Sunday, December 12, 2010

Yeah. I fail.

I fail a lot.

You know this whole blogging thing? Yeah. It's not my thing. Sorry to you two or three people who actually read my posts haha. You know this whole plan I had to blog about every day and make them all epic? Yeah. I couldn't do it. I'm much more of a random person, not a daily kinda guy. And I'm much more of a one liner kind of guy, if you know what I mean. But moral of the story: My time in Logan is now over. I've done a buttload of epic stuff. And now its over. I'm super sad. But I'm excited for the good times that are to come in the next few months in STG.

As for this blog..well...we'll just see what ends up going on it, if anything.

Oh. And on a side note. I got my mission suits. And I bought a pocket watch to go with them. I'm gonna be the sexiest missionary on the East coast. Just sayin.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thursday, December 18th- 27 days left

Epicosity Rating: 6

Thursday was one of those days that just didn't stop. You know how that is. My morning classes went about as usual. After my last class (ballroom) was out, I went to the library and did four hours of homework. That was exciting. After homework, I ate dinner in the junction, went to a meeting to find out how to become an RA when I get back from my mission, had my personal priesthood interview, then had supersax practice. It was at this practice that Dr. G (the director of jazz at USU and an INSANE saxophonist) broke it to us that if we didn't double the speed of our hardest song, we couldn't perform in the concert in two weeks. Once again. That was exciting. After that, I went to the 2.5 lounge to try to do more homework. But I couldn't. It seemed like all day, I was being bothered by something in the back of my mind. Not that that's anything unusual though. I could blog for hours about all the stuff that goes on in my head lately. But that day was rough it seemed. I felt like a lot of things in my past were coming back to remind me of how good things were back then and compared themselves to how things are now. It bugged. Fortunately, I have an amazing friend with me up here.


I don't think I can express with words how grateful I am to have a friend like Berkley Anne Sumner up here at college. The transition has been rough, not gonna lie. I don't know what I would do without her friendship. Oh wait. I do know what I would do. I'd die of sorrow. But really. She's super amazing, and she's helped me through some of my hardest times up here and I'll be forever grateful for it.

Anyways. As I sat in the 2.5, Berk texted me and ended up coming to visit me. We then moved into the music building so I could play piano and she could stall until midnight so she could register for classes. I played my favorites, then worked on my current project song- "Desperado" by the Eagles. Suddenly, Berk started laughing. She had pulled up some pictures of high school on facebook. We talked for a bit, and then the conversation hit one of the sore spots that had been bugging me that day.


 Brad Dorius. Brad and I have been best buddies since sixth grade. I still remember the day I met him in Mr. Bozarth's science class. We were lab partners. We created our child Gregor. That's when I knew we'd be friends for a long time. And indeed, we were.







Yesterday, my best friend went into the MTC for his mission to South Korea. Brad is going to be an incredible missionary, and I'm so happy for him and the opportunities that he's going to have, and I'm glad to be close behind on the same path.  But still. On Tuesday, we talked on the phone for the last time and said our final farewells. It didn't really register to me yet that he was about to leave. But today, it kinda hit me. He was off. I knew I could still write and I'd see him again in two years, but I'm terrible at goodbyes. But yeah. I love this guy, and I already miss him a lot.

So going back now. Me and Berkley. In the practice room. Conversation turned to Brad, and I suddenly didn't feel like playing piano. It was just the icing on my mental mess cake. So me and Berk parted ways so she could register for classes. I went back up to the 2.5 to try homework. Again. But Berk texted me saying the server crashed, so she came up to talk. And talk we did. Me and Berk have had many late night soul searching sessions. This one was no exception. We talked for forever and I let out my frustrations and pains. It's amazing how our conversations go. But to make a long story short, she left some time later, and I headed to my dorm and got to bed quite late. Now many would view this day as bad. I mean, nobody likes the days when you're hectically busy and have it end in a slightly depressing manner. But there are two reasons why today was still a 6 in epicness. First, I realized how grateful I am for my friendship with Berkley Sumner, and second, I grew to a greater appreciation of how much I miss and prize my friendship with Brad Dorius.

Tonight, I am grateful for best friends.

Wednesday, December 17th- 28 days left

Epicosity Rating: 3

Yeah. Today was pretty lame. Classes. Nap. Work. The only thing I did to deserve the 3 is my midnight Wal-mart run. I spend $10 on 20 cans of corn and peas for a can drive my HONR 1300 class was doing. I got weird looks walking around with 20 cans of peas. So that was cool. But I came home, sat on my laptop until 2, as usual, and went to sleep. So yeah. Not the most epic day ever.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Tuesday, December 16th- 29 days left

Epicosity Rating: 9

Tuesday was a day when I did some things I never dreamed I would have done when I was back in high school. It was a day when I did something that required me to use all my skill, all my years of training of being agile and sensual, a day when I participated in an act that would alter people's views of me for the rest of my life

It was the day that I danced the Tango.

