the joys of youtube

Amazing find, you should be jealous!!! Enjoy :)


http://youtube.com/watch?v=gKLU1BBTe40&feature=related


http://youtube.com/watch?v=xrzKZTSaWAU

Due Dates

The dates when everything should be expected. Pretty much, every three days expect another letter from me at a minimum, and then give me two weeks to work on the last letter because that's going to be the longest section.

The greek alphabet is
Aplpha
Beta
Gamma
Delta
Epsilon
Zeta
Theta
Iota
Kappa
Lamda
Mu
Nu
Xi
Omicron
Pi
Rho
Sigma
Tau
Upsilon
Phi
Chi
Psi
Omega

and right now I have up to Zeta typed up and ready to go, so in three days I'll have Theta finished, three days later I'll have Iota, and that three day schedual will keep going until June 15th (when psi is due) where I'll work on Omega from that date to when Brandon comes. When Brandon shows up, I'll be handing him a bound hard coppy for him (and his sister who gave me a rough draft of hers to edit) will have the joy of reading through with a red pen (don't worry you'll get one too)

Editors for this first draft so far are. . .
Brandon
You
Brandon's sister (don't remember her name right now)
and possibly Lisa Hale (my English teacher that set this all into gear)

wednesday morning proposal

So this is what I decided....you...me...wednesday morning, you are going to wake up nice and early and go to institute with me. I really want you to see this guy and we are going to going over Ether I think so you should be there. And my 9:00 class got cancelled for wednesday so i can pick you and then take you home if you cant get the car and not miss any classes, so really you have no excuse and really do you have anything else going on, i think not.

Thats my only rant for right now, but it is my day and its not over yet.

Batery died

Aparently cell phones just turn off when you don't pay attention to the beeping.

Just remember 11+3=14 NOT 12+2=14

I'm just showing my mom how Blogger works, sorry about the random post in this.

How to insert a picture. . .

This is my doggy, I hope you like the picture (she's even smiling for the picture)

my day

i had an amazing number of kids today, one, and she just got picked up :)

Kelly Clarkson- Never Again

Just because we were talking about it and you said that you never saw it before. man this is so random, i mean really think about it, we have The List and then a Kelly Clarkson video :)

This is your Happy Finals are over!!!!!!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=bPKUdoBKVqc

Another great find. . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F226lI-lo5M

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imNDF8gr-nY&feature=related

The List

So I was thinking (always something deadly for me to be doing) and I know that we always joke about just what would be on the list of things that people would have to do to understand us, so I started to compile the list. Feel free to edit this post and add in some of your own or take away some of mine, I just thought it’d be a fun thing to put together just to see how random we are.

Understand the teachings of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. You don’t have to live them, but you have to know every nook and cranny of them to understand the way we act some days.

Read Dante’s Inferno.

Read at least one of my books, preferably in hand written form.

Go to a synchronized swimming competition.

Take a tour of where we grew up.

Meet the Swans.

Be disowned in some way or another by their own family. There’s no other way that you can learn how we react at certain times unless you’ve had your family completely turn their backs on you. You may think you know what we’re doing, but unless it has ever happened to you, you just don’t know.

Talk a person out of suicide.

Talk a person out of getting drunk.

Talk a person out of driving after getting drunk.

Talk a person out of doing drugs.

Talk a person out of doing more drugs.

Try to convince a person that is doing drugs that a pen is a candy cane.

Celebrate Summer Solstice at least once.

Hate birthdays.

Sleep on a couch that is not your own, for more than a week.

Visit Sunrise pool.

Work as Sunrise pool for a minimum of one day (but preferably longer).

Get dominated at bumper pool, pool, or air hockey by a 8 year old at Sunrise rec-center.

Dominate that said 8 year old at any game within Sunrise rec-center (we’d suggest chess or paper rock siccors, chess they don’t know how to play, and prs they can’t cheat at)

Learn how to play Dungeons and Dragons.

Learn about all things marching band and orchestra.

Learn about cheer leading.

