Pictures Don't Lie

In contemplating the vast enormities of the universe I have learned many things. One is that Yu-Gi-Oh! is not a quality substitute for Pokémon. Second, World of Warcraft is not a quality substitute for life. Third, pictures are pretty cool. Like, way interestingly cool. For many reasons, one of which is something my older brother used to tell me; pictures don't lie. Later I found out that this is not an appropriate thing to say to a girl in response to, "This picture makes me look fat". But still, really, pictures=pretty cool.

So, the other day, my friend Paige showed me this awesome website of amazing portraits of people. Seriously I was hurting I was laughing so hard. I hadn't laughed that hard in a very long time. Wow.

Anyway I thought that I would share some of the awesome pictures in order for all of you poeple who read this blog could get a laugh as well. Here are some of the highlights, in increasing order of awesomeness:

9. Random picture of 4 guys.

8. Cindy

7. Jerry.

6. Jakob.

5. Eric and his girlfriend. It kind of reminds me of David Bowie's hair in the Labyrinth (thank goodness Eric wore pants instead of the spandex)

5. Brothers. Ok, so this wasn't as weird as the others, but the dude on the right just looks so much cooler than the older brother:

4. Bernard . . . gotta love technology

3. The Creepers (ok, so i couldn't find their name, but seriously! look at the dude's eyes!)

2. Cousins

1. And by far, the best school picture ever taken, . . . prepare yourselves.

Christine:

Anyway, have a good day everyone.

Cool Picture #2

SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life is wonderful.

oh, to add to the awesomeness of Spring Break, the other day I saw this freaking awesome sign outside. I wonder what the guy who put this up was on. Mabye he was just having a bad day and didn't realize that most bikes are ridden right-side up.

Just an Awesome Picture

So, one of my mission buddies posted some pictures. I just thought i had to put this on my blog. It was just too awesome of a picture not to.

In case you were wondering, this is how i taught people in Brazil. Just when they refused to let me in the house.

What the?

In response to many people's (not peeples) questions, and contrary to popular belief, this is not a dead chicken in my hand. Yes. That is a banana. Yes. It was on the floor in my car previous to the race and a guy named Ryan squished it into the floor. Yes. i still need to clean my car floor.

It was actually really interesting. We were driving to Prescott and I smelled a smelly smell and said, "Man, what is that funky smell?" It smelled like squished banana in my car. But that couldn't be, you see, I had very (not so) carefully placed the banans in the back of my car. Could not figure out what the hek it was . . . till we got to the motel. I found it.

Anyway, this next picture pretty much explains Ragnar relays; we all really felt like Steve (look next to the back tire)

And this was just a random finishing picture.

Ragnar

So, question of the day. What do you get when you cross 2796 crazy people with 201.9 miles and way too much time on their hands? (hint: it's not NASCAR)

Answer: Ragnar relay.

So this past weekend I ran on a team of twelve people and we ran from Prescott to Mesa. Do you know what happens to your legs after running for 27 and 1/2 hours? they explode. Like mine did.
Honestly, it was a blast. Incredibly fun. Mucho funo (that's spanish, in case you were wondering, pronounced fun--oh).

Here are some of the highlights:

1. I finished my first leg of the race, I had been running hard, and i was ready to hand off the baton....and my team wasn't there. They had completely passed the handoff place and had just kept going. So I waited for about 5 or 6 mins (the other teams began to catch up) and then the big blue van came, out hopped my mom and she ran over took the baton and took off. Now, this whole incident wouldn't have been so bad, but about 6 hours later, while we were resting, a really cute girl (as cute as you can get while smelling like 8 hours of BO) came up to me and said, "Hey are you that guy that was hauling at the beginning of the race?....and then your team wasn't there?" she laughed. I dropped kicked her... in my mind.

2. We passed through a place called Peeples Valley. No joke. Peeples. What were they thinking? I mean, come on! Who on Earth would name a city Peeples? Maybe they just didn't no how two spel verie whel an desided two naim the plase "Peeples". Basically, it was really a lot more funny for everyone who was in our van because we had had 2 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours, and we were all high on 18 miles worth of endorphins, or endofins, (maibe i should lern how to spel tue).

