God be with you till we meet again,
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again.
Refrain:
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again,
’Neath His wings securely hide you,
Daily manna still provide you,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again,
When life’s perils thick confound you,
Put His arms unfailing round you,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again,
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Smite death’s threat’ning wave before you,
God be with you till we meet again.
Aloha oe, aloha oe, ikeona ona noho ikalipo One fond embrace, ahoe'ea a, Until we meet again. Aloha oe, aloha oe, I miss you so much. My heart has a big sad face :'( ikeona ona noho ikalipo A smiling face ahoe'ea a, Until we meet again.
Right now, I am crying. I cry tears of joy for knowing so many beautiful people that I get to leave behind. You all make me so happy, and I hope that we can be even better friends when I find my way home again. Don't be too annoyed if my name pops up on your phone on Sundays and assorted nights... because I am sure I'm going to miss you all so much.
Aren't hugs simply amazing? With one hug you can say, oh-my-goodness-I-don't-want-to-let-you-go-you-should-talk-to-me-when-you-can-and-you-have-to-come-back-to-me-or-I'll-cry-a-lot-be-safe-while-you're-gone-or-I-will-kill-you. And I've been getting such wonderful hugs these past days. And these wonderful hugs will last me several months.
All of you have to survive these months without me. I'm taking my Zombie Survival Guide with me so I'm set. Though if there IS an outbreak of Solanum, I'm sure I'll make it, but I worry about all of you people dear to my....BRAAAAIIINNNSSSS!! Weirdness aside, you are awesome sauce incarnate. If I had to decide between a lifetime supply of Nagiri and you, I'd choose you (Pikachu).
"It's like bubble wrap in my mouth!" - Bourne Phillips (Eating Tobiko Nagiri [flying fish eggs on rice and wrapped in seaweed])
"How do you get groin pains in your calves?" - Hamish Sharik (I meant growing pains)
"BE A MAN!" - Bourne Phillips (my secret to beating guys in bowling)
I LOVE YOU!!!!
You should text me... or call me... or just love me... a lot. I will have limited time to respond and may not even have cell service for the majority of several months. I will try and catch up on calls and such come Sundays and every other Friday.
801-787-7398
P.S. If you are feeling lonely and want to hear a big, manly voice, my voicemail should satisfy you. Not to mention you'll probably smile and be incredulous that I can talk that low....
I like life Life likes me Life and I fairly fully agree Life is fine Life is good
'Specially mine, which is just as it should be I like pouring the wine and why not? Life's a pleasure that I deny not
I like life
Here and now Life and I made a mutual vow
'Till I die Life and I
We'll both try to be better somehow
And if life were a woman
She would be mywife
One day, I will be able to sing like this. Moving on....
I likeLOVEmy life. Not too long ago I found myself so full of spite for the world. Then I took some time in my life to just think on and ponder the scriptures. Pondering led to revelations. Revelation led to action. Action led to happiness. (If you just imagined a short, green creature you win.[TGIT])
I have such amazing people in my life. I am so glad I have been so richly blessed in friends. They all just do so much for me all the time, mostly they do it without knowing. I probably bore you with how much I talk about how great my friends are, but they really are that great and they mean so much to me. I'm pretty sure if I didn't have them I'd.... cry in a corner before becoming a super villain. Okay. You caught me. I'd just cry in corners a lot.
See that over there? --->
That's part of the reason my friends are so awesome. Not because they willingly would dress up as zombies, but that they feel comfortable doing it(or would if given the chance). I'm sure you are wondering why I have a picture of me all living-impaired.... well to be honest... it was for a birthday party. Yeah. Even more? The party was for a girl. Epic.
DISCLAIMER:Photos were taken after hours and hours of partying and sweet running, so the makeup is much diminished.
We all were turned into denizens of the undead by her mother, who happens to be a professional make-up artist for movies and such. Then we left for Nightmare on 13th in Salt Lake City. Did I mention we stopped at the Maverik by the University Mall? Well now I did, and the time in the gas station was awesome. At the haunted house, I actually was frightened out of my wits several times. They even had a train blast me in the face. I almost died from fright. It made my night. I'm pretty sure the people I was around hated me because I tended to scare them more than the house... Oh. I may or may not have slapped somebody across the face... We also got into a party. And that party was dead... like the attendants were dead, but the party was dead to. With sixteen in our group, this one photographer guy had a hey day taking pictures and making it seem like there were more people than there really was. Gotta love perception.