Read all articles on Glowsticking.com

Read Guilvers Travels, Handmaids Tale, Canturbry Tales, Dragon Sleeping, Brave New World, Lord of the Flies, and one book out of either one of our bookshelves that is not already listed on this list.

Have a ghetto personality. (Bonquifa and Chandaleer)

Understand why death is a good thing.

Watch at least 5 seasons of America’s Next Top Model, ‘just because’.

Watch at least two seasons of Grey’s Anattomy

Go to EDC.

Find the joy of sleeping for 10 hours.

Find the joy of sleeping for 10 hours during a 72 hour chunk of time.

Talk to missionaries for at least 9 meetings.

Don’t know most of your extended family due to either death or geographical separation.

Learn how to butt dive.

Watch Rent at least twice.

Learn at least some of the words to La Vive Bohem.

Watch Pimp Chronicles and American Hustle, and quote liberally.

Learn what a ‘dirty low’ is.

Learn how to hold your breath for more than a minute.

Make a person cry.

Stand up for the little guy.

Refuse to do something that everyone else is doing.

Do something that no one else is doing.

Do that something again.

Watch Legally Blond the musical because you have nothing else better to do.

Talk to yourself.

Cary a conversation with both of us at the same time in the same room for more than ten minutes without getting lost or confused.

Be okay with abuse and perpetuate it, but never actually mean it, and make sure the person receiving the abuse knows that it’s not serious as well.

Learn how ‘just being friends’ doesn’t mean that there’s no relationship.

Get sunburnt on more than 50% of your body at the same time.

Find the answer to the question, “Who am I?” and then focus on the answer to the question, “Who was I before this?”

Know how to cook.

Enjoy the burritos in the orange bag.

Floss, but don’t tell anyone about it.

Plan an intervention for a random habit or hobby of yours.

Fox Trot

There Be Another One!

http://ihasahotdog.com/2008/04/05/funny-dog-pictures-i-know-timmy-is-down-the-well/

That's right, there's more than just your cats. This one is for the dogs!

good morning mister i dont have school

this message is brought to you by alicia's wednesday morning institute

3 nephi 12:8


and when are the two times we make convenants.....baptism and....oh come you know the answer.....


i'll call you later for fun details

Crazy News:

Okay, because of interesting circumstances Brandon just happens to be planning his trip to Las Vegas right around a certain carnival, in fact an electric daisy carnival.

He'll have to take a few less days in Utah just to 'relax' and hury up to Vegas to catch the Alicia and Adam trip to EDC, but there is a chance that he might make it.

I'm not going to react one way or another, but we all know that it'll be amazing if he comes. It also makes life a little bit easier with rooms and what not for hotels because then at least me and Brandon can share (because if I'm going to pass this by my parents there's not a chance in all the layers of Hell that they'll allow me to go with you if I share a hotel room with you).

oh monday

I'm registered!!! None of my classes were full and I got the schedule I wanted. Some good came out of my monday, now I just have to wait for the tuition bill in the mail ....ugh

Jordan Got In On This As Well

Tonight it was an interesting evening.

Jordan and Brent started to go at it about the Olympic games in China. Brent started talking about how that it was stupid that people were protesting it and how that if China was in such a horrible state of nature that the billion people living there would do something about it. How that if it was that bad, that they would rebel. I personally think that this is a limited view of the world and that he's really quite stupid for thinking that they could rebel. If the peopl of China rebelled, what would they even do from there? Rebellion isn't as easy as he makes it sound. Also I think that it's sort of stupid of him that he even thinks that it's China who is at fault with all of this, it is the people in Burma, not all of China. Not the best argument on his part.

Jordan was arguing that people should be able to protest against the games because the Olympics are about world unity and showing global connections. That may be what in theory they are about but nothing quite says unity like, "Ha ha ha, I got first and your nation came in second". Nothing has been known to unify the entire world quite like our track stars are better than yours and we're going to make sure you know it by taking first, second, third, and just for safety fourth place as well. Real unified there. He also starts talking about how insane it is that China was even given the olypmics and how they shouldn't be held in China. Sorry Jordan, you're about 8 years too late for that. Considering they have the olympics for 2020 all planned out and where they're going to be, now is not the time to start criticizing where the olympics will be held. His final argument was that America has boycotted world events on smaller subjects. You mean that whole comunisim thing? Comunism in Russia is a smaller subject than this? The cold war was a smaller subject? Interesting view on all of this.

