life was and that it couldn't possible get any worse and no one understood me.
(much like many high schoolers I'm sure)
But I look back on that time now with fondness, often wishing to go back. Hoping that those minuscule problems could be mine again instead of the problems that I face now.
I wonder if years down the road I will look back on this time and feel the same.
Wow.
I really didn't plan for my blog to match up so well with the title. I just took that from an old +44 song. Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned there.
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Nah.
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Keeping with my fashion, I will inform you on my gym time, dear interwebs:
I have become extremely self-conscious about my body.
Little things that I never even noticed before now drive me crazy day after day...
"Why can't I get rid of this fat here?" "Why aren't my arms bigger?" "Why do I have so many freaking freckles?!"
So my gym time has been amazing lately, and I have seen tons of improvements.
But it seems that the grass isn't really greener on the other side, because once you get what you want there is always something more to want leaving you constantly disappointed.
That is a very bleak outlook on life.
This is why we are taught as members of the church to be grateful for what we have and ever embrace the spirit of thanksgiving.
One of the deadliest sins is the sin of ingratitude, after all.
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I severely enjoy baths. To the extent I would rather do very little else above this activity.
Just thought you should know.
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Update on life: -Thanksgiving was good. Ate at my bishop's house and also watched football there. Then watched movies afterwards at my apartment with a friend or two who were also unfortunate enough to be marooned in Rexburg.
-Got a job offer for winter semester to work in the oil fields of North Dakota making a LOT of money. I will most likely accept this offer and return to Rexburg a king!
-Rendezvoused with a friend from my first semester tonight. Had her and one of her friends over. We watched Warrior(the greatest movie ever). Brenton had his current lady friend over.
After bringing my friends home I tried to give Brenton and his lady some alone time and so I drove around to multiple apartments of people I know and tried to make visits or see if anyone needed anything. No luck. So I came home dejected and embarrassed to interrupt their alone time.
So I naturally grabbed my guitar and computer and headed upstairs to again give them alone time. This worked well until I snapped one of my guitar strings.
So I, again, walked downstairs and apologized for interrupting.
Now here I am writing this. Which is good because I have not updated in so very, very long.
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It is Movember. Which means that I of course am dawning my official MoBro attire and growing out my upper lip hairs to the extent that some appreciate them and others recoil in horror.
This year I have had much more of the first reaction than the latter. Both previous years my mustache has been met with disgust from a good majority of those who have the pleasure of viewing it. This year, however, I am receiving much praise and admiration for it!
I think the best comment was that I looked like I should be solving mysteries. I take that as a compliment.
Perhaps if it works out well enough I may keep it past the end of November. But I doubt it.
It is ALSO Thanksgiving break, so even though I should only have a mustache in the following picture I will have much more. Because during breaks I am inclined to not shave, as you should know by now if you have EVER read my blog before...
It just occurred to me that I have fantastic eyebrows.
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If you were one of the millions foolish enough to go out shopping on this day, or you know of someone who did, I hope that all is well, you are safe, and most importantly that you got the thing that you were willing to risk life and limb for.
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Well, I think that is a sizable update for this evening. I shall return at a later date to again fill you in on the terribly exciting and important details of my life!
I was in the bathtub before going to the gym and I was pretty sore from the day before of lifting and I was watching a cool YouTube mini series called Forward Unto Dawn.
This sounds extremely nerdy, I know.
Anyone who knows me extremely well knows that I am a huge sucker for
a.)stories of brotherhood(
and
b.)true love
This has elements of both. So I was already misty-eyed. THEN one of the characters died and it got me seriously thinking about how short life is. How little time we really have on this earth to do everything we want and become who we want.
I am 25 years old.
25!
When did that happen?!
And then I started thinking of all the things I still wanted to accomplish with whatever amount of time I have left on this little rock flying through an infinite cosmos.
And it became very trivial.
