Blarg!

So, I don't have easy access to a computer anymore, so I will attempt to be super cool and blog and stuff still, but it'll be even less frequent. Which is a shame, I've almost gotten into a groove with this thing. Me and bloggy are becoming good friends, hopefully this won't affect out relationship too much. We have so much in common sometimes. Plus, bloggy has the added benefit of doing what I ask of him that is within his power. It's good to have such a friend. Nevertheless, I will be blogging less, but still, I ask that you ask questions about what you want to know about me! I would love to respond, but I am not very good at speaking about myself. I recently didn't apply for a job because it wanted me to write two paragraphs about myself and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So please, comment, ask, whatever. I would love to hear what you want to hear about so that I can respond to it!

day 25: what would I find in your bag

Due to the fact that I literally no longer have any sort of bag I feel this post is slightly outdated or something. So as such, I'm going back in time to when I frequently used a bag. This was my drama big filled with drama things and such.

In this past bag you find very important things, such as: My script, a previous script I forgot to take out, contact lenses, glasses case, contact solution, my electric razor, my wallet, my keys, my phone, a notepad to write down the notes I'm given, hopefully a snack but not really that often, and definitely and probably most importantly deodorant. It's a life saver in a dance show.

I thought I'd join the party...

So, the two most read blogs by myself(sorry Jeff, I just bookmarked your blog, so I will catch up. I just hadn't yet.) are my sister's and my girlfriend's. Both of their most recent posts are about father's, one of whom I happen to share and the other has a distinct possibility of being shared with me at some point in the future(we're still thinking far off, I'm still a little kid I promise) The post about my father really brought out a lot of stuff I hadn't thought about before. My dad is awesome. I know I make fun of him, a lot, more than I should. To me he seems awkward, weird, and crazy. Somehow our brains don't work at ALL the same, but he's still taught me a lot about life. He's taught me to be kind, gentle and sweet. I think he tried to teach me it's okay to cry, I haven't really learned that one yet, but it's starting to make sense. He taught me to love, always. He taught me how to treat the woman that I marry(or want to, though he DID kiss another girl the week before he got engaged. He said so, I heard it, he now denies it, especially when mom's around) He's got crazy stories that if you ever have the patience to listen to are actually pretty awesome. He just takes way too long a time with them. He taught me how to go after the things I love, relentlessly. He tried to teach me that about everything but it just made him seem crazier. Though I now admire and almost envy that kind of work ethic to be perfect. I took the opposite road, rather than work at it, I look at it and say, why try? It's sad I know, but my pappy/popeye/padre/dad/father dearest/ daddy/ whatever name I come up with for the day(I have a lot of nicknames for him) He's shown me how to better that and get over it too. I don't think he even meant to teach me that one, but one of the amazing things about me, is I learn by seeing just as much as by normal teaching methods.

The amazing thing about all of this, I haven't even said anything about any of the time that he has sacrificed for any of his children. Beyond working a million hours a week doing what he needs to do for his job, despite all the physical pain he goes through daily, and the many hours he serves as computer guru for the stake. He was always there to help us it seemed. I remember how excited I was for the father son's camping trips(Which I MISS by the way) The camping trip before my baptism, the thousand other trips that he volunteered on. I was always jealous of the fact that my dad wasn't one of my scout leaders because of the campouts that they went on. We weren't even allowed to go to Angel's Landing just because we could die or something. LAME!(Seriously, ridiculous though, we went as deacons, but for some reason we got stupider as we became priests...) Though something just as awesome and nice, my dad coached me in soccer, for like 2000 years or something. He encouraged me in it, eventually I learned that I'm either not good enough at soccer for the next level, or not good at try outs... Don't worry though, eventually I got good at those situations...they're just called auditions now.

This has been long, probably not at all coherent, but it's how I feel about my dad, I want to express some thankfulness for what he's taught me to be. I'm super thankful for the posts that inspired me to write this too. I love my dad, he's awesome and everything I hope to be in a father one day.

Sometimes things happen.

So, sometimes my sister tells me to do things. Like write about me. I don't know if you people know this, but I'm secretly the most private person in the world. I am in fact an introvert. I love meeting new people and talking to them, I like getting to know them. I don't like letting people get to know me. It's probably a bit of a surprise to some of you because well... sometimes I don't let you in either. My family either knows me a lot better than they show, or don't actually know me at all because I'm not brave enough to talk up about my self, and frankly they don't ask a lot of questions in situations that I'm willing to give a straight answer. I'm getting better at that though, the being honest thing. Even though it might be a bit embarrassing to say maybe I'm late because I lost track of time because I was kissing... Those kind of things. So, sometimes my sister tells me to do things, and sometimes I listen, you're the best sisser, loves!

ps. That is the most difficult thing I've ever written in my life for those of you that may question it.

day 24: post your favorite quotation and why

Friendship is like peeing yourself, everyone can see it, but only you feel the warmth

Because it's just SOOO true! ^_^

day 23: something you crave a lot

I crave love, happiness, and peace! I'm kind of a hippy like that. But, less whole world, more just me type thing. I love attention, and things that make me happy. I also hate when there is contention in the room. My mind dwells on it, I feel like I should have done something to make it better. Now, I generally will do something to make it better because I hate being uncomfortable.

day 22: what makes you different from everyone else

For the most part I'm a pretty average guy, but I feel something that differentiates me from the rest of the world is my ability to connect the two sides of my brain. They work very well together and have now reached a point where they are kind of dependent on the other to work. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but my emotional and logical minds are very much one now. It's weird, I used to have two completely different worlds where the two were allowed to live but never cross.

day 21: a picture of something that makes you happy

So, I'm skipping day 20, write a letter to someone. Because I'm so stuck up on not being able to think of anyone I want to write a public letter to that I stopped writing.

