Monday, November 9, 2009

Rat "tales" and other such religious propaganda

Just a quick foreword to this post. This was originally supposed to have been posted on August 31st, but due some techinical issues was not posted. I was happy to find out that this post had been auto-saved, and now I can share it with the world :D



I can't believe I've made it this far. 3 blogs. I have decided to combined 2 blogs into one blog, since I don't really want to blog two day in a row. I feel by doing people might think I have nothing better to do then blog, when in all reality I do. Like checking facebook and other such things.

Anyway, the past couple of days have been rather eventful, which to some extent I have liked, as it accomplishes my goal of giving the appearance that I lead an exciting life.


Starting with the less exciting news, I cut my hair today. Lately I have been in the mood of doing a what is known as "faux-hawk". Basically ohawk except you leave your hair somewhat long, instead of going buzzed or bald. Anyway, today, while getting my haircut, the hair cut lady asked what size of clipper I would like her to use. Earlier in the conversation apparently, I had stated that I had been doing mohawks, instead of saying faux-hawk. Under that false impression, the hair cut lady suggested a zero, which apparently left almost no hair. I was ready to take that leap and asked for a 2, thinking that it would leave my hair about the normal lenghnth I like it. The opposite happened. After the first buzz I could tell I was in hot water, and not because I had just spilled hot water all over myself moments before. As she continued, I thought my life would never be the same. I could tell by each moment my hair was becoming more and more hideous, and I would likely be rejected from all social circles. Luckily I have my good looks to balance things out. At the end of the horrible ordeal, I took a look in the mirror, and realized it wasnt so bad. I reaped the rewards of taking an accidental step in to the unknown. I actually quite like the new do, and now I can brag that it was my intention the whole time. Below is a "before" and "after" compartison





Now on to the more exciting news. For those of you who may or may not know, I recently moved out to in apartment with some friends I know from my singles ward. Its a pretty nice apartment except for the following things






1.) The fridge is broken, and freezes nearly everything inside


2.) Their is mold in my roommate's' room.


3.) My toilet is broken, and flushes itself one or twice every hour.




The later is what this part of the blog is about.


Saturday night, my toilet was clogged. I went to go buy a plunger around midnight so I could fix it. However, the plunger I bought it was very cheap walmart one, and did not do a very good job at all. I decided since everything looked fine, I didn't need to worry and I would leave until the morning, and had gotten over the worst of my hangover. I locked the door, just in case anyone wanted to use my bathroom, they wouldn't be able to.

Unbeknownst to me, the evil toilet decided it was going to keep flushing by itself the whole night. The following morning, I awoke to a loud pounding noise on my door, and stumbled about my room tripping over empty beer and tequila bottles, as well as a hooker or two. My roommates said that the on site repair man was there, since the downstairs neighbors called and complained of loud drunken partying, as well as some water leakage in their ceiling. Since the door to the bathroom was locked, the needed me to unlock it. I was curios to see where water was coming from, since obviously I had taken the precautions to make sure my toilet wouldn't flood. I decided that for some reason the toilet thought it would be fun to overflow. After sliding all over the floor for moment, I opened the door for the on-site repair dude. While I was explaining that toilet had clogged the previous night, he decided that it would be very nice to start accusing me of stupidity and asking why I hadn't used the plunger that was sitting next to the toilet. In his mind, it was quite obvious that I had purposefully clogged the toilet up, and made sure it leaked the whole and ruined part of the neighbors ceiling. After trying to explain more of what happened, he decided that the 30 seconds to one minute of explanation was turning into to much of heated argument, and decided to end the conversation.


For those of you that know me, I'm not a very confrontational person, and so naturally was a little confused why he thought I was arguing.




After dreading all day and all night that the damage to the neighboring apartment would be in thousands, I found out that it was only going to be 150 dollars. I have tendency to imagine the worst, and the repair dude's explanation of how bad the damage was didn't really help.








Something extremely annoying this way comes.








Hello everyone,



After months of keeping you all in deep suspense, I have once again decided to bore you with my adventures.







I haven't really been up to alot lately, although I did venture into the unknown world of Portland, Oregon at the end of September. I went to get away from family, and other pesky annoyances but, as usual my cousin Becca thought it would be fun to stalk me everywhere I went. Here is unflatering picture of us at the beach.




I really enjoyed my time in Portland, mocking people on the street and the like. Mostly I enjoyed just hanging around and talking with my extremely boring cousins Becca and Dan, and my extremely awesome 2nd cousin, Elliot the Grand. (Pictured below being "Grand".)






Something unrelated, and but nearly as exciting, was venturing to Temple Square 3 times within one week! I went on date with a good friend of mine, about 2 Friday's ago. We went and saw the Joseph Smith Movie(which was my first time seeing it the whole way through.) After that we decided to eat Pie Pizza in SLC, near the U of U campus. Its really neat pizza shop, thats under a pharmacy. My other two trips to Temple Square included : Waiting an hour to eat at Applebeess, and another hour for the food, watching two nineteen year-old boys kiss a statue of emma smith, and watching the Joseph Smith Movie two more times :D