Think

About IT.

That is all.

This fire sucks. Lets go swimming

Yesterday was fun. I ate at Mi Ranchito with Ronnie, Matt, Kent, and Cole. The food was awful! I guess we kinda deserved that though since we messed with the Hispanic waiter Carlos. He's a nice and polite waiter, but his accent is so funny you try to imitate it when he takes your order and you crack up! So of course he is thinking we are laughing at him.

After dinner, Ronnie, Cole and I drove to Provo and picked up a friend of Ronnie's. Then we came back to Spanish Fork and rode on a couple of rides at the carnival. After that we went to a bonfire on the beaches of Utah Lake. It was lame until Ronnie bet Landon he couldn't fit five of the HUGE massive marshmallows in his mouth at the same time. If he did, Ronnie was going to jump into the lake naked. If not, same terms except it would be Landon jumping in. Long story short, Landon was naked and in the lake after gagging on marshmallows the size of softballs.

We all ended up getting in the lake striping down to boxers, bras and panties (Lacy looked really good like that ;)She's a hot cowgirl). But we never swam. Utah lake is so shallow, we walked hundreds of yards in the lake and never got chest deep! The bonfire was a tiny orange spec and we still were walking in water up to our knees!

Well the night ended with watching "What happens in Vegas" and playing a couple games of Cut Throat Pool. How was your Thursday?

There's too many love songs...

Is it just me? Or is EVERYBODY enjoying the pleasure of significant others while I am not?

But lately... I've noticed there are too many songs about the L word I can't stand it. No I'm not in love (which is probably why I notice these songs). Or maybe it's because I am in love, but can't show it? I don't know, there are some girls that are just amazing all you can do is think about them. I've only really talked to her face to face once, and probably messed it up that once. If my friend wasn't right there I wouldn't have replied with a

"Ha ha, um I don't know? You kinda look familiar. Ha ha ha Oh I gotta go see ya."

after she asked if we knew each other. I wish I would have said something along the lines of

"Yea, I think we do! By the way, you have gorgeous eyes. Would you be interested in getting a coffee sometime so I can see this adorable face again?"

Stupid me.

Space time continuum... or not.

So it is a day shy of the end of June 2 x 1000 + 10. I'm sure no one will read this, but I will try to post this anyway. Not long ago I was talking to my friend in her living room at what I am pretty sure was 3am; after some mixture of being kicked out and leaving my home two and a half hours earlier.

We were discussing all kinds of topics, everything from what we aspire too, to the fact that shit happens. She started to describe an idea she had, which she thought would make an excellent film. I would have to agree because the whole idea of it was 'What if you could see, or somehow know when somebody was going to die? Or how much time they had left on the life clock floating above their head?' I must say after much discussing, the idea had me intrigued. Encouragingly I said "One scene could be of the main character somehow discovering he had this remarkable ability, [to see how much time people had left to breathe] he walks past a man who has less than three minutes left, so he follows at a distance until he sees the clock wind down to 0:00:01, and BAM!! He gets taken out by a truck!" Then she replies "Yeah, or he could save the guy somehow and sees the time clock go from 0:00:01 all the way up to 23:34:25:58" (some random number signifying he still had more time to live because he had just been saved.)

I told her that would be good for the audience to help with the plot, or make the story more interesting (and I wanted to say interesting for most of the population because they are idiots). She didn't understand, so I tried to explain that you cannot change the future. No matter how hard you try, the future will happen the way it's supposed to happen. If by some miracle you could see a man with less than three minutes to live, no matter how hard you try, even if you put him in some kind of a perfect protective bubble, he would die.

Wasting precious...

Well, I am new to this. I should be working but I'm not. I should be doing something with my time. But the more I type reveals my work ethic and self pleasing attitude. I guess on the bright side, I haven't released tons and tons of oil into the gulf.

I have a tendency of leaping without looking. People say "take a picture, it will last longer." I reply "true, if you live in a single framed motionless life." but I still take the picture.