Now to where my evening went insane and I was about to just flip out and walk out of the room. Jordan tried to play me. He turned to me, knowing that I have a slightly liberal point of view and asked me, "Adam, what do you think about all of this? Am I right?"

He was looking for me to jump in and save him.

I'm not going to fight your fight Jordan. I'm not going to do your dirty work, and I'm not going to deal with something that none of us quite have enough information on to decide one way or another.

I've had enough, I'm just going to live in the library and in my bedroom underneath six blankets with my headphones on. I don't get where these people get off on trying to use me. I'm not going to just follow you people around jumping through the hoops that you set infront of me just becasue you want to. Really when it comes to the olympics, I could care less. In the world politics taht we're dealing with daily and all of the things that could possibly be adressed on a world stage, this is it? What would it even do if American athletes didn't go? I'd actually sort of like to see that just to see the difference in the competitions. Finally we wouldn't see America sweep golds from every other country in the world. Finally someone else would have a chance.

I've had enough of this. I'm happy that the semester is almost over.

Spencer- Strike Two

Today I made brownies.

Today I took a nap.

Today when I woke up from my nap a few of that batch of brownies were missing and the only person home or awake was Spencer.

Today Spencer told me that he took some of the brownies and that he 'owed me'.

Spencer. I want nothing to do with you. I do not want repayment from you, I don't want to see your face, I don't want to hear your voice. I don't want to hear what you have to say, I just want you to realize this one simple thing, I hate you. Yesterday you lost all of my respect. Today you went into the negatives. You stole something that was not yours. Yes, it was not much of the total batch, but they were not yours. They were meant for someone else.

Don't waste your time trying to apologize because you can't fix stupid.

As for repaying me, I've never accepted anything that you've offered me up to this point, so why would I take something tainted by you now?

BKOB

Spencer: Don't Play Me

I'm not a fool to be played with as you see fit. Don't you dare lie to me.

I've been nice, but this is too much. When you try to invite me to something that you're doing and I want nothing to do with it, you try to pull the card that "Lee and Brandon will be there". No, no they won't. Stop trying to play me. Brandon has work, and doesn't get done with work until almost 10:00 at night.

You have offically lost all respect that you had ever had with me. Don't play me like a fool. That's the ultimate thing that I hate, when someone talks to me as if I'm someone that they can simply walk all over, like I don't have a brain to think for myself.

I hope you read this, and I hope you realize just how much you don't know me. BKOB

can you speak ahhhhh?

I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH !!!!

this is so crazy and so great! And you told me not to get all excited when you told me last night. This is just, like, ahhhh I cant even get it out! Adam this is like WHOA!!!!

OMGWTFROFLOLBBQXXL!

My brain doesn’t even want to even understand this right now. So, I talk to my teacher and I ask her what she thought about my writing. She said that she liked it, that it seems to be aimed towards Young Adults (she said that my writing is meant for people from the age of about 14-25, and if you think about it, it is because I wrote for my own pleasure and that age group is the age group that I‘ve been while writing) and that there were a few publishers that she had a few people in mind that I should send my stuff to. She said that she would teach me how to prep my stuff for publication so that I could get published. I nearly fell over.

Let’s review. She likes my writing. She thinks that it is good enough to get published, and she has people in mind that are in the publishing industry that she thinks would publish my writing.

*faints*

You’ll be able to find my body passed out in the hallways of the Joseph Fielding Smith Building in case you were looking for it. Just thought you’d like to know in case you’re unable to reach me on my cell phone.

As cynical as I can be, as negative as I can possibly be, worst case scenario is I do this, send everything off, and then a publisher (yes those people that make books) says no. Best case scenario, look for me in a Barns and Nobles some time in the next year.

