Tuesday, December 9, 2008

p.s. i love you

this experience happened awhile back. so dont draw conclusions from this story with any girl that ive taken out recently, been seen hanging out with, or even walked with. because chances are you dont know who it is. so i was casual going out with this one girl and she invited me to go to a movie with her friends via text message. this is how the text message conversation went:

her: hey my friends and i are going
to see a movie tonight and i wanted
to invite you. wanna come?


me: what time is the movie?
(i didnt say yes or no. i wasnt in the mood for a chick flick)


her: we're thinking about going at 8.


me: okay that sounds good. what
movie are you planning on seeing?


(15 minutes later came her answer)

her: p.s. i love you.

and by that time i had forgotten about the question i had previously asked before - [what movie are you planning on seeing?] - so i got this text message "p.s. i love you." i didnt know what to do. we didnt even have the utah term "DTR talk" yet. 4-5 minutes must have passed before i realized that that was the title of the movie. i felt like an idiot.

Friday, December 5, 2008

joyful contingency

i currently have the calling of gospel doctrine teacher (for the laymen: sunday school teacher). im enjoying it so far and most of the discussions that erupt. we were talking about mormon chapter 5 or so and i posed a question and a young lady from the congregation raised her hand and started sharing deep spiritual moments from her life. i was listening intently (okay i probably wasnt, i was probably worrying about what i was going to say next or what question i was going to ask). but i really tried to keep eye contact with her and nod every so often to let her know i was listening. something caught my eye as she kept explicating her spiritual experience. i looked one row in front of the young lady and there was my roommate winking at me. i didnt crack a smile. then he proceeded to blow me a kiss. that crossed the line. i could not help myself from smiling and giving out a laugh that i honestly thought was going to be inaudible, but no. im sure the girl talking thought i was laughing at her. she ended shortly after the laugh and i moved on with the lesson. so if you are reading this blog, im sorry for laughing during your participation, but know it wasnt you or your story that made me laugh, it was my foolhardy roommate.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

anatomical snuffbox

im taking human anatomy at uvsc and along with it a lab class. when we go to palpate human cadavers we are required to wear gloves and special goggles. because you dont ever want to get cadaver juice in your eyes. the whole class was back in the lab and divided up into four groups with four cadavers. we had been back there for 15 minutes when the lab instructor comes to our group and expounds on the muscles of the antebrachium. right about this time my goggles were getting foggy because it was quite warm in the room. so i pull my goggles away from my face with the top side of my wrists (due to the cadaver juice on my gloves). i move back from my group and as i do this the instructor, Brent everrett looks back at me and hesitantly says:

"Are you okay? Are you going to pass out?" after asking these questions everyone in my group looks at me waiting for me to answer or to pass out.

i answer back, "no. im fine. my goggles are just a little foggy."

i move back a little more away from the group and brent looks back at me again and asks me "do you need to sit down? or do you need to get some air?"

"no im fine, just dont smell your lab gloves after you touch a cadaver. you might feel a little woozy" i kind of laugh jokingly.

brent replies "i just assumed other people would know not to do that"

"yeah you need to have a disclaimer before labs to remind people about not doing that"

it was one of the greatest awkwardest moments of my life. and im sure half of my class thought i was going to pass out because 5 minutes after this happened i left the lab and just studied on the models in the classroom.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Bob Barker Maze

i was at the park with my little sister tristen. just having a normal day. we were walking around and decided to start heading for the woods nearby. it took us a little while to get there but as we keep walking deeper and deeper into the woods we saw a maze in a meadow and it extended to the end of our sights. we entered the maze and i was half expecting something or someone to jump out and scare the bejeshis out of me. it didnt happen. instead we ran into bob barker. he seemed a little out of character but what do i know? ive never met him and only seen him on The Price is Right. one odd thing i noticed about him was that he had a machete in his right hand. i simply thought he was the maintenance guy for this maze we were in. i thought nothing more. we talked for thirty minutes. i then excused my sister and i so we could find a way out of here. he watched us until we turned a corner. as i turned the corner i looked back at him and he had a strange smirk on his face. again i thought nothing of it. it seemed like we had been in this freaking maze for hours. we had no idea where we were and if we were ever going to get out. finally we saw a small opening in the green wall of the maze. we stood in the small archway and for some reason i looked back towards where we had came from and i saw bob running towards us and yelling obscenities at us. he still had the machete in his right hand and it looked like it was drenched with blood. from the archway we only had two options: one, hike up the side of the mountain that was flooded with sunlight, or two, trek downstream in the river where there was hardly any light thanks to the impenetrable foliage of the trees that lined the river. we didnt have a lot of time so we jumped into the river and ran as fast as we could in the cold water. as we ran into the darkness i looked back over my shoulder to get a glimpse of bob chasing after us, but to no avail he wasnt anywhere to be seen. we ran for twenty to thirty minutes and finally got out of the river where the trees stopped lining the river. we got back to the park and grabbed someone to help us. but when we told our story to them they started laughing about the maze and bob barker chasing us. they just walked away out of breath from laughing. we called the police and they didnt believe us. they knew nothing about a maze in the woods, but the lieutenant informed us that bob barker had a huge house just five miles north of the park where we had been. can you believe that nobody believed us. i will never forget that smirk bob barker had on his face in the maze.