So pretty much my time was over after the zombie birthday party? Wrong. I went running from Indian Hills down to BYU campus. Whenever I saw some people coming my way I quickly switched to my limp armed shamble, complete with moaning. It totally freaked out 75% of all zoobies encountered. Now I'm sure you are attempting to postulate as to my purpose, and I assure you I had a purpose. To visit my cousin. Now she, my cousin, is the one cousin of mine who is of an age with me and also one who I have met. She lives in Helaman Halls. I had no idea which dormitories were those so I had to stop and ask random people directions. They'll be talking about me for about a week I'm sure. Eventually I found my way to Hinckley Hall and my cousin. She wasn't really surprised, but when she explained I was her cousin, people who knew her just said it made sense. That was rather humorous. Basically I sat and chatted with her for about twenty minutes in the lobby of the Hall... getting random stares every second of it.
That... that's a.... a... tumor! Yeah!! That's part of my zombie costume.
Eventually I bade her good night and set off loping away. Now you have never seen me in my mile-devouring stride. I pretty much flow across the land as a wraith might. Where was I headed now? To the home of another friend. Why? They were partying it up as well. That's when I stood on a street corner (9th East and Center to be precise) and flaunted my undead limbs. I got picked up. (So I've noticed this weird pattern in my life. When I stand on a corner and stick my leg out seductive-like I get picked up by people and we have tons of fun) What's more? I got picked up by a man in a Kilt and boots. Oh yeah. With a German-made pimpmobile. Returning to his home I walked in. There, another one of my friends was having a psychological battle. She is morbidly afraid of the ambulatory deceased. She enjoys my company. But here I was, some familiar monster that may have eaten her. To make her battle better I plopped down on the couch next to her. Do you know what she did?
SHE TOOK OFF HER COWBOY BOOT AND BRANDISHED IT AT ME! Luckily, I calmly reached for an extremely crunchy salt and vinegar chip. Everybody else in the room was having a ball. They didn't have their greatest fear sitting next to them and they DEFINITELY did not have a woman aiming a cowboy boot at them. As it was getting to be close to one in the morning the girls all decided they had best be getting to sleep for work and such, so they all began filing out and saying goodbyes. I almost didn't get a hug from the friend. It resulted in a staredown and me saying,
"If you don't give me a hug I will definitely give you nightmares."
She complied after about another minute. They all left and began getting into the pimpmobile. I decided it was time to stagger out there and terrify the friend. It was so frightening that I won't even attempt to report the incident. After the Scotsman returned, we watched Shaun of the Dead. What might we do after laughing that much? We got Mexican food of course.
Ethnic food at three in the morning? Surely you must be kidding Zombie Man! No, no I was not. There is this delectable Mexican Restaurant named Comalitos. When you walk in, the prices may seem rather high, but they really aren't. What I got, a number sixteen. A chicken Chimichanga with rice and refried beans. $7.50. The Chicken chimi is always a foot long, and as thick as my fist. Oh, and I almost forgot. We were basically the setup for a joke.
A male nurse, a Scotsman, and a zombie walk into a Mexican restaurant....
I got home somewhere near four thirty. I didn't really pay attention. You know why?
HOMEMADE SUSHI!!!
ISOHAPPEE2HAZSUSHI
Yes. Right as I walked in the door way I saw sushi and ate some, even before I bothered to turn on a light. Seaweed? Delicious. The fact that my twelve year old sister rolled it made it so much better. The only thing I really wanted that was not there: Eel Sauce. I rinsed off in the shower and did not even begin to tame my wildly back-combed hair. When did this not so little boy crawl into his comfortable bed? Five A.M. on the dot.
Oh look... make-up I missed...
I LOVE MY LIFE!!! You make my life phantasmagorical. Thank you!!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Hey people. Chances are you miss me. I might even miss you as well! (I probably do) What is on my mind today? Many things, and if you want to know a few I suggest you continue reading.
