A Weekend That I Will Never Ever Forget.

This week was fascinating. I cannot explain to you how much this entire weeks means to me. Especially the last three days. I have been spending a lot of time with a beautiful person named Miranda Grigg. The time we have spent together of the weekend and this week has really helped me in a lot of ways that I don't think need to be talked about on here.

Today at dinner we had me and my mother's birthday dinner and we had hamburgers, hotdogs, and Casey Dip. Don't ask me why it is named that or how it got named that and please don't ask me what it is because I don't know. I don't know a lot of things.

Anyway, tonight when we had our butterfinger dessert with the candles on top and all that stuff, my mother and I leaned in a blew out the candles together and it was very magical. The light from the sparkler and all of those candles made me want to cry. Not the kind of cry where you lean on someone's shoulder, but the kind of crying when you know that someone is leaning on yours, and you feel important, and needed.

I had Miranda over for dinner because I really wanted her to meet my family. I haven't wanted a lot of people to do that and not because I am ashamed of my family, which I'm not, but because that no one has mattered so much in my life. I do not know why I am telling you this.

Tonight I am listening to the album Not Quite Yours by this band named Barcelona. The initial reason for my want to listen to this album is because it is quiet, and it is almost one in the morning. But after listening to it once through I am finally starting to understand all the words he is saying and their meanings. I am starting to understand everything. It is like my mind has finally been untangled and everything is going where it should be and it all makes sense. God is real, love is real, my family is eternal, and whoever I choose to start my new little family with in the future will be eternal. No more time for what-ifs, you guys. There just isn't anytime to waste worrying about things that can't be resolved. I know now that there really is a reason for me going to high school and for everything else. I can't wait for my mission, and I can't wait to get home from it either. I want the experience everything that life has to throw at me. I'm not sad anymore. Or angry or anything but happy. I hope it will last forever.

Sadness or Euphoria

This may be the worst idea I have ever had. I think I've lost it. You know, like all the way. Like, "send him to the nut house! That's where he has always belonged!" I get scared a lot, you know? Like I get scared that I am going to fail math, and I get scared that my girlfriend doesn't really care about me, and I get scared that I will be a failure in this life. I'll hit a brick wall, turn around, sit down and lean against it just like everyone else. Meanwhile, the real hard workers and fastening their grappling hooks and scaling the wall like it's nothing. I think if I had any reason to get over this wall then maybe I would getting one of those fancy grappling hooks too. Take this metaphor how you will, but either way I'm not doing too hot.

Ah, the clogging of thoughts. What a wondrous human capability. To be able to suddenly influence a human to go blank in the mind. Whilst they are writing, speaking or whatever. Every human knows how to do this, even to themselves. What a gift.

I don't HAVE to go to school tomorrow, I GET to go to school tomorrow. You don't HAVE to answer the door, you GET to answer the door.

I'm a bunch of jumbled up thoughts.

Here's this:

What a cool guy

He thought he was pretty fly

But in the end he knew he'd die

Because we all die.

Was that pretty good? I thought so. I made that up, right off the bat, right now, at 11:45 pm on Tuesday night, Russell Aaron Keele produced that somewhat mediocre piece of poetry. It took me about a minute. No, maybe forty-five seconds.

One time, my brother Daniel and I were in our bathroom getting ready for bed and my mom yells "Go to bed already!" and, with the usual reply, we both somewhat in sync say, "hold on a sec.!" My mom replies, "I don't want any more secs.!" Oh man, what a funny happening. Get it? Because it sounded like "sex." If it was your mom, you'd be laughing just as hard as I was.

So I heard rumors that Neil Armstrong would tell really crappy jokes about the moon and then when nobody laughed he'd say "ah, I guess you just had to be there." HOW FREAKING FUNNY IS THAT.

Okay, I'll admit, I'm a loser. I've been obsessed with the same girl for nearly three years, and she still sometimes put screwdrivers in my head. Yes, Erin-Taylor Thomas, I am talking about you. 

Well, now that I've just totally screwed any whatever I had with Erin, I am off. I hope you enjoyed this pointless and humorless post. Have a good night, and stay gold.

- A Guy