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I"m listenning to flogging Molly right now and am loving it. I have the weirdest taste in music. But it's a song I haven't heard before, and it's great. As they usually are. I wonder where they came up with the name Flogging Molly. As it turns out, according to wikipedia, they're influenced by Johnny Cash another one of my random music loves. You guys know the Killer's song Mr. Brightside? I hate that song. Just saying.

Geoff Bulson is pry the funniest person I've ever met. We became friends quite randomly. He was my Elder's Quorum President when I got home but we hadn't really talked at all. Then after a frisbee night this summer I was looking for somebody to go to Menchies with me so I could get a girl's phone number. I believe we were both covered in mud, and pretty trashed from the intense sports of that evening, but let's be real. She was excited when I asked (as they would all be). Ever since then me and Geoff have been friends. I think it was my recomendation of the German Chocolate with rasberries that endeared me to him.

Matt J. is in a contest to win a new boat. He has to stand there in a wake board holding a tow rope until everyone else gives up. They go for 3 hours then get a half hour break, and it's expected to go 3 days. Tomorrow I'm going to go up and spend the day being his "assistant." I have no idea what that entails. How random though. So that's what I'll be up to tomorrow. Then work tomorrow night.

Now I'm gonna go to sleep and listen to All These Things That I've done.

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

Because I try to listen to church music on my way to work, today I had the Tabernacle Choir's Praise to the Man CD in my car. I can understand why Joseph Smith loved this song so much.

A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”

Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”

Heber C. Kimball

"I am perfectly satisfied that my Father and my God is a cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured Being. Why? Because I am cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured when I have His Spirit. That is one reason why I know; and another is--the Lord said, through Joseph Smith, 'I delight in a glad heart and a cheerful countenance.' That arises from the perfection of His attributes; He is a jovial, lively person."

Blog.

This is just a hodgepodge of random thoughts I've had lately.


Currently I'm listenning to the soundtrack to the Social netowrk. For those who haven't seen that movie you should. Just get rid of any pre-conceived notions you have about what you think it might be and go. There was way more substance in it then you'd think, and the acting was incredible. Jesse Eisenberg definately deserves the Oscar for that (Those are this week aren't they?). And it or the King Speech (another incredible movie you should all see) should win the best picture. Both any other year pry would win it.

I've recently made a new friend named Devin. How weird. I've never had the problem before of people having to establish what Devin they're talking about. It's pretty stressful. He's pretty cool though.

Being the terribly witty guy that I am, I've noticed that the more tired I get, the more witty I am. At least I think I am. That may just be me not thinking straight. I do my best thinking at night.

I was watching Mr. Rogers the other day. Not like I turned it on and sat there through an episode. Remember, my mom has a daycare. So it was on. anyway, How cool is that guy? I wish I had sneakers like his and I could socially get away with calling the sneakers.
Super Bowl in a couple weeks. Like I've said, I generally don't care about football too much, but like we all should, I hate Pittsburg. So let's go Green Bay!

Reading drudge

Forget whatever feelings you may have about politics and let's all just admit one thing. Mitt Romney is one handsome man.

Elder Ballard

"We live in an era when the boundaries of good taste and public decency are being pushed to the point where there are no boundaries at all. The commandments of God have taken a beating in the vacillating marketplace of ideas that absolutely rejects the notion of right and wrong. Certain factions of society seem generally mistrustful of anyone who chooses to live according to religious belief."

Reagan

"Someone once said that the difference between an American and any other kind of person is that an American lives in anticipation of the future because he know it will be a great place. Other people fear the future as just a repetition of past failures. There's a lot of truth in that. If there is one thing we are sure of it is that history need not be relived; that nothing is impossible, and that man is capable of improving his circumstances beyond what we are told is fact."