First, I'd like to vent something that has left me riled. As I was playing a game online, a person placed on my team had the username "I Am A Mormon". Obviously I was ecstatic to meet a person so proud to belong to the Church. Before the game started I was quick to send out a quick question whether the person were LDS. All I got was question marks in reply. Before we could further the conversation we were placed back in the queue to join a game and thereby no longer chatting together. As luck would have it this mysterious individual was in the next group of people I was placed with, but on the opposing team. To add more to my budding rivalry, he had chosen MY character as well. It isn't one you see everyday and I enjoy being the only person to play him. Needless to say that got my hackles up. So began an intense forty-five minutes of pushing and ganking, all of which I made it a special point to win. In the end, I was the victorious Rumbler. What is more, throughout the game he was continually salacious and ever ill-mannered. All under his self-proclaimed username. At the end of game chat I was in the process of reporting his name and conduct, when he began making jokes on "Mormons". This just sent me over the edge.
I was filled with fury and began berating him on how he would begin to imply that he is a member of a faith that he, in no way, begins to understand. I berated him for over five minutes and defeated every little thing he could throw at me. I truly hope I managed to shed some light in his dark existence.
The main reason I share this, is that I usually do not get angry over anything anymore. But when I saw this mongrel impersonating a member of the Church, my heart started pounding and my muscles began going into overdrive. I was ready for a literal fight. It took me about fifteen chapters of the New Testament to calm me down. I am still all.... GRRR RAUGH IMMMA FIRIN' MUH LAZ000RR!!
In other news.... I will be gone from the Happy Valley in a fortnight and six days. What will happen in a score of days? I leave for a job. What will I be doing? Farming brine shrimp eggs. Exciting? No. Well-paying? Yes. Am I filled with trepidation at the thought of leaving everyone behind? Only mostly a bit. Luckily I have amazing friends that make my life marvelous. One of whom can always see to the heart of what I feel and voice it. It's a somewhat startling thing to have someone say exactly what you know for yourself but unable to describe yourself.
I'll be under that big night sky.
"If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things."
I will miss all of you terribly, but this is something I have to do. I am a man with a plan, but the plan belongs to my Father. He knows everything that is good and wholesome for me. Like the wonderful friends that he has seen fit to bless me with. I love you guys more than I can ever get the courage to say. Need a kidney? He gave me a spare just for you. Need a massage? He blessed me with a skill to relax and restore you. Need a shoulder to cry on? He gave me two. One to cry on and one to switch to when the first is too wet. Need a friend? He sent me here to touch on your life and you on mine.
I have a confession... I had my heart stolen away again. I'm pretty sure nobody knows. I'm pretty sure I'll make it through January without seeing them. I'm positive she's more than the prettiest, but this song is just too cute and I had to share it.
So if you don't know, I love the rain. What's more, I have an affinity for electron discharge (yes, I just used a fancy way to describe lightning). When you put these two together, you can hardly get me inside. I don't know what it is that happens inside me, but I feel the need to rush out and be in it. I need the rain. I am so infatuated with the rain I want to move to Oregon or Washington, Hawaii, Japan, Illinois, anywhere it rains frequently.
This past weekend has been just what I needed. I've had the rain, but more importantly I've had the presence of friends. I know it in my heart, that were it not for my friends I would not be who and what I am today. So thank you. Right then you probably shook your head and called me a fool, but YOU bring a smile to my insides.
And we're back to the rain. Saturday brought a fabulous lightshow and a downpour I enjoyed so much. Sunday though, Sunday brought the rain that I cannot resist. It brought the rain harried by wind and harnessed by lightning.
I had been sitting at home watching Batman Forever, but that thunder called to me. The rain pulled me out. I skipped about outside.
Dancing.
Yelling for joy.
Living.
In that rain, I can feel the life flowing down from the sky. I soaked in the feelings. Sensations. I suddenly found myself on some country road out west of the city. Did I care? No, the storm was getting even heavier.
I closed my eyes and spread my arms. I smiled.
I listened to the symphony.
I listened to the hundreds of little taps, the keen of the wind, the sigh of the grass. I felt the thunder, I felt the life pouring down.
You know what's so great about sandals? You can wiggle your toes in the rain. You get to swish them through the puddles. I'm sure anyone who saw me, saw a crazed teenager in shorts, sandals, and a blue shirt. They probably thought I was going to be sick. They didn't know I was soaking in that Universe Juice though.
I wandered home and reached my front door at 1:03 A.M. I would have to be up again in five hours. Did I mind? Not at all.
Oh and by the by, my bishop is awesome. He sang this song in sacrament to some dear friends leaving the ward. It was one of the songs I kept singing in the rain. I love it dearly. If you are my friend, this is one of few songs that I will sing with less inhibition.
