blargh

So tired.
and sore.
This is all you receive today...

Good night Friday.

~Boy

It's Too Late To Apologize

I know, I know...

I didn't update yesterday.

I HAVE AN EXCUSE!!!

I spent the night at Brenton's and he has no wifi.  I promise, otherwise I would have updated you on the status of my physical health and facial growths!

I shall do the latter first...

As you can clearly see there are TWO things to report on this image!

1.)My facial hair is coming along nicely.  Good to know my body hasn't decided to spontaneously stop producing testosterone.  That would ALSO result in a lack of me having hair on my head.  Which I clearly have a ton of...CLEARLY

2.)I am wearing a stylish Green Bay Packers sweater.  It is comfortable and a little too large.  It was also the last one of it's kind and size at the Atrium when we were down for the stockholders meeting.

Hold on, I need to get a granola bar.

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POOF I'm back.

And the bar is delicious, I promise you.

***

Let me tell you all about what I did yesterday/today in a convenient numbered format...

-=TUESDAY=-

1.)Woke up and ran 3.5 miles.

-It wasn't as bad as the previous day, namely because I went running two hours earlier in the day, but I was still quite tired afterwards.

2.)Talked to Brenton about going to Brian's and getting the information for our window washing business.

-This failed because Brian's dad decided that he wanted to leave 4 hours earlier than originally anticipated.

3.)Went to Brenton's.

4.)Shot his bow and arrow(s).

-Haven't shot one since I was 12 years old.  It was quite exhilarating, and I still nailed the target!

5.)Went to Eric's.

6.)Went to the gym.

-After taking some of Brenton's pre-workout stuff from GNC, which got me buzzed as all get out.

7.)CRUSHED IT.

8.)Got a membership at LAFitness simply because I am quite addicted to the gym and felt so good going back after a week of not lifting.

9.)Went out on the boat.

-Learned how to knee board!  Never done it before, and I got up on my second try!  Whoop whoop!!

10.)Played volleyball for a number of hours.

11.)Collapsed sleepily on Brenton's couch.

-=WEDNESDAY=-

1.)Woke up and watched SNL digital clips with Brenton

-After having hamburgers for breakfast

-We also made a flier for our window washing business(not totally unproductive)

2.)Went to Erics

-They had a brilliant plan to go out on the boat, go to the gym, and then go out on the boat again

-I didn't like that plan, because it involved me getting sunburned, so I convinced them to stay inside instead and watch a movie and nap because we were all still tired

3.)Plan succeeded.  We watched The Marine

-It was terrible.  Period.

4.)Brenton and I went to the gym.

5.)Mildly crushed it.

6.)Came home, showered, ate dinner, and am now sitting on my couch in the basement typing this.

***
It was a load of successes delivered quite swiftly!  And tomorrow is promising to be another great day of water, wackiness, and of course, women.

It is now time for me to do something different!

Love, ~Boy

Haiku Hiatus

So this whole break I'm going to really try and update the world on my life EVERY day.

This means I'm going to go ahead and skip the alphablog thing for a while (let's face it, I was never really good at it anyway).

BUT, seeing as how my life while back home currently has two themes, my blog will have two themes!

...instead of just one that I wasn't very good at fulfilling in the first place.

Running and beard.

I know what you're thinking, "Oh man, Spense, that sounds SO interesting!  I'm glad that you will be updating us on these things."

(You were saying that with heavy sarcasm.  I picked up on it over the internet, that's how heavy it was.)

You were actually probably thinking something more along the lines of "Why did I ever bother with reading this in the first place?"

You are a very judgmental person.  Shame on you.

***

Yesterday my mother, my brother, and I traveled to Green Bay for the annual Green Bay Packers Stockholders Meeting.

This may not interest you, because I am well aware that *most of the people who read this are female, but let me assure you that this is very rare and supremely cool!