But let's back up a little bit. We'll get to that in a minute. Tuesday morning was just as unusual for my life's plan as was the evening's competition. I woke up and had Missionary prep as usual. But instead of heading straight back to the Junction for breakfast, I needed to make a stop first. I had an appointment with Career Services. As many of you may know, up to this point, my life's ambition has been to become a dentist. It would be a perfect job- great hours, good pay, I'd be able to help people, and it wouldn't consume my life so I could have my family be my priority. It fits everything I want out of my future career. But lately, it just hasn't floated my boat. I felt the need to explore my options. I mean, heck. I had 29 days left up here. Why not use that time to ponder the rest of my life? My advisor gave me a website of surveys that asked questions about your interests and skills. It was similar to the infinite ones that we took in high school to try and help us figure out our lives. But this one was geared towards college kids trying to pick a major and a career. It was a LOT more intense. After it was done, it gave me a list of careers that fit me. I picked my top 5. They included: General Practitioner, Dentist, College Professor, Human Resources Executive, and High School Administrator. Yeah. I know. They all sound super exciting. But, they all seem to fit me well. I worked on this until I needed to head to my last class of the day- Ballroom Dance. I went, shook my hips with the Samba, and headed home. I took my daily nap right on schedule and worked on homework. I then went to my sax lessons and then Supersax rehearsal (here's the song we're working on right now. It's wicked hard: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcL0Qxa7RLY ). After my lips were too tired to function, I ran back to the dorm to grab my ties. It was time to dance. A week before we learned the samba in my ballroom class, we learned how to tango. I loved it. While we were learning it, she told us she wanted us all to dance in her recital in a tango competition. I was all over it. My two partners were Allison Kemp and Lauren Wulfley. They were both way awesome dancers, and they both said they'd write me on my mission. But that's another story for another day. I rushed over to the HPER gym where the recital was being held. After watching the ballet students do their thing, it my turn to get my groove on. I had a blast. I didn't win anything at all, but it was super fun performing in front of a crowd again and getting to know those two awesome girls. I walked home feeling all latino. All in all, it was a day I never expected to have. But nonetheless, it was awesome.

Monday, December 15th- 30 days left

Epicosity Rating: 10 (But not just a 10. A HARDCORE 10)

Today was the day I came to the realization I had a month left. Only 30 days in Logan. It had been 5 days since I had opened my mission call and reality was really starting to hit home hard (hows that for alliteration? Thank you Mrs. Madden!) The morning was typical. Biology 1610, then Public Speaking, then Honors American Institutions. I came home, took my daily nap, and prepared for work.


Behold, the apron. I wear this nasty little beauty three times a week. It is my blessing and my curse. Kinda like the whole Spiderman thing. Work was awesome that night. I made about $75 dollars in tips. But there was one problem- I was craving chocolate like crazy. I had been all day. I don't know why either. I must have been on a man period or something. Anyways, I decided to go to Wal-mart and get some chocolate along with some needed items on my way home. As I wondered the aisles of the store, I suddenly caught the scent of Christmas cinnamon (you know what I'm talking about). I followed my nose and found myself in the Christmas section of the store. I then noticed a big arrow pointing to a tent outside. I walked in and I found myself entering a scene from a dream.

The Christmas Tree Tent.

I've been fantasizing about getting a Christmas tree in my dorm for quite some time. My dorm was just too boring. As I walked around the tent, I found the one. Colorado Pine. Fake needles. Pre-lit. 6 feet 6 inches. It was mine. I grabbed it, bought two boxes of candy canes, a bag of scented pine cones, 30 red orbs, and extension cords. Everything I needed to get Christmas going. I also secured my chocolate. I knew I needed other things, but I no longer cared. I had a Christmas tree in my cart. I went to the check out line and paid for my purchases all in one dollar bills. I thought it was awesome. The check-out lady didn't. But heck! I'm a waiter. It's all I got! I left with only a $5 bill left of the night's $75. But it was totally worth it. On my way home, I called my new friend Anita and asked if she wanted to come over and eat some chocolate and help me set up a Christmas tree. She accepted. I mean, who wouldn't? Chocolate, a Christmas tree, and KC Esplin?? I know. Every girl's fantasy. Anyways. We set up the tree and devoured the symphony bar and the 8 pack off Reeses. After she left, I lay on my couch and watched my Christmas tree shine and pondered the mysteries of life until about 2 AM. As I went to bed, my last thoughts were something along the lines of "Today, was truly epic."


Monday, November 22, 2010

Here's the Plan...

