It is coming...I can feel it deep inside

The feeling is quickly spreading--it can be felt in the air, seen in the trees, and by what people are wearing. The crispness of the autumn air at dawn or dusk draws me to internally hope for something more. The leaves on the trees are beginning to rebel and fall from their places. The freshness to the air is beginning to encourage people to put on another layer to shield them from this change--but the change is inevitable. I can feel in all over, and it brings a smile to my face. I close my eyes and see...WHITE. It must be heaven for the whiteness fills my viscera to the point of over stimulation and I have to squint my eyes. Not only am I surrounded by this purity, but I am floating on top of it, traveling at great speeds, in and around trees in a fluid motion--like a bird. The whiteness below me buoyantly brings me up and down through this celestial color. Wind wisps past my face, and I feel the bite of cold, but it feels soothing--enticing me to go faster and harder. This must be heaven, for there is no greater feeling, and if it is so, I wish to die and live there forever.

~Pray for snow~
lants.

Week 3 - Dang you Matt...

Well, I now have a follower . . . now I have to write something of substance.  Or do I?

So, BYU lost.  FSU was just plain faster.  I observed (nothing racist) that on FSU's special teams they had all black guys and only the kicker was white; whereas on BYU's special teams all were white with the exception for the one of the kick returners--did it make a difference in speed?Maybe--they were just plain faster, but that isn't what caused the loss.  It was the five turn overs.  It is hard to do anything in a game when you can't keep the ball.  That game is over and done with, probably a good awakening, but we fall into the same tradition we have for years--talk of "this is BYU's year" then we fall shorter than our expectations wanted to believe.  Does this mean we despair?  No, we are still a great team, we just got humbled, as we did last year.  I think it is a great thing that we think that we can go all the way, and we get bummed each time we fall short, we are not settling for anything less than the best.  We have a good crew and a good motivation time to hurl our challenge to our next foe-->CSU

Anyway, story of the day.  I was sitting in elders quorum and Matt decides that it is a good idea to play RISK on his Ipod touch.  Logically I get a crappy squandering of territories, so I have next to no hope of winning so my attention is half on the game half on the lesson.  But then I start to feel bad that I'm not paying attention to the lesson, so my brain says "answer a question."  Right then the teacher asks for us to recount our first baptisms for the dead experience, but I hear not our own experience, but the first experience ever.  So my hand shoots into the air and the teacher calls on me.  I start recounting the story of the lady who was so anxious to have the work done for her ancestors that they have two horses be he witnesses.  After I answer another person starts to recount the first time they went to the temple to be baptized for their family ancestors, and I think, man this guy wasn't paying attention to what the teacher asked.  Then another person adds his own experience and then I realize I was the crazy one.  I raise my hand and the teacher hesitatingly calls on me and I clear my name so I don't get confused for the lady in my story a 180 years ago.

Well thats all, 

Matt have a good day.

-Lants. 

Week 2 Still no followers...

So due to the awesome pandamonium of BYU I put off writting my blog, but that is ok because BYU is way more important! So they have now moved up to number seven, which is awesome and I think that the players have the right attitude this year, and realized that last year when they cared about the rankings they blew it.I put a BYU sticker on my car to show my support this year, last year I bought a flag for my car, but I flew off when I tried to take it off while drivin fifty mph...yeah that didn't work and it got ran over. I talked to Bryan Kariya on Sunday, man he rocks, he says that they are all excited to play for their home opener. So as you can tell I am a fan, and I bleed blue.

Week 1...currently no followers

(When reading this you should use a monotone voice speaking relatively quickly in your head)

I am blond haired blued eyed male from Orem, Utah attending BYU...seems pretty typical of the steriotypical "happy valley" resident; not to memtion that i'm married at 22--which seems like the median age in theis environment. Well, that is pretty true, I just kind of blend in with the rest of the thousands like me. I even can blend into the background if I wear a white shirt under the right kind of light.

School has now started and things are out of control, well not really. I'm in Chemistry 105 and ninty percent of the class is filled with over zealous incoming freshman who think they are at a glorified EFY. I sat in my New Tesiment class and a new freshman took on the resposibility to answer every question the professor could think of, kind of like Hermone Granger from the infamous Harry Potter series except he didn't get all the answers right. But I am glad he took on the duty of being the class encylopedia, because I seemed to have lost half of the volumes. As school is starting I'm realizing that there is a very real invisible barier between the married folk and singles. I went to a party last night for one of my best friends Clay. The room was full of "singles" and the room seemed to part to make way for the "married" people, but that.is okay because I made Eric and his girlfriend embarassed becasue I because I let everyone know that they were cuddling. Clay came to the party in only his short shorts, the same shorts that got him in trubble with the honor code police during freshman year. But then put on a tux and gave a dashing speach until I put ice cream in his face. Jeff almost burnt the house down because he wanted to make paper towels in to candles...well they turned into balls of fame and he shook them in the air that made piece of burn paper towel play everywhere. Well no perminant damage was done, well that I know of, maybe his girlfriend Christie will dump for acting like a cretin (new word of the day which means time for a story).

So Wednesday I think should be titled prirate day. I went to my Finance class and sat next to Manookin (He spells his last name wrong. It should be spelled Manukyan. Its Armenian and it means baby. So I know Armenian, but my friends think that it really is a terrorist language...Քեզ ինչ) Back to the pirate story...Manookin used to have big dinasaur boat for a car and we called it the "green pearl" after the cursed pirateship "the Black Pearl." We used to drive around and pirate other cars and say ARR and other pirate things like"tis mutany to speak of such words" and "tis my booty." Anyway I notices that Manookin was wearing a prirate shirt and right at that is was moment the Professor used the word "cretin" and said it ment and smalll minded pirate. So wrote that down in my notes and my wife corrected me and said that the professor actually said it meant a small minded dwarf. Coincidence...? I think not, logically Manookin or Baby, is a pirate, he even has one leg. Well mostly, he broke his knee so maybe that leg is really a peg leg now.

Now you know who I am...and how I work...and what goes on inside of my head--Welcome to my Brain where thoughts go 1.2 million miles and hour (I wonder if some can measure that?) and sometime I say the wrong thing at the wrong time--ask any of my friends for some quotes--one (Dallas ) even made a quote book dedicated to such sayings he has recorded and trademared over 120 quotes. My wife says my mind doesn't make sense so I have to have my own blog page, As to not scare the relatives.

Thats me Lants.