Today, we're finding something that makes me happy!

(Like skipping writing letters!)

So, some of the things that make me happy are picking my nose, vegas showgirls in Orem, Hair, and looking life Fidel Castro with my sister.

Opening night!

So, I feel it's important to tell all my most loyal fans about opening night! It's tonight! I'm in Singing in the Rain at the Scera Shell. You're all very welcome, in fact I would love to see you all there! I'm playing the characters Rod and the Tenor that sings Beautiful Girls! You should all come see it! It runs from June 10th(today) till the 25th, dark nights(AKA nights it is not performed) are Tuesdays and Wednesdays! You're the bestest! I love you all, hope to see you there.

you can buy tickets at scera.org or get all the info you would ever want.

Sometimes I'm cool.

So, due to the fact that sometimes I'm cool, I've added the ability to share my blog! I'm okay with you promoting me, I think I'm cool too. I promote myself often. By the time I was 15 I had been promoted to King of the Universe, Everything, and Nothing...But Mostly Nothing. I'm a self promoter, but apparently sometimes I'm pragmatic about this sort of thing.

What I'm not ok with? Spell check saying ok is the wrong way to spell okay. I can spell it however I please!

An epiphany!

So, I think my problem with being a consistent blogger is blogging about something that I truly care about. See, the thing is, I'm the kind of person that secretly is very private. I'm so very friendly and outgoing so that sometimes no one ever gets to know me because... well, I'm already off talking to someone else. So, I'm going to try to start finding things that I love to write about. Because I'm awesome, my opinions and voice should be heard. They are awesome things, it's just that I sometimes don't know where to direct these things. I will not just plain strive to write everyday just to write something, that's not who I am. That would make this a burden rather than something I love. So, if anyone has any ideas. I understand it's difficult finding something I truly care about, because well, let's be honest there are not many things in this life that are truly worth caring about.

These are things I know I care about, my family, my friends, and Stanley. He's a pig, but he's a pretty awesome pig. Though he's currently being held ransom for a dance in drag and a truffle shuffle.

PS. Does anyone have any awesome drag that I could borrow? I kind of miss my pig....and SpongeBrick RamboPants. He's a distant relative of Spongebob Squarepants, Rambo, Spiderman, and the Empire State Building.

day 19: write about a sweet memory from your past

Some of my sweetest memories are sacred to me, so I'll have to share those to those who I fully trust rather than the whole world.

This one is pretty good too though.

So, once upon a time I was about 7 years old. As a 7 year old, I had a very strong belief in the grossocity of kisses. (Logically, still do, something may have changed about the overall belief for some reason...) While being this awesome 7 year old, we went to visit my cousins that live in Virginia very near unto Washington D.C. As a wise 7 year old, I felt it necessary to share with all my humble yet incredibly wise opinion, which I felt was so intelligent and well thought out that it may as well just have been fact. This opinion was in fact that kisses are gross. Whilst sharing this opinion to my then 3ish year old cousin Jewell(I think) she informed very well that "Kisses are soft, okay?" That is all. I have never forgotten that moment or that advice. I do very much believe that kisses are soft. Okay ^_^

day 18: plans/dreams/goals you have

Some day, I've always wanted to perform on Broadway, I don't care how long or even if I'm paid. I just want the chance to see what it's like, because honestly, I don't think it's a lifestyle I would want or enjoy, but I want to know, truly, if it would be wrong for me. I don't like to leave things unknown.

I plan to have a family with a woman that I love more dearly than anything I could imagine.

Some dreams I have is that maybe I could be a voice actor by day and a normal person by night. Be able to perform to support a family, yet not have all the annoying parts with everybody recognizing your face!

A Goal, someday, I will support a family no matter what it takes. No matter the cost. In my head I'm meant to sacrifice myself, so to indulge that for something that really matters would be nice.

day 17: someone you'd want to switch lives with for a day and why

So what most people seem to not understand or get about me is how much I LOVE to understand things. It's my main motivation in life, so when I say who I want to switch with keep that in mind.

One of the people I would be most interested in switching with for a typical day would be Hitler. Lets be honest for a second, he was a genius. He controlled the German minds to think what he wanted them to think, or to at least not think that what he thought was wrong. I just want to understand why he honestly felt the way he did. I don't know if he truly thought that the Arians were the supreme race, he wasn't blue eyed or blonde haired, why didn't he pick his body type? I don't know if he honestly hated and blamed the Jews or not. Was is only real desire power, psychologically, why was that his driving motive? If I was my mind in his body with his memories, would it come to the same conclusions he did? Was he just so far gone that I couldn't even have a glimmer of understanding?

In my life understanding has meant love, if I can understand a man so twisted as him and still find a reason to respect and love him, maybe there would be a chance for me?

day 16: a picture of yourself

Some of these are much easier than others....

day 15: put your iPod on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that play

So, I don't have an ipod, so I'll do Pandora!

1. One by One from Lion King
2. Shiksa Goddess from the Last 5 Years
3. The Rose by the King's Singers
4. On the Steps of the Palace from Into the Woods.
5. The Flood from Children of Eden
6. I dreamed a Dream from Les Mis
7. Frostiana: A Girl's Garden by MoTab
8. Your Eyes from Rent
9. Pure Imagination by Vox One(Also from Willy Wonka)
10. Sarah Brown Eyes from Ragtime

day 14: a picture of you and your family

This one is super easy!