(*see all)

Most professional sports teams are owned by a single owner.  This owner is usually some snooty, rich person. (I assume.  They could be really nice I suppose)  When changes are made to teams it is at the whim of the single owner, and profits from the team go to the single owner.

The Packers, however, are a publicly owned team!  This means that you can own stock in them and that they are run by a board of directors that are voted in to office by the shareholders. (I recently voted for these very people)  The profits from the team are obviously used to pay the players(just like every other team) and then the profits go back to the community.  6 million dollars this last season went back to the community.  They are also making huge renovations to the legendary stadium Lambeau Field, which normally have to be funded through taxes(in the case of the new Minnesota stadium), but these are funded through voluntary donations by stockholders.

Can you imagine if the U.S. Government was run like the Green Bay Packers?  There would be no trillions of dollars of deficit.  There would be bonus revenue to spend on and spoil the citizens.  Free lollipops anyone?

Needless to say, I love this football team, I love this stadium, I love this town, and I love my mother for paying for my brother and I to join her on this adventure!

(This is also the first image I have ever seen in which I can seen ANY sort of resemblance between my brother and I (despite his lack of hair and my overabundance...))

***

Seeing as how I am not at BYU-I right now, it is time for my traditional NOTSHAVINGEVER EVENT.

Exhibit A...

The moral of the story is this: I dislike shaving every day.  I dislike it very much.  Even to the point that I don't ever do it and will sometimes go a little too long at school without shaving and get spoken to by a teacher or testing center official.  So when I am home I rarely shave, even to the point of beard development(even though I am not overly fond of full-grown beards either) just because I can and no one will say anything about it besides "Gee, Spenser, you sure do look good with all that hair on your face.  It matches all the hair on your head and due to a particular set of hormones my body releases right now.  Kudos to you!"

Yup.

That actually happens.

Totally.

***

Last story for the day!

I went running yesterday.

That's it.  Good night!

Just kidding...

I went running.  And it was 91 degrees outside.  With 60% humidity.

I died.  But not really.

I did sweat a TON, though.  And wanted to cry a little.  And wanted to throw up a lot.  But I didn't.

I am now tracking my runs through http://www.mapmyrun.com, though, and that's pretty neat.  I suggest it to all my running friends.

THAT'S all.  Have a good night.

~Boy

P.S. It's raining a lot around here.  I can't wait for more rain.  I love rain.

This is what I dislike most about Rexburg.  Lack of rain.

Mothers Magic

I.
Love.
Minnesota.

It is my absolute favorite place in the world.  Minnesota and Wisconsin, that is...Minnesconsin.

My future wife must love it here as well.  This is NOT an option.

I have been all over this great country of mine (minus the east coast) and there are great things everywhere.  However, nowhere captures my heart like Minnesota.

OKIMDONERANTING

***

I've only been back for a day and a half but I am so stinkin' content.  Hence me currently sitting on the couch in my relatively new finished basement with a big bowl of ice cream, the Sunday newspaper comics, and Great Lake Warriors on the tele in front of me.

THIS JUST IN...

I MAY be slightly addicted to the History Channel.  I enjoy just about any and every show that they have on.

I'm not a junkie...I promise.

(Discovery Channel isn't bad either)

***

I may be happy and home in Minnesota but there are definitely some things I miss about Idaho...

...namely Miss'.

I think that's the way you would type that, but I honestly have no clue.

I meant  to say multiple Miss, meaning multiple girls.

I just like 'em.  They make life so much more meaningful.

It's a beautiful aspect of going to BYU-I.  Girls.

OKIMDONEMUMBLING

***

I'm loving this ice cream right now.

ANDSHARKWRANGLERSISONNEXT!

#BESTTIMEOFDAY

#SHARKSJUMPING6FEETOUTOFTHEWATER

...neither of those are real #s...

but they should be!

***

ok, prime example for why I love being home
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS REAL:

Upon completing my large bowl of ice cream I thought it would be a great idea to be kind and wash out my bowl.  Which I did.