And finally, 3. One of our teammates was attacked by a pack of dogs. No joke. Conrad Spencer came up to us after one of his legs and told us that a huge pack of dogs came after him and started attacking him. At first I thought he was messing around, but no, he was very serious. Anyway, he fought them off with his headlamp that he was using and he survived. (for the record, he almost can't see at all without his glasses, so we really aren't sure if he was attacked by dogs or a pack of angry desert gnomes....whatever the heck those are)

Anyway, this weekend was a blast, and the endorphins are finally beginning to leave my system.

Microwaves=fun

The other day I was at my friends house and we decided to see what would happen if you microwaved a burning match (man i hope my mom never reads this). Check it out!!!

Did you see the huge burning explosion of awesomeness!!?? Later I began telling a few friends in my classes how fantastic it was. Severeal of them tried it ...oops. .....I really hope Tucson doesn't explode.

I don't think I was always a pyro. I think I first leaned how to burn things from my older brothers (meaning Paul) who discovered that you could burn holes through basketballs using really large magnifying glasses. Awesome. Well, sort of awesome, it was my basketball.

Anyway, this also was the brother that my parents had to hide the matches from in order to keep him from lighting everything in the house on fire including hairspray, GI-Joes, and um …the house. So while growing up I discovered you could explode other things too. Like those little water yo-yos. Yeah, you could hang them outside on the clothes line, pull out the matches (I knew where they were) and light them on fire. Talk about awesome!! You know, I think I learned about that from Paul too. . . .

So, I thoughtI had finally mellowed out, that I had finally overcome the urge to blow things up, and then I discovered the awesomeness of the microwave. You see, a microwave really doesn't use fire, it sort of superheats the air right? wrong, it blows things up too. Like a piece of pizza made out of marshmallows.

Or a bar of soap.

Well, once again i've given up on exploding things. I'll leave that to other people. My apartment complex, along with the rest of Tucson is safe.

My roomate hid the microwave.

Ice-Cream is awesome

Reason # 544 that i love Tucson:

Nuclear Explosions.

Well, actually, Tucson has not been blown to smithereens (not exactly sure how to spell that, smytheryines? smitherreenes? smitherines? oh well) This is a picture of a Tucson Sunset taken by me on my ever-so awesome camera phone. Yeah....I definitely need to get a better camera.... and learn how to take pictures. Anyway, the sunset was really pretty.

So I went to Mesa yesterday and went to the Mesa Temple and that was a blast. I love it there. The feeling of peace is incredible inside the temple. I just feel like being a better person every time I go. Afterwards I drove over to MC's house and talked with her and my cousin Kayla and her awesome husband Kallam (pronounced like "Kayla"with and "m" at the end) ....it's so fun saying their names kind of jumbled like "Hey! Kaylamsjsm!" and see both of them look at you. Ok, so it's really juvenile and they probably get so annoyed with everyone doing it, but . . . .it doesn't stop it from being incredibly fun. Afterwards, MC and I went and bought ice-cream. Not to go off on a tangent, but I love Ice-cream. So amazing. While being down here in Tucson I have learned from several women that ice-cream can be used as an anti-depressant, which is also a good explanation for why I am not miserable all the time. There’s always a carton in our freezer (for the record, it’s not always mine). This does not, however, explain why I have yet to reach 150 pounds. Dang metabolism.

Back to the thought about people that have about the same name as Kayla, there is a girl in Tucson (for our purposes we will call her Shayla) who hates me. I'm not entirely sure why Shayla hates me. It's probably because I need a haircut (which I really do). Shayla came over today and let me know that I am the scum of the earth. Anyway, it never ceases to amaze how girls can just look at you with one look, and in that one look let you know that you are the most horrible thing to ever have been created since the invention of the accordian. But, oh well, she probably just needed to go eat some ice-cream.