*goes back to fainting*

The Laboratory

The Laboratory
Gabriel sat down in the uncomfortable chair on the opposite side of his boss’ desk, “You wanted to see me Mr. Bergstrom?”
“Yes,” Mr. Bergstrom said very drawn out as he shuffled through a pile of paper covering his desk. “Would you know anything about one of our customers? The GBC firm or something like that?”
“Yes, GBC was one of my first contracts when I started working here. They’re good people and from what I know we’ve never had and problems with them paying their loan payments on time, in fact they usually pay a bit extra than what they’re suppose to if I remember right.”
“They’ve missed the past three months. They’re not answering any of the phone calls we give them and we’ve sent them mail, but there has been no response. They’ve been good customers for a long time now, but if they’re not willing to pay, they might be in for some trouble.” Mr. Bergstrom hunted through some more papers on his desk and still seemed not to find the folder he was looking for. “I thought that because you have a personal connection with Mr. . . .” he continued to hunt around for the information about the deal, unable to remember the manager of GBC’s name.
“Mr. Adams. His name is Mr. Adams,” Gabriel said remembering the chunky man and how he looked.
“Yes, Mr. Adams. As I was saying, you know Mr. Adams and you also know what his company needs so I would like it if you went out to GCE.”
“GBC,” Gabriel simply said correcting Mr. Bergstrom.
“Yes, GBC, and talked with them to see how things are going. Talk with them; see if you can cut a new deal or anything like that. Like you said, they’re loyal customers and I don’t want to loose them for some small reason.”
“Their building is a few miles out of town; can I use the company car to go out there?”
“Just remember to not get it dirty and to bring it back in one piece.”
“I can do that. Is there anything else that you need?”
“Be back in time for that meeting, those people seem to like you, so we’ll need you there if we’re going to be doing business with them.”
“I’ll see you tonight then,” Gabriel stood up and headed out towards the parking garage with a smile on his face. Not only was he about to get paid for going out and talking with some old friends, but he was going to make the trip in the company’s Cadillac. The car had all of the bells and whistles known to man, the only things it was missing was the passenger ejection seat, the oil slick coming out of the muffler, and the guns in the tail lights. The day was finally starting to look up.
After an hour and a half ride in luxury Gabriel took the turn off form the freeway that led to GBC. Officially the turn off was for a small tiny village called Mora but no one even knew that there was a town there. GBC was the reason that Mora even existed and was also bigger than the entire ‘down town’ Mora.
As Gabriel took the turn off he could see GBC instantly with its three buildings poking out above the rest of Lima’s one story sky line. The buildings were covered in glass which made GBC look like a sparkling gem compared to the mom and pop stores that surrounded it. By the time Gabriel made it to the parking lot all four buildings of GBC were glimmering in the sun. The four buildings were arranged in a square, each building making up one of the corners. Between the buildings there were hallways connecting to the buildings to each side.
The front building was just the reception and administration building and was only one story height; however the other three wings were three stories high.
While driving through the full parking lot in front of GBC Gabriel tried to remember everything he could about GBC so when he walked in, he wouldn’t look like a complete idiot not knowing what was going on. All that he could remember from the first time he met with Mr. Adams, over ten years before, was that GBC was some sort of research company. He couldn’t remember what exactly GBC researched but he planned to ask Mr. Adams simply ‘how’s the research going?’ and then act interested in whatever he said.
Gabriel finally found a visitors parking spot, parked his car, and doubled checked how he looked in the rear view mirror. Everything looked okay and so he got out and headed towards the first building.
Gabriel opened up the glass door and headed into the main reception area. He thought it was a little weird that no one was there, but with a quick glance at his watch he noticed that it was already lunch time. He decided to be polite and wait for the secretaries to come back. He sat down in the couch that was there and picked up a copy of Fish and Wildlife that looked like it hadn’t been read by a person in months. After sitting in the sun and reading the old magazine Gabriel started to realize why no one had read that magazine, it had only been a few minutes but he was already starting to feel a little sleepy and was about to take a nap.