My mom and my stepdad were in the kitchen talking about something or other and upon my arrival my mother asked me my opinion on some gospel topics.  Her story is that she is going to teach at girls camp or something this week.

We proceded to have a deep conversation about why young girls would care about keeping and making covenants.

This was obviously a little tough for me to perfectly emulate...seeing as how I am neither 12 NOR female.  But I did my best.

After speaking about this for a while we went downstairs and had family prayer.  It was great.

***

We had a terrific and safe trip home from Idaho and we even took a bunch of videos.  I hope to make a collaborated video of these adventures sometime soon.

~Boy
**EDIT**
JUST 3 or 4 minor notes I forgot to mention earlier, but shall make space and time for them now...
1.) In case you didn't notice, I really enjoy facial hair.  And truly despise shaving.  I wish it were possible to have a permanent 5'o'clock shadow.
2.) My hair is quite amazing.  I do not say this to brag but to simply make a point.  At church today(while back in my home singles ward(which has changed a lot and I no longer enjoy as much)) a random gentleman walked behind me and brushed my hair with his hand/wrist/forearm, for which he apologized immediately.  The females that were close in tow began teasing him about this encounter.  He stated he simply really wanted to touch my hair because it is so fluffy(in jest).  They all had a laugh(at my hair's expense may I add) and then the girls noted that they wouldn't mind also brushing my hair, and proceded to half ask if they could but without actually asking me, but instead in the form of a continued conversation between the three of them.
I consented.
They enjoyed it, and commented as such.
That's right.  Complete strangers enjoy touching my hair.  And then they tell their friends about it so THEY can touch my hair.
3.) I worked out a lot this semester.  A LOT.  I have achieved a weight of 190ish lbs.  This is more than I would like, despite the fact that I don't really show much sign of bulk.  So I have decided to spend this break from school(and the gym) running.  Every day.  At LEAST 3 miles.  I don't know if I would really be happy with less than 4 in all honesty.
Because now that I have muscles I would like to show them off.  I know this sounds terribly shallow, and it very well might be.
But I don't care because it will make me happy to be found attractive for once in my life.  I will not obsess over this, but I will demand better of myself.


That is all.
Merry Mike's Birthday!


~Boy(Again)

Love Languages and Other Linguistic Logarithms

As always, it has been too long.

This semester has been an extremely crazy one.  I can't even begin to describe all the crazy things that have gone on!

Ok, maybe I can begin...and so I shall.

***

Let me first begin by saying that today 7/11/12 is Brenton and Spenser's Punk Rock Day.(We really need to come up with a better acronym for that, I know)  Once a semester, at least, Brenton and I decide that for an entire day we will listen to nothing but Punk Rock music.  We had been contemplating this idea for a couple weeks already this semester, and today I just could not take it anymore, and decided that today was the day.  And so my life of rock has begun.

And it has been fantastic already!

Let me tell you why...

-Pretty lady smiles at me on the way to class. (I know, this has the potential of meaning absolutely nothing in the long run, but it was a good start to the day)

-Get to my first class.  It's canceled. BOOM!  Awesomeness ensues.

That's all it takes to give me a fantastic day.  How easy, right?

Oh, and of course Pandora is playing some wickedly awesome beats for me to enjoy.

***

Since my first class was canceled, I contemplated heavily what to do with my time.  I could go back home...but that would yield next to no benefits because no one is home, so I would be alone to watch something on the History channel.

And that just sounds like no fun.

So I went to the Gardens and sat in a gazebo for a matter of seconds trying to get internet.  It wasn't happening.  So I decided to ditch that effort and just come inside.

Where I read some of the Psychology posters before deciding to update my blog.

***

This semester has been filled with a lot of good times, but also a lot of self-exploration.  It all started just over two weeks ago when I was at Ririe Dam with some of my good friends.  A couple times this semester we have gone bridge/cliff jumping, but I never jumped.

