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(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.