Third Try's the Charm

My roommate Drew and I have decided to go on a ton of dates this semester, and have hit the ground running. Last night was my third of the semester. But, it was almost the date that was not, allow me to explain:
So, the plan was to have a big five couple game night at our apartment last night. Easy enough yeah? Well I did not know who I would ask and in the end it became decided that I would ask out this very attractive girl in my lady friends' ward. I don't know her, and she does not know me so it was a bit awkward calling her and asking her out. But I manned up and did and she said yes. Awesome, everything is all ready right? Wrong! The next day she calls me and is extremely apologetic, but she forgot that she was going out of town and would not be back until late Monday night, thus unable to attend. But she wants a rain check date, and she'll get it, so no worries. So I go and grab the ward directory and start looking for a back up date. I decide on this girl Natalie who is pretty cool, I don't really know her all that well but hey, this is BYU and Mormon girls will say yes to a first date every time. So I call her up and ask her out, she sounds excited and says yes. OK, everything is fixed yes? No! The next day (Sunday) I don't see her at church, I then get a call from her saying she is sick and won't be able to make it. Dadgummit! OK, so Monday we have a big FHE scavenger hunt activity during the day, and Wittnee (the "mom" of my group) is in the car I go in. I am the "dad" of our group so I am sure I will get to know her over the course of the semester, plus she seems pretty cool. So after the activity I call her up and ask her out, and she sounds excited and says yes. So we're good right? Wrong! Keep in mind I asked her out a few hours before the date, pretty last minute. So the time arrives for the date to start. Me and Drew don't want to leave and get our dates yet because if people arrive there won't be anyone to let them in. So we wait and the first couple arrives, (Ethan and Sara). At this point Drew leaves to get his date and I wait for one more couple to arrive before I leave. Another couple gets there and I leave. I get to Wit's apartment and knock, her roommate answers the door. I ask if Wittnee is there and she says "No she's not here, but I'll tell her you came by," in a thick south American accent. Not there?? Whaaaaaaa? I then proceed to go back to my apartment and find everyone there (Drew and Sasha, Kim and Travis, Brad and Brittany, Ethan and Sara). They all know the troubles I had been going through with getting a date. So I walk in and they all kind of look at me funny because I'm by myself and with my face red from embarrassment I say, "She wasn't home!" Which is met with a loud chorus of Oooooooooh's and awwwwwww's and what?!'s and so on. And I tell them to wait till I call her. I get her machine, again everyone is all O's and Aw's. Already thoroughly embarrassed I go and bang on my other roommate's door (Owen) and tell him he's my date till we hear from Wit. So he reluctantly comes out and we start playing Nurts. After a few rounds I get a call from Wittnee who it turned out was at the Martin Luther King Jr. ceremony on campus that ended up running long. She was extremely sorry that it had happened and asked if she should still come over, I told her absolutely and after about ten minutes she got there and the date took off.
We played a few more rounds of Nurts, then switched to Egyptian Rat Screw, and then closed the evening playing an application Drew had on his iTouch called Truth or Dare. The date was extremely awesome and fun. Everyone had a great time. Some of the dares: Brittany had to eat a heaping spoonful of mayonnaise, Travis and Brad had to do lots of vaguely homosexual things (slow dance and such), I had to go upstairs knock on the door and profess my love to whoever answered the door, and Brad had to do the macarana for whoever answered another door. Then we finished up and we all walked our dates home. It was incredibly fun!

Star Wars George Lucas in Love

Star Wars George Lucas in Love

Consider a moment the world a rat lives in...

When you meet some people, right off the bat you don't care for them. You can't really explain it, but you do not like them. I am a pretty easy going person who is hard to offend, but some people just rub me the wrong way. Last night a lady friend was trying to figure out why I did not care for a guy that her and her roommates are friends with. I told her I just did not like him, but that was not good enough for her, so I showed her a clip of Inglourious Basterds to see if that would help:

Landa: Now if one were to determine what attribute the German people share with a beast, it would be the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. The Fuhrer and Goebbels' propaganda have said pretty much the same thing. But where our conclusions differ, is I don't consider the comparison an insult. Consider a moment, the world a rat lives in, it is a hostile world indeed? If a rat were to scamper through your front door right now, would you greet it with hostility?
LaPadite: I suppose I would.
Landa: Has the rat ever done anything to you to create this animosity you feel toward them?
LaPadite: Rats spread diseases, they bite people.
Landa: Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague but that was some time ago. I propose to you any disease a rat could spread a squirrel could equally carry, would you agree?
LaPadite: Oui.
Landa: Yet I assume you do not share the same animosity with squirrels that you do with rats, do you?
LaPadite: No.
Landa: Yet they're both rodents, are they not? And except for the tail they even rather look alike don't they?
LaPadite: It's an interesting thought Colonel.
Landa: How ever interesting as a thought may be it makes not one bit of difference to how you feel. If a rat were to walk in here right now as I were talking, would you greet it with a saucer of your delicious milk?
LaPadite: Probably not.
Landa: I didn't think so. You don't like them. You don't really know why you don't like them, all you know is you find them repulsive.

The girl in question did not find this to be a satisfactory answer to her inquiry. But I don't know what else to tell her. My roommate does not like him out of loyalty to me, or at least that is how it started, and I just don't care for him. I am sure he is a decent enough fellow, but I am not interested in learning so. And so that is my explanation. Maybe I am seeing through unbiased eyes...

The Post Man

Oh the power that the mailman has over us. We wait day after day for him to show up and bring us what we want or need. Take for instance my current situation, if the mailman does not shake a tail feather and deliver my eye protection than I do not get to play racquetball today, which is no bueno. Imagine if I owned no other shirts, and was shirtless I would be at the mailman's mercy waiting for him to deliver the shirt I ordered after christmas. So here's to you Mr. Mailman, may dogs be steared out of your way to present you with a clear path straight to my mail box!

The only sport you can be looking at the ball and simultaniously get hit in the back of the head with it....

Today I had my Racquetball class, it was most excellent. After a brief session with the instructor teaching the rules, we then broke off and played on the various courts. I played with this girl Kenzy, she wasn't all that good. But then again I have no room to talk in regards to that. She was fine, but I was definitely the better of the two. We played for a an hour and fifteenish until we got kicked out for not having wrist bands. We didn't need them for the class, but the class was over so we needed them then. But yes, I does love me some racquetball, it is a very fun sport. Also it somewhat fills the void that soccer has left in my heart. But this is the semester that I finally am getting back into my former physical glory. I work out Mondays and Wednesdays, have racquetball class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, run on Fridays, and play racquetball again on Saturday's with my roommate. I am going to be one studly mother's son when I get done in April.

The Time Spent at Home

Well,
Two weeks without any posts, and two weeks at home. I don't know where to really start. That being said I don't really know what to even bother saying. I spent two weeks at home with the family. I went to Oklahoma on New Years for the blessing of my brother's first. It was cool seeing his family, but it also made for a depressing New Years Eve. At midnight me and my brother were playing Wii sports, we looked at the clock and said "Oh look, it's midnight." Then we went back to playing. Christmas was most enjoyable, family time and whatnot. Tomorrow morning I fly back up to Provo for one last semester before my life gets put on hold for two years. Home was not a happy place earlier tonight when my grades came in, but that'll get fixed. Quite honestly I really don't have anything to say right now. Here's to a new year and a new semester of school and classes.

A Basterd's Work is Never Done...

So this is finals week. Almost time to take the long drive home to Texas. I have three finals down and two to go. I will be doing those on Thursday so tomorrow will be my study study study day. In between my frantic cramming I decided to treat myself to an early Christmas present, a movie that has been rocketed into my top ten. Inglourious Basterds. Now then, don't go judging me too harshly, it is Christmas after all. I actually wrote my final film analysis about this movie. I would post the five page paper that I am very proud of, however the analysis contains plot points that are not for the faint of heart. Quentin Tarantino is hands down one of my favorite directors and this has to be the greatest movie he has made in my opinion. It just barely squeaks past his Kill Bill saga on my list. For anyone who has been previously mistaken, Inglourious Basterds is not a world war 2 movie. It is a spaghetti western that takes place in Nazi occupied France. It is absolutely brilliant. Tarantino even takes the gutsy step to have the last line in the movie be: "I do believe this is my masterpiece..." This is a movie that I would recommend to anyone and everyone. If you are opposed to R rated content, (Language and Violence) check it out edited, it has already been booked to play on the TNT network in a year or two. This is just a movie that needs to be seen.
5 Stars!