It wasn't because I am afraid of heights.

It wasn't because I am afraid of water.

I couldn't explain exactly what it was that made me not want to jump.  There was just something inside of me that said no.  So naturally I, being the church-going, God-fearing person that I am, decided this was some sort of prompting and I should probably just keep following it and never jump and always remain a lame-o.

And so I did...for a while.

Yet, despite me never jumping, I kept going with my friends.  Something drew me towards the idea of jumping, but kept me back from doing so.

So there I was, at Ririe Dam.  Standing on the edge of the smallest possible "cliff" known to man.  It was more of a ledge than anything else.  Hardly 5 feet above the water and yet, despite the very small drop I still could not bring myself to jump.

What could it be that was holding me back?

And then it hit me like a large boulder crashing down from the cliffs above.

Change.

I was terrified of change.  Of becoming someone other than who I was.
Change is a strange topic.  Depending on how you view it, it can be a good thing or a bad thing.  It can be scary and it can be entirely harmless, even beneficial.

So I jumped.  And again.  And again.

I've jumped off many things, now.  And that fear is still there when I get to the ledge, but I recognize that strength doesn't come from getting rid of fear, but facing fear and overcoming it each and every time it shows up.
Since this realization I have made a couple life changes so as to make me a better person, I believe.
***
I have made a lot of lady friends over this semester.  A bunch that are entirely new, and some that were just acquaintances but are now good friends.
Needless to say, I have loved this semester.
DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S A BILLION DEGREES ALMOST EVERY DAY. KALVIN.
That's right.
It's 100,000 times hotter than the sun.  In Rexburg.
LUCKILY it's cloudy out today.  And freakin' beautiful!  It's cloudy and moderately temperatured and beautiful and it might rain and I love it.
***
Well, it's almost time for my next class to start, so I'm gonna go.
But I'll leave you with a little taste of the delights found in Rexburg during the spring.

Enjoy!

P.S. I apologize for the ramblings found in this post.  I really should have been more organized.

Krabby Patties

Call me SpongeBob.
Stacking Krabby Patties.
...
I love dancing.  A lot.
I do it everywhere.
At work(when I have a job)...
At school(usually seated)...
At home(even in the shower)...
At play(It's play time.  I do what I want)...
I may even be doing it right now while on the third floor of the library "studying"(underneath the desk)...
When I think of the letter K, I think of Krabby Patties.  Which of course are a made-up hamburger from the Krusty Krab located in Bikini Bottom in SpongeBob universe.
And when I think of Krabby Patties, I think of Cat Daddy.
Which of course is a dance style.
I don't expect you to understand if you aren't the type to listen to hip-hop music.
But if you are, then FANTASTIC!


***


My roommate, Brenton, and I have been coming to the library a lot lately.  Like...every freakin' night.  Usually between the hours of 8-11 you can find us on the third flood of the library.  Just doin' our thing.  Studyin' like scholars.
You know.
Most of the time we also have some sort of food with us.  The recent favorite is to order pizza and have it delivered to the library.  It makes us feel special when they come in the doors looking for us.  Today it was Domino's thin crust.

Let me tell you...
It was amazing.
The studying, however, was only so-so.


***


I am konstantly  surprised when people discover for the first time that I had brain surgery.  I just hold this to be general knowledge, and so I figure everyone knows it, but I am SO mistaken.
A friend of mine just today stalked my Facebook photos and saw that I had brain surgery.
Needless to say, she immediately freaked out and started asking a number of questions.
It makes me feel like a mini celebrity.


***


The library is about to klose, so I will be kicked out soon.  This post may be kut short due to this unfortunate notice...


***


As a teenager I legitimately replaced all the c's with k's when typing online.  I don't know why, besides the fact that I somewhat loathe the letter C (which is a story for another time) and because I wanted to be kool.


