Whoa Guys. Whoa.

Wow. It's you again. We've got to stop running into each other like this. Someone is going to suspect.I know I suspect. I suspect all the time and it always turns out for the worst, except for those times when it turns out for the better. Ahh yes. I see that a few things have changed since we last had a little chat. WHAAAA?? Right on! I'm a little different too. Yes, those things are at it again.

First on the docket:YOU. You're a fantastic person. Yes I'm writing to you. Secondly: others like you. I know right? I can hardly believe it myself. 7 followers. 2 of which are amazing photographers. Two of which have stuck with me for all this time and two identical twins. M Staley and Oliver. Goodness gracious! A guy never realizes how similar some people look until they are pictured side by side in the followers box. That followers box, it really suits people.

So I went on a little journey to the faraway land of Logandale Nevada to check out the Clark County Fair and Rodeo. Guess WHAT!! I touched a ruminant. Mhm, I know you're jealous. I also tried to snap a couple pictures, but my sanyo (brand name used for effect) for some reason wasn't working right. I ended up just using my LG phone and sending them to facebook for later processing. Darn I wish I had a nicer photographing machine. (po box 1033, overton NV, 89040) Then I'd be a real blogger. Anyway, rode some rides, found out a good friend of mine can't handle the Meri-go-Round, and saw some shows. One in particular was freaking awesome. Tim Gabrielson almost even took my twenty dollar bill. Unfortunately I didn't answer his "where you from?" question and he picked someone else. I also battled snow. On Saturday, it was raining pretty good upon my arrival. As I meandered through the fairly grounded grounds, I noticed that there weren't very many people around. I realized after ducking for some cover in a tent, where all the people had gone. Deciding I didn't like the crowd in the tent, I slipped my ruined-when-wet things into a plastic bag and enjoyed the cold wetness of the way less crowded outdoors. That's because I'm a real man. Also Because I'm a real man I decided to purchase myself some hot meat to go with the now solidified precipitation. The bratwurst stand runners got such a hoot out of the ice falling into my sausage that they snapped a picture and declared it's future publication in their very own magazine. I snuck my hands in the shot for some free publicity. Oh, the life of a famous person.

Sunday was also quite adventurous. Moments before church, I got a mysterious phone call from a man declaredly from "THE STATE" I was a little bit nervous I was being drafted via cell phone.Fortunately, I heard wrong. He was from the stake and he wanted to schedule an appointment for my stake president interview, the final step on my mission papers. What I mean to say here is: "My papers are turned in and in a few weeks, I'll get my call to serve two year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" I'm super excited. I'm just a little off put by my friends not leaving till august and hoping that I get to leave earlier than that. If not though I guess I'll just keep stocking shelves for the summer months. I was hoping I would skip out on ice cream season. I love ice cream. Don't get me wrong, but in a Nevada summer, so does everyone else. That doesn't fair well with a frozen department supervisor at the only grocery store within a 45 minute radius.

Well folks, live well. Tip your baggers. Be a good little boy. Mind your p's and q's. Remember who you are and always always always always always ... um, I did have something for you to always do but I got distracted by my continuous typing of the word "always". Darn. I have a feeling it was super important too. Like something I know about that you probably don't and if I could remember it, it would probably drastically change your life for the better. Oh well, I guess you should also check out this blog: http://bythecanonviewfinder.blogspot.com/ it's pretty manly.

So Short.

A Magic Number

Globe, it is a momentous occasion. I have reached a grand total of 3 followers which makes for a grander total of 4ish readers. This is phenomenal because three plus three is six and six times three is eighteen and the eighteenth letter in the alphabet is "R" and "R" is the rating of the movie that I opted out of watching in my psychology class last night and the movie I didn't watch was called "awakening" and after I left I think they decided it wasn't actually R but that Espinosa is technology illiterate and couldn't play it and "awakening" is what I did this morning in order to tell you all this. I know, pretty legitimate if I do say so myself.

Writing of numbers, specifically the number three, I have this math class.I've always hated math classes. I'm not a big fan of numbers. Anyway this math class is actually really great. That  is, it was great until I failed that last test and got really behind on my homework. I have faith that it will get better though because my teacher is awesome and it uses mymathlab.com which is the greatest math tool of all time accept maybe wolframalpha. As I was saying, there are these things we learned about one time. They're called "log"s and you use them to find the inverse of exponential functions. But then we learned that you can only really solve them if certain rare things happen. That is, if the log becomes log10 or "lne". "e" is what I'm finally getting at here (just fyi,(and by "y" I mean any of my readers that are math heads) we continued to learn more about logs and how to do more stuff with them and we found those inverses). "e" is the natural number. Everytime my teacher said this I laughed because he was just like, "and that makes "e" which, you know, is the natural number and you know," and I had know (spelled that way on purpose) idea. Come to find out, "e" is a number kind of like pi that just pops out of nowhere all over the place in nature. I have never actually witnessed this but i hear it's pretty mind boggling. Anyway, wow this post is really tangenty, I've always had this theory about God's locker combination. Numbers that consistently pop up in the bible must be significant in some way to The Big Man and I figure they combine to open his locker. Sometimes he probably can just hit the locker just right and it opens, but other times he turns the dial and does it the right way. This natural number must be the number of his locker. Someday, probably a Sunday, if I come across a locker number "e", I'm going to have to try some combination of 3, 12, 7, and 40 and then I can steal His lunch money.

All this math makes me want to ask my vast audience a math question: what is the square root of a square root sign. WARNING: this math requires subconscious calculation which is the highest form of math.

Also, why did the math teacher go to Guantanamo Bay? Because she was teaching radicals.

More in number news, when I was transfered to night crew, my boss told me he wants night stalkers to throw (stock) 90 cases an hour but that most of the guys are throwing 60 or below. Well, my current cases per hour is 112. That's right. What now. (I chose a period because it's a statement. Stop questioning my grammar, I'm an English major)


OOOHH!! PS: if anyone wants to grow a friend with me I can hook them up with African hybrid teacup violets that are super cute and I hope they come in the mail soon because I ordered. more on this adventure to come.