In the grand scheme, when I am called to stand at the pearly gates or final judgment or whatever you want to call it, is it going to matter if I have owned a house with an indoor pool? Is it going to matter if I can bench press a geo metro? Is it going to matter if I never got to "grind the crack"? (It's not dirty. Look it up on YouTube)
(Better yet, I'll just link it)
No.
It's not going to matter! What's going to matter is the relationships I formed, the people I impacted, and the potential I lived up to.
And so I cried.
Not out of remorse.
Out of joy. And simplicity.
What an awesome world we live in.
And I decided from that time forward that I would take more advantage of it, and spend more time just really being myself and even getting to know myself so that I know who to be!
It has been fantastic so far.
Carpe Diem/YOLO. Same thing if applied correctly.
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The rest of the day was quite wonderful as well!
-Went to the gym. Killed my back and arms. I am so sore today. I can barely shrug/move my neck without mucho paino.
It's great to be back in the gym.
Except a lot of my shirts I used to own don't fit so well anymore. I bought my first "Large" shirt at the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. Medium is just a wee bit too snug. and small is DEFINITELY out of the question.
-Went to one of my adorable FHE sisters birthday party, which was enjoyable.
Until Brenton showed up and we had to leave early.
(And it was just before they put peanut butter on opposite sides of a piece of saran wrap and two people had to lick it off at the same time.) (Hilarious, I promise) (And mildly sexual)
-But we left because our good friend Kayla was in the hospital and asked for a blessing. She broke her leg playing competitive soccer. Straight through both bones. Crazy injury! Totally saw the X-Ray.
There was a bunch of people there and we stayed for a bit. She was hopped up on morphine, but her leg still hurt through her drug-induced relaxed state. I guess that's understandable.
This caused Brenton and I to reflect on why we always seem to get called to give blessings to people. Among our group of girl friends we always seem to be the people that are called to give blessings. Us two specifically.
We analyzed, and we can maybe understand why Kayla would want us. We very well might be the only guys she knows who are righteous enough to worthily hold the priesthood. With our other friends, though, we don't get it. Surely these girls know other, amazing guys who honor and uphold their priesthood. Why is it that always get called? We ended up accepting it as a compliment.
-Went back to the birthday party and things had gotten interesting. They had wrapped the birthday girl in saran wrap from head to toe and were wanting to drop her off at some random apartments and see what would happen.
*did I mention she was wearing a sash that said "Kiss Me: I'm the Birthday Girl"?
Luckily for all of us, I think, that didn't end up happening.
Even MORE lucky was that we decided to play Kissing Rugby instead!
Now...I am no stranger to kissing, and despite the fact that I had heard of this game, I had never played it. Extremely fun! If you've never played before, I can explain the rules sometime and we can get a group together to play it.
It started off slow and awkward because there were a lot of us who didn't know each other, but it quickly picked up steam once the girls saw how serious the guys were and realized that they kept losing. It became more competitive and exciting towards the end of the night.
Then we finished off the party by taking all the balloons and throwing them in some random IVY apartment. Didn't know the people at all, but filled their kitchen with balloons and then ran away. They were screaming at us as we ran.
So much fun.
Then I hid in the closet for the next 30 minutes and waited for the precisely right moment to pop out and scare people. It was fantastic.
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That was yesterday.
Today was the ward party.
There was a karaoke contest, and despite the fact that I didn't win, everyone complimented me and said how stunned they were that I was such a good singer.
I tried to accept their compliments instead of typical fashion just sluffing them off to be of no great importance. It was an ego boost. And quite nice.
*** Tonight, as I was walking one of my FHE sisters home(the same adorable one who had the birthday party) she mentioned her gratitude for genuinely sweet guys like my roommates and myself. I told her it was strange that she considered us to be of such high caliber because I don't think we would ever equate ourselves with being exemplary in any way. She assured me that we are. Even standing out amongst other BYUI men. Which shocked me. With this locus of spirituality I would imagine that there would be a plethora of righteous individuals to associate with. She said otherwise.
People are sweet(both guys and girls) until they get what they want from you. And then they act like jerks.
So it is rare to find people who continue to be sweet.
