Mustache: Attempt One

After five or six weeks this is all I had and then I went home and my parents told me I had to shave before church and then after I shaved they told me that they were only kidding and so ended attempt number one.




















But stay tuned for attempt number two which is already in the making as of last week.

I caught ADD: If you're not happy feel free to move

Earlier this year I think I caught ADD from someone. Yeah that's right I caught it like it's a cold. It's hard to pay attention in class sometimes, but it's especially hard in Doctrine and Covenants. I don't think it's the teacher's fault, it's just hard to listen to him when you're in good company. Krista, Bill and I (and sometimes Bill's friend) end up chatting, doing crosswords or ken ken, or playing Boggle on Bill's friend's phone for most of class. We all got a little nervous last week for our first exam figuring our lack of listening might hurt us, but after taking it and all getting A's we discovered that you can get an A without paying attention. This was good news for us, but apparently bad news for everyone around us who may not have gotten such good grades or just want to pay attention. I think just in the last week or so maybe two people have gotten up and moved away from us. Tuesday was no different. We found three seats together, got out our materials and then talked for just about the rest of the class and I managed to finish a ken ken as well. The girl to our left was obviously irked probably from the very beginning. She had two empty seats to her left, but what ensued amazed us. She made attempts to show us her annoyance and flashed furtive looks in our direction often. She leaned in her seat to the left a bit and you could tell she was fighting within herself as to whether to move or not. She probably thought it would be disruptive to the class or rude to us, but we wouldn't have minded one bit. She moved her back pack from the right side of her feet to the left and lifted the desk part connected to the arm rest of the chair numerous times, but never got up. What ended up happening was freaking ridiculous. She leaned her body as far to the left as she possibly could and just stayed in her seat in a seemingly very uncomfortable position for the rest of class. See for yourself.

Things that happen in basements!

This one time I went over to my friends house for his birthday party. I swam in the pool a lot, but the real party was happening downstairs. They had some funky tunes playing and when I descended the wooden staircase it kind of looked like a smaller version of a high school dance, rabbit farm. Bumping and grinding like it was nobodies business.

One of my good friends has a ping pong table downstairs along with a TV and XBOX. We would play one on one halo a lot. We especially liked the one level with the two sides separated by space with snipers. We would try to jump from one side to the other, but you can't do it. We would also play welts. It's where you play ping pong to a certain score then the loser would have to put his back up to the table and then pull his shirt up and the winner would hit the ball at the loser as hard as he could and it would make a welt, thus the game named welts. Haha in the same basement we had a large sleepover. Dom who was a freaking beast of a man took a shower while we were there and then came down with just a towel on and then he walked in front of us and dropped his towel. We all screamed until we discover he had underwear on under the towel and then we wiped our brows with relief. Dom also told us about when he has to poop at school he squats to avoid touching the toilet seat. Probably part of the reason his thighs were so freaking muscular.

One time in LJ's basement, LJ, Bill, Geoffrey and I all squished onto a couch and watched a movie. A couple of us were sick so there were tissues all over the floor. We all ended up falling asleep on the same couch together. Aunt Keala woke us up in the morning and she was pretty confused as to our positioning on the couch and the plethora of tissues. One time we put shaving cream down this one kids pants, well I didn't do it the older kids did, but he cried. Haha so many fond memories in that basement.