So recently, I've been kinda freaking out. I only have 22 days left up here at USU campus before I return home to sit on my butt for two months before heading out to the MTC and then on to New Hampshire (for which I'm insanely excited by the way.) But for now, I can't stop thinking about the fact that time is so short before I have to leave my friends, my situation, and all the opportunities to go crazy.

So. I came up with a plan.

This last Monday, I had a revelation. I wanted to try aim to make every single day left up here as epic as possible. And, I decided to use this blog that I've forsaken the last few months to help me do it. Here's the plan. I'm going to aim to do something epic every day I have left up here. Then, at the end of the day (or whenever I remember to get onto here) I'll rate how epic every day is on a scale of 0-10. It will be the "Epicosity Reading." Every day I don't get a high number, I'll consider a failure. I'm hoping this will help me make the most out of the three weeks I have left up here. I started this last Monday, so I'm already behind, but I'll start working on getting caught up as soon as I can.

So, ladies and gentlemen, let's get epic.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

One of my new favorite things

See these bad boys right here?


Yeah. These guys are attached to my feet more often than shoes are. I call them my sheilas. Not out loud or anything. Just in my head. But yeah. I ride them to class, in between classes, after class...I love it. I usually go out and cruise campus with them late at night several times a week. Sure, I probably look like a tool using them, but still. It's wicked fun. And it's super efficient too. One of the beautiful things about USU campus is that it's all very close to everything. A person can walk from one end of campus to the other in about 10 minutes. So, if I strap these guys on, I can get across campus in two minutes. This comes in handy when I leave my dorm at 8:28 for my 8:30 class. And yes. I still get there on time.

One problem comes from using these bad boys all the time though. Generally, there are other people on the sidewalks too. There isn't anything quite like the adrenaline rush you get weaving in and out of the 8:30 sidewalk traffic while on blades. That fact has made things hazardous on occasion. One morning for instance, I was booking it to class because I was late. I was going at least 50-60 mph. I was weaving in and out or people with my mad skills as usual. But then I came to a big crowd of people. There was a gap on the left side though, so I decided to go for it. As I did, a biker all of a sudden came out of nowhere heading straight for me. I veered left into a lawn, which I discovered was wet. My feet came straight out from under me and I landed flat on my back. Right in front of all the people. I bruised my coccyx and my arm got nice and scraped up. It was awesome! It's been the only spill so far, but it still hasn't stopped me from tearin' up the streets.

If you've never tried blading before, you should consider it. It's quite awesome.






Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Open Your Mind and Let Go

Ya know, I've been learning a lot up here at college. I've been learning about biology, government, music, myself, and a whole other bunch of good stuff. After all, you're supposed to be learning at college, right? But lately, I've been learning a principle that hasn't been taught in the classroom, and I think it's the most valuable thing I've learned thus far:

Open Your Mind.

Up to this point in my life, I haven't really had the need to look at the big picture. All I needed to do was worry about maintaining my GPA, planning the next school event, having a healthy romantic life and keeping track of the relationships of others, increasing my religious faiths without really exploring nor caring about the beliefs of others, etc. As long as I had my dominion over my high school life, there wasn't a need to look at what was going on outside of Snow Canyon High School. Life was mine to control.

But now, everything has changed. Suddenly, everything isn't in a straight line in front of me. I came up here thinking I could go through college with the same frame of mind I had in high school. Boy was I wrong. To quote my mentor Vernon Parent "Going to college is like going from being a big fish in a small pond to a little fish in a vast ocean." (I did inflate that language a little bit, but I figure Vernon still deserves the credit =P) I've definitely had to adjust to that change in many ways. One big one is learning to accept diversity. I talked a little bit about that diversity in my last post. There was very little of that degree of diversity back in high school, and coming up here was a big shock. I just learned about stereotyping and prejudice in my social psychology class, and I won't lie, I fell victim to implicit prejudice when I first arrived. It was easy to see people who I had never encountered as an "out group." This is something I've had to learn to embrace with an open mind. These people are just the same as me. They may have different skin and speak a different language and worship another God, but innately, we are the same. That was a big opening of my little bubble.

Another opening I've had to make in my mind is to religion. I just submitted my mission papers today (woot woot!!). I've been preparing fervently for the next two years of my life. But, having my beliefs back home were easy. 90% of the people I knew shared my beliefs. Here, probably only 50% of my new friends do.Yeah, I know, its not that big of a difference, but I've never had the opportunity to strike up a conversation about religion with a complete stranger of another faith. And I've been doing it without the need to impose my beliefs on them, but just so I can learn what they believe. I've even experienced quite a bit of prejudice for believing what I do. I still stand very strongly in what I believe, but opening my mind so I don't view those who don't share my beliefs as "different" has been one of the coolest learning experiences I've had so far.