***


Remember when I said that the library would be klosing soon?  It's klosing now.
And they're playing Thriller by Michael Jackson over the PA to let us know.


My life is komplete.


~Boy

THAT'S Justice.

My friends/roommates and I have recently become quite obsessed with Dom.
Dom Mazzetti.

It all started with YOLO...

He's filthy.

He's funny.

He's a man.

We have started watching a video or two every day before we go and work out, which is a daily occurrence.
(Remind me to tangaent on this later...)

It is truly "Bromance" time.

You have been reading for probably a couple seconds now, and you haven't seen a single J.  And I know what you're thinking.
"Dude, Spease, what's the deal?  You're supposed to be going on a theme here."
/le angry face

To which I say to you...

J's are hard letters.

Sure, there are tons of words that start with J, but they just don't flow with my vocabulary very well.

NOWLETMEGETBACKTOMYSTORIES

I was talking with my roommate Brian last night about something or other when our slightly darker roommate Caleb entered the room and started to say something but stopped himself mid-sentence to say "Dang, dude, you're getting big!"

THIS is just what I like to hear.

Anyone who regularly works out, I feel, would enjoy being noticed for their accomplishments.

This caused me to later converse with Brian about how lifting has become the most satisfying hobby I've ever taken part in.

No one besides other gamers gives you compliments on your gaming accomplishments, however, EVERYONE will give you compliments on your personal fitness accomplishments.
***QUICK BREAK***
There is an advertisement for OnlineBootyCall.com on TV right now.  Our world is surely going to hell.  It makes me cringe for my children.
***QUICK BREAK OVER***

If someone is trying to lose weight, or is training for a marathon, or is trying to gain more muscle, or is just trying to look better people will comment.  Or at least those who are close enough to you will.  Those who don't know you that well might be a bit more reserved.

C'est La Vie.

I've decided to skip my first class tomorrow.  I am awake MUCH too late to get up in time for Science...

We have decided on a cool new place to live next semester!!

It is called Brighton.  They are townhouses(dos levels) for 4 young men or women.  It is going to be a blast and a half!  Brenton, Brian, Josh, and I will be having an amazing time in our brand spankin' new townhome.  Will I live further from campus?  Ya.  Will I mind?  ...maybe.  But I'll deal with it, because we will finally have a clean, fun, AMAZING place to live.

Here is where the big J of the day comes in.

While walking home from my last class today, I happened upon a jentleman running around the perimeter of campus.
Ya, I know gentleman is spelled with a g, but it was a soft joke.  It was soft to get you ready, as the reader, for the hardcore jenius coming your way!

That was another soft one.

As I watched him run, I began tracking my thoughts.

And I will tell you...I was disturbed.

I.

Am.

SO.

Judgmental.

I couldn't stand the way he was running.  It just made me laugh.  How can he think he is doing it right?!  How can he even think he is getting a good work out?  B'AH!

...

After noting these thoughts of mine, I began to feel rather terrible.

UTTERLY terrible.

How could I think about another person this way?  No Bueno and No Mas.

He has every right to run how he wants.  Perhaps it is his first time.  Perhaps he is SUPER tired after running like 17 miles.  Perhaps he has a condition.

THE POINT IS I don't know what it is like to be this man, and so I should not be judging him this way.

I shouldn't be judging anyone this way.

And I for darn certain shouldn't be judging myself this way.  I, like most others, judge myself more harshly than any other single person that I come in contact with.

Name of the Game:
Judgment is BAD.

I saw Bill Cosby tonight in the Hart.

It was EPIC.

He is a jenuinely(see what I did there?) jovial, funny old man.  His humor makes me laugh.  It has for the last 16 years of my life, and it probably will as long as he is alive or as long as I can see clips of him telling jokes.

I like a girl.

Maybe a lot.

I don't want to jinx anything...but I think she likes me, too.

Now I have to go before my lappy toppy battery dies.

Ciao!

~Boy