wow... been a long, long time. the holidays were great, yadda yadda yadda. but what i really wanted to blog about was the things that happened last night at my missionary prep class. Brent gave a good lesson on faith, and it is in fact what all religions (including mormonism) are based on. A leap of faith is exactly what our heavenly father wants us to take. example: the book of mormon. if the plates were here now, and translated by intelectuals, then there wouldnt be any faith involved in believing the truthfulness of it. testimonies are based on faith, and so is everything else. at the end of the meeting, brent asked us to share our testimonies, and even though everyone's testimony (including mine) were quite small and underdeveloped, i really felt the spirit there, and hearing the testimonies of my friends boosted my own testimony. Also, just the act of bearing my testimony built mine stronger. it made me think about the things i know and dont know. but latley i have been struggling with my testimony of the book of mormon, because after i read it i prayed about it, i never recieve a direct anwser, but i realised last night, while i was bearing my testimony, that i allready had a testimony of the book of mormon. there is no doubt in my mind that it is not true; there is no way that it could have been made up. i dont think i would have read it if i did not know that the words on the pages were true.

Since no one has sent me any questions, you will just have to put up with my blabbing on and on and on...And on.
I was having this big problem because I haven't met any fly honeys in college, (a place I've been told is overflowing with good looking girls wanting to meet you) and I was cushioning my P.U.L.S.e (picking up ladies statistics) and found out that mine are very low. I don't have muscles, hair gel, bleached hair, 'the shag', abercrombie and fitch clothes, a muscle car or a "cute jeep", a sexy accent, a strut, a bullet bike, rice rocket, cologne, goatee, an ego, a football, and 'overall attractiveness'. The only thing I had going for me was chrome wheels and 'good personality'. I was feeling bummed because I knew my chance to ever get a woman was hopeless. So I asked a lady friend of mine (unfortunately, she already has a boyfriend) what she thought, and she told me that to get chicks, I didn't need to have chrome wheels, but to just be myself. (apparently chrome wheels do help, though.*) that made me feel really good. But this is a super catch 22 of sorts. Let me explain-- the women I really like and want to go on dates with are the ones that I can never really feel comfortable around, so I can never really be myself. I just stutter and mumble and possibly trip over my own feet and fall. I hate paradoxes. Especially when I get hurt.

*according to the study by the A.A.P.U.L., or the American Association for Picking Up Ladies

September eleventh. today is my cousins birthday. Happpy birthday David! it also happens to be... must i even say? i normally woud write something that is very uplifting and awsome, but i am tired.

so, i finally recieved some questions to the age old awnser, or something. first question:
Why is it that people (like me) are so obsessed with llamas?  Could it be there amazingly course hair, or their rediculously cute face that only a mother could love?
-marcie
I think you would like my friend- people say that he looks just like a full out lama! his name is Michael Brown, and i could get you his phone number if you asked. He even has shaggy course hair!
question two:
would you rather date someone who
a. Wore a toga
   b. Was a cowgirl
   c. wore pink 24-7
- marcie (again)
well, i do love the color pink, but a toga tells me that the girl is outgoing, (well, mabye a little too outgoing.) but i have always thought that cowgirls are hot and so i think that a cowgirl with pink sholaces and pink hair would be my pick. but dont let that stop you from calling me up, even if you are not a cowgirl. with pink hair.

This was included in the reply to an E-mail of a person who cares about me...

But really, I think that college is turning me into an "adult." it really pisses me off, because that is the last thing that I want. I feel like as I walk down the animated street of adolescence I’m being pulled through the manhole of maturity by a bunch of ogres (I mean professors). But I just pull out the plastic ninja sword of childishness and stab them in the eye. I then utter the only thing that I truly know; a single phrase that has kept me from falling deep into the manhole of long days at the office and mid-life crises; the words that every child holds deep in their heart: " I don’t wanna grow up, I’m a toys-r-us kid." With a scowl, they turn their ugly heads, release their claws from my pants and slink back into the sewer of adulthood, looking back only to cringe from my pretentious magnificence beating down upon their faces. that’s kinda what college is like.

so, this is my "life on a page". and to awnser your question, marcie, that is my phone number. if you have no idea what i just said, than your name is not marcie and you should have just skipped it. Anyway, i want to start a question/ answer session. so You just e-mail me your questions, and i will try to awnser them. well, college is reallly hard and the only reason why i write so much here is this is my only 10 minutes of my day not spent studying, schooling, or attending fraternity affiliated activities, and i want to spend that 10 minutes venting, and sharing my problems, epiffanys, and brain juice with you...
but really, if you want to make me look stupid, than e-mail me a really hard question, and i will attempt to awnser it. NO QUESTIONS WILL BE LEFT UNAWNSERED! ( click the word (comments?) below this to e-mail me. )

Right now i have this really sick feeling in my gut because of the fact that the only person i know that actually looks at/has looked at this blog is colin. Not that i have anything against colin, (his fashion sense is way ahead of the crowd, not to mention that his beak really turns me on.) but i feeel like i am writing this to myself. well, the thing that really keeps me going is the fact that I, in spite of others opinions, swam all the way across the swimming pool underwater without taking a breath. That takes a lot of self control you know; like not giving somone a wedgie who has his undies hanging out and really deserves it because he just threw a needle-tipped dart at you and it stuck into your flesh. I had to tell myself, "just keep swimming..." about 200 times so i could make it across. In spite of everything that i have learned in this lifetime, i think what i learned today about pushing myself past the psycological limits ranks up there pretty high; right below 'never piss into the wind'.