Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Commitment Phobe

Lots of people say that they're commitment phobes. I believe a lot of them, I mean, it's easy to be scared of commitment. Whether it be a fear of relationship commitment, religious commitment, or job commitment, they all seem to plague us at some point in our lives.

But what happens when someone (like me) is a commitment phobe with EVERYTHING? I mean, everything. I have a hard time listening to an entire song because sometimes I just can't go through with it and I start to wonder about all the other songs in my iTunes library or I start to think about how I love the song currently playing but I want to save it for last so I wait and tell myself I'll listen to it last but then I always seem to forget. So I listen to maybe 3/4 of the song and then I change it. Which really messes with my play count because the most random songs have the most plays because they happen to come up every time my playlist is on shuffle and I'm doing something else and not really paying attention to the music so I don't change it.

Commitment is hard. Once you commit to something it just adds tons of pressure. So much pressure, you see, that you want to just abandon it all.

All of this is leading up to the fact that I have serious commitment phobe with my hair. I dyed it again. It is once again in the blonde family. And, sad to say, but the mullet had to go. It had grown out to this really gross white trash trailer park party in the back and I couldn't control it anymore.

(Does this face remind anyone else of Lucille Bluth?)

Yeah. I just had to get that out there.

A Letter

Align Center
Dear Jamie Foxx (aka Eric Marlon Bishop),

You know, I can't believe I went most of my life without really caring about who you are and what you've brought to this world. I used to be so naive. But now that I know you I'm trying to make up for lost time. I'm listening to your music like every second of every day; I'm watching your movies; I'm studying your Wikipedia page (who knew your dad converted to Islam and changed his name to Shahid Abdula? Not I); I'm trying to really get you, Jamie. And I think I'm doing a pretty good job.

Your songs Unpredictable, DJ Play a Love Song, and your most recent Blame It have really changed the way I look at life. They inspire me to get up and dance and smile and live life to its fullest! (and not do anything bad, naturally)

Also, you are just so clever, picking the name Jamie to be ambiguous because female comedians were always the first to perform and you hoped it would help your chances of being called. I mean, I could use a lesson on being clever. You should probably teach lessons.

So yeah, Jamie, you've really changed my world. It's been great having you around. Let's do this more often.

Your New #1 Fan

Sunday, June 21, 2009

happy dad day!

Today is Fathers Day.

Celebrate the daddy's of the world.

My dad deserves the most celebrations.

Just look at us:

Yeah. We look good.

happy fathers day!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Why Today has ROCKED my world

It's only Tuesday, but I think I may be having the best week ever.

At least today was amazing.

Check out what has happened:

1. I committed to Korea foreal foreal. (Mom and Dad-I need my passport info. thanks :) )

2. Korea will be happening September. Believe it.

3. I found a cheap phone on eBay last week. It arrived today. Best part is that is works. IT WORKS!

4. In celebration of a new phone, I got a new ringtone. I would say what it is, but mostly its one of my typical choices involving awkward reactions when it goes off. Let's see if anyone can guess it?

5. My dear dear friend Chrissy is back from her mission and she has been visiting. yeahhh buddy.

6. Chrissy's little brother has been doing the BYU Football camp. Today we went to watch a scrimmage. Today I saw Bronco Mendenhall there. Today I took a picture with the same man.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

My Congrats

I send my congrats to rapper Lil' Wayne. It has been reported that two women are pregnant with his children. And they are both due in the same month.

I hope he raps about it.

And I mean, who wouldn't want to hit that? Lucky girls.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Meet Joe Semanoff

I'm a lover of the BYU Football team. We all know this. A couple seasons ago I made a powerpoint of the team roster so that I could identify the players on campus when they weren't wearing their jersey. It proved to be quite helpful and I still have those names and faces committed to memory.

Well, last week I was glad that I had made this decision.

I was at a party. My dear friend Deanna was moving away to the Delta and we were celebrating her life but mourning her departure (more on this later. I miss that girl!). Anyways, as I'm sitting there on the couch, chillin, listening to some Kanye, none other but a former Coug walks in the door.

There is no hesitation. There is no shame. I see his face and I don't even think before yelling out "Joe Semanoff!" louder than necessary. He looks at me. He probably thought he knew me. But he didn't. Because I'm a semi-stalker.

Don't worry though. It gets better. I touched his overly worked pecs.


He did jingle bells.

I'd like to say we're in love now. But it might be too soon.

No, we're in love.

This was almost as awesome as the time I ran into Dave Nixon at Beto's or Harvey Unga at a basketball game. Or Fui before my philosophy class every day one semester.

I'm thinking about getting my Masters here just so I can stalk Jake Heaps.

I've said it before...

...and I'll say it again.

Dear Blogging world,

Why have I been neglecting you? Why oh why would I put my favorite activity on the back burner for so long? You have never let me down but I have let you down. I am deeply sorry for this. And I know that I've dedicated myself to this multiple times, but here I go again: I will be a better blogger.

I just need to figure out how to balance. You see, blogging world, I am really good at blogging when I don't have a life. Somehow these times inspire funny little insights and entertaining stories; but these times are also when I don't seem to have work or friends. The last couple weeks have actually been busy for me. I got a temp job (but luckily for you it ended) and I've decided to be a professional socialite. Yeah, busy times. It will only get busier as I think this summer will be full of weddings to attend, pool time, good friends, and diet coke. That's all anybody needs.

INSERT: I've been lovin' on the song Knock You Down by Keri Hilson/Ne-Yo/Kanye West and it features one of the best lines in the world: "I used to be commander in chief of my pimp ship flying high til' I met this pretty little missile, shot me out the sky" (I want to be commander in chief of a pimp ship. It's all I'm saying) :END INSERT

Anyways, blogging world, as I sit here and wait on EFY kids to check into my apartments, I contemplate all the good stories that have happened the last couple weeks and how I can find the time to post them. I think about how many celebrities have been missing my blog posts about how they look like aliens or how their acting is either celebratory or horrible. I miss the days when I would post my love for Joe Biden or Judge John Roberts and how I don't ever really want Mitt Romney in the White House.

But these things will all come in due time. This I promise you.


PS: I never went to EFY. Did I miss something great?

PPS: I needed to include this epic photo of Rachel and I on Hawaiian Sunday. Epic.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


sometimes the East coast takes away my friends.

but sometimes these friends visit.

i'm happy when this happens.

but sad when they have to leave again.

What is wrong with me?

Don't answer that.

But really. I just don't know how my life has weird curses. Like how every car I drive ends up being wacked out and I don't even know how it happens most of the time!

Tonight my brother let me borrow his car to go grocery shopping. It was very kind of him. We drove to the store, and drove back, and everything was dandy. Until we made our way to the trunk where the groceries were stored.

We got most of the bags out and then Rachel closed the trunk, not realizing there was one more bag left. So naturally I opened the trunk again to get the lonely bag of Cheez-it's and then it happens.


The key would not loosen. It was stuck in the lock and would not budge. I likened it to the sword and the stone. It looks easy enough, but it would just not come out. Gah. We fiddle with it a few minutes. Then we call my brother and his friend. And they come and work on it for awhile. And then we call my other brother who knows what he's doing because he's a car genius and one hour later the key was finally removed. Seriously though. How lame is that?

Super lame.