The hardest way I've had to open my mind is with the second principle I've learned up here:

Let Go.

Anybody who truly knows me knows that I get attached to people or beliefs easily. Because of that, high school was basically my entire life when I graduated, and coming up here and leaving it behind was like cutting off a limb. Coming up here meant saying goodbye to my family, my accomplishments, my past life, my friends....I know that sounds selfish, but I felt like I left a lot of myself behind when I arrived at USU. I knew the best way for me to embrace college was to put the past behind me and open my mind to the future. That has been my greatest trial thus far. I can't explain how much I miss my family back home. I struggle to keep myself sane when reflecting back to special memories with special people. Above all else, I miss so many of my friends that are now across the state and will soon be sent across the world. I grew attached to all these things the past 18 years of my life. Yet, what I've learned is this: I must open my mind. I miss high school with a passion, but I can't let that attachment distract me from my new college life. Letting go of those emotional ties is something I don't do easily. But I'm learning how to open my mind to the future and the world around me now, and I'm learning how to let go of the past to the degree that it is still special, but not keeping me from my potential.

ANYWAYS! Sorry to go on a deep rant like that. BUT! To put it all into English: Friends, I miss you. A lot. But I'm learning so much up here and growing in ways I never thought I would. My mind is being opened to new things on a daily basis, and I feel myself becoming the person I was born to be. So...Be Strong, Stay True, and remember: Jump On It.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

What the College...

So, I'm a college kid now. I know. Weird. I used to be so intimidated by kids in college. When you met them, they seemed like they were on drugs and wanted to beat you up. Not much has changed in that department. BUT! Now, I'm a peer amongst all of them. Its crazy to actually be here though. You think about it all your life and then you get here and it's like "this is it??" It hasn't been what I was expecting at all, not gonna lie. Here's a few ways I've been surprised by college thus far.

1) You have to do school work! I mean, what the heck! Everybody who goes to college comes home talking about the parties and the friends and the crazy good times. I think they just repress the fact they have hours upon hours of homework and reading assignments to go along with those parties.

2) People aren't going crazy about marriage like everybody is always talking about! In high school, that's all people talked about. Marriage = college. Yeah, I'm pretty sure 99% of the population up here could care less about marriage right now. They're too busy having fun and doing school work right now. Of course, I've only been here for 3 weeks so people really haven't had much time to 'get it on' yet, but all I know is that I've met two married people in all my classes with upper class men. Everybody else is single and don't intend to change anytime soon.

3) The diversity up here BLOWS MY MIND!! I knew USU had a large population of international students before I got here, but dang. I see women in Muslim hijabs every day. I hear African, French, Spanish, Chinese, Japenese, and a whole other load of languages in conversation as I walk down the street. I've seen full body tattoos and bodies covered in piercings. It's been quite a huge change compared to little sheltered STG! Probably the biggest change is the religious diversity though. Not a single one of my 5 roommates are LDS. In fact, it seems its hard to find others of the same faith as me. There's plenty of pros and cons of that of course. But that can be another discussion for another day.

4) Finally, the lifestyle is so much different compared to high school. Back in SCHS, I could easily name more than half the kids I passed in the halls. Here, I don't see the same people more than a few times a week. Living by my judgment has been very different. I eat when I'm hungry. I sleep when I'm tired. I go rollerblading when I'm bored. I watch balloonshop when I want to procrastinate. Ok sure, I did most of that stuff back home. But, it never happened on my schedule. There isn't a lunch bell saying when I can eat food. I don't have my parents making sure I go to bed. It's just me. Again, there's plenty of pros and cons to it, but I know having this much freedom has definitely changed who I am.

That's just a taste of the few things that have taken me by surprise up here. There's still so much more I could say about it all too. But all I know is that I'm doing my very best to adapt and embrace the new lifestyle I have now. I mean, why not? It's not like this is going to be how I'm gonna live for the rest of my life....oh wait...

Monday, September 13, 2010

Welp...I did it!

Hello Friends!

So. For quite some time, I've been hearing many of my friends rant and rave about their blogs/the blogs of their friends/the blogs of their moms/the blogs of their dogs. I felt quite out of the loop! On top of that, it seemed that people would constantly tell me I needed to start one of these shin-digs. So, I gave in. And the results are in front of you right now. Sorry if its weird that I have one or whatnot. I just figure that there might be a few people back home who might wonder how close I'm coming to killing myself or what kind of trouble I'm in. I figure this would be a fairly good way to do it! I'm also doing this because I fail epically at writing things down as they happen in my life. This could be a good way to keep track of those kinds of events. Finally, I'm going to be going on my mission here in the next few months. A blog could be a good method for people who care to keep track of my whereabouts and whatnot. So. There ya go. I'm now one of those 'people' who have a blog. 

Let's see how it goes!