He fought the urge, stood up, and went to the front desk one more time, “Hello? Is anyone here?”
He peeked over the counter to see if there were any messages or signs saying when people would be back. The only thing he saw was the classic Windows flower box screen saver bouncing and changing across the secretary’s computer screen.
Gabriel mumbled to himself as if the empty room could somehow hear him, “Where did everyone go?”
After a bit more of looking around Gabriel gave one more shout for help and then announced that he was going behind the counter and when no one answered he walked behind it and headed towards Mr. Adams’ office in hopes for an answer of what was going on.
His memory was working on old information and a few things were moved around but Gabriel finally made it to the closed door that had the name on it, Steven Adams. Gabriel gave it a light nock and then waited for an answer that never came. He knocked harder, and still no response came from the closed office door.
Gabriel grabbed the door knob, looked around just to make sure that no one was around and then opened the door. The office was empty. The room had a large glass window that pointed towards the center of the four buildings which lit up the desk and the rest of the room, but there wasn’t a single person there.
Gabriel, out of habit, closed the door behind him as soon as he came into the office. As soon as the door was closed the computer at Mr. Adams’ desk started to whir to life. Gabriel took a few steps forward towards the desk to get a good look at the screen. As he got closer the metallic blinds from outside began to roll over the window, making the glare of the sun a little les. By the time the window was covered, the monitor crackled to life and a face that Gabriel had never seen before showed up on the screen.
“Hello Steven. By this time, I’d like to say, welcome to your casket. The room that you spent all your time in, will be the room you die in. You dared to pull off your little trick that made my entire team become infected, this is what you deserve. I’ll see you in Hell.”
Gabriel didn’t know what was going on but didn’t like the sound of it. He ran over to the door and tried it but it didn’t budge, it was locked. The windows were covered in sheets of metal and the only light came from the tiny pin holes in the metal sheets that covered the window.
Gabriel was stuck. Someone set a trap for someone else and instead of hitting its target, Gabriel got sucked into the conflict without even knowing what was going on. He felt like a person in the middle of a war without knowing why there was a war. He tried the phone, and all he heard was static. The computer wasn’t working any more because the energy was turned off, to what seemed to be the entire facility. Gabriel had no clue what to do, he didn’t have a cell phone, there was no food in the room, and his boss wouldn’t realize that he had not come back until the weekend was over giving Gabriel at least three days until someone would start to try to find him. He sat down in the large chair behind the desk and tried to put the puzzle pieces that he had together. Gabriel started the list in his head at first, but then moved to talking out loud just to break the silence that was covering the room. “I know that GBC was a good customer for about ten years, but now they’re not. Something obviously happened from the inside with different people plotting against each other. I know that they’re researching something, but I don’t know if that has anything to do with the rest of this. I know that I’m stuck in this office, but I know that no one will miss me for at least three days, meaning that I have to find my way out of here before then or at least find something to eat before hen. Let’s see if there’s anything in here.”
“Gabriel started to look around the room for anything. A bit of food, a way out, or even a little information was on his search list. He wasn’t able to find any food, but thanks to the large wooden bookshelf on the office wall Gabriel did find some reading material, the only bad news was the he wasn’t able to read any of the reports because the room was so dark and dreary.
After about an hour of pacing around what then seemed like a small cage Gabriel had, had it with his prison. He wanted out of there and was willing to go to any length to see daylight again.

I think you were aiming more for something like this. . .

I HATE MATH!!!!!!!

I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH! I HATE MATH!!!!!!!

i just had to get that off my chest, i feel better.

Response on English Paper

You have to be kidding me.
Okay, so I get my poetry analysis back (the one about Smokey the Bear), and on the first 2 pages there is a bunch of comments and analysis of my writing, however I go from there and suddenly there is no comments about my analysis. At the very last page I get a little comment that says,
“Adam You’ve done a fine job of detailing what you’re seeing in the poem, as you’re seeing it. You have a keen mind- I have enjoyed hearing your ideas and questions this semester.
I am going to do something different with your paper than I have done with anyone else’s. I am going to have you grade your own paper. Here’s how it will work: you can respond to my comments on this copy of the paper and/or write your own comments to your paper. Then write an evaluative final statement, something that sums up what you think the paper’s strengths and weaknesses are. Then assign it a grade: A for exceptional; B for solid; C for meets expectations in an average sort of way; D for doesn’t fulfill the assignment. This doesn’t need to take a lot of time but it should discuss key points. I’m most interested in having a conversation with you about your writing.
You may turn this in through the final exam for credit.
I would then like to respond to your notes and maybe give you some suggestions for becoming an even stronger writer.
Please let me know if you have any questions.”
You have to be kidding me.
She is too lazy to comment on my paper herself and grade it. She’s the teacher, and she’s not grading my paper. Really? If my writing was that ‘strong’ she should be able to pop out an A+ and move on from there. I don’t care how innovative my writing is or how ground breaking my thoughts on Smokey the Bear can be, I just want a grade. Is that so hard to produce? Just write down a percentage, tell me why I got it, and then move on from there. If she wants to discuss with me the inner workings of my writings, make me your TA and we can talk about it as I get paid money.
I should actually bring that up when I talk to her. How that if she needs help grading things that I could be her TA next fall semester. TA’s get good money and good hours, it’s tempting to bring it up. It’s worth a shot, so I might as well.
Wow, four posts in almost no time at all. Crazy how that works out. How that we can go for a long time on FK^2 and never post and then all of the sudden, BAM! All at the same time.
Side note; yesterday was my day and I had to deal with what I dealt with. Interesting how that works out.

Rosetta Stone

Because one person that is on this site doesn't know what this stone is famous for. Hint: it's not just a language program that you can get from TV comercials.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosetta_Stone

That Wasn't Very Nice

I know, it wasn't very nice, so I'm going to give a little post for those that work hard and work their butt off to get the streets safe and are trying their best to make this world a better place.

LVPD kudo points for you.

Plus, who can forget the fact that COPS was filmed in Vegas for a few episodes. That's actually where the first picture comes from it's a screen shot from one of the COPS eppisodes that was in Las Vegas.

I wonder what it would look like if COPS followed other police.That's a possibility.

Don't get me wrong, I love the police. Just police that make me safe. Yet again, LVPD, keep going, we love you. Without you Las Vegas would be a crazy place. I can't say that about all police in the world, but for you LVPD, you've earned my respect. For those that have to work for their keep, I'll be more than willing to support you, pay taxes and honor you whenever I can. For those that sit around and are simply trying to find a reason to leave the office because they have nothing else better to do, not so much.

Ha det sa bra polisen.

Police-

Here's a little message from us to you.



Have a good day officer.

Breakfast

Really?

You have to be joking.

So I wake up at 10:00 and I'm just in time to catch the oppening of General Conference. Spencer is in the kitchen starting to make waffles. He throughout the meeting instead of sitting down and listening, started to make waffles.

It's now 10:45- he just invited Tamera and Jody ovcer to have waffels, and it's almost impposible to watch and pay attention to conference because everyone is in the front room either talking commenting on the comments made by general athorities or talking about whatever they feel like. So, I'm back in my room, with my computer simply playing the conference on my computer.

Bkob. Don't worry, the K is silent.

the list

Men:

Manwhore
Manhoe
Pimp
Playa
Cassanova
Ricky from sunrise pool
Hustler
Promiscuous


Women:

Skank
Slut
Whore
Hoe
Skeez
Sleezy
Loose
Homewrecker
Triflin'
Jezabelle
Concubine
Prostitute
Harlot
Lady of the Night
Street Walker
Tramp
Floozy
Nymphomaniac
Hussy
Strumpet
Wench
Tart
Minx
Vamp

APRIL FOOLS!!!!

I saw that you called me twice, I think you saw the post so now I can say this knowing that death threats are on the way. . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0GcQUTHy2Y

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0dkasKa7Yw&NR=1

I just don't get it. . .

I thought I knew you.

I just learned something else about you.

Give me a call once you wake up, we need to talk.

I can't believe that you did this to me. After everything that I've helped you out with, you go and do this?

I know that we always talk about this whole 8+ years that we've been together, but this. . . I don't know.

Give me a call in the morning.