My 25 Things....

1. I have a stutter. I went through ten years of speech therapy and I still I have it. I’ll probably always have it. I’m told that it’s hard to notice, I don’t believe these people.

2. I have an iPhone, and I don’t know how I lived almost 21 years of my life without one. I’m addicted to it. My five most used aps: Email, ESPN, Facebook, Stocks, and Mancala.

3. I like to work-out, and I try and do it every day. I’m a bit of a health nut, there are a lot of foods I won’t eat and I really like V8 juice.

4. I love to play the card game Hearts and I think I’m pretty good at it. My high score is 0, and I’ve got it three times. Unless you play, it’s impossible to appreciate the feat...but you should still appreciate my greatness.

5. I’m a reality TV junkie: Survivor, Amazing Race, Girls Next Door, Big and Rob, The Real World, Dr. G, anything really. If its reality TV, I’ve probably seen it. Every week we have a little "Survivor Party" and everybody thats anybody attends. We usually have it at Michal's house and you're not invited, cuz you aren't a big enough fan. It's very exclusive...

6. My favorite movies are Legends of the Fall and The Count of Monte Cristo.

7. I have this weird thing where I start a book and never finish it; but my favorite book is It’s Not About the Bike by Lance Armstrong, and I like any Grisham books...who doesn't?

8. I love the Utah Jazz and my mood fluctuates with their record. Obviously, this year has been rough. I cried when they lost in the Finals, but I was ten so it was ok. Last night when they beat the Celtics I felt great, immense joy. John Stockton is me hero, and D-Will aint half bad himself.

9. I can complete a Rubix cube in under two minutes.

10. I finished my Bachelors degree when I was 20, and I plan to have my Masters when I’m 22.

11. I enjoy board games; Settlers of Catan in particular.

12. My favorite tv shows are The Office and Desperate Housewives.

13. I’m looking for a job right now, but I routinely substitute teach. Oh the stories I could tell about the future of America...

14. I still drive the car my dad bought me in high school. It gets me around and doesn't chug the fuel.

15. I’ve been to almost all the 50 states.

16. I have a crush on Jennifer Aniston. Jen, if you read this, call me. I love you.

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18. I’ve never broken a bone and had never had a cavity until about two days ago.

19. I believe wholeheartedly in the Law of Attraction.

20. I have hundreds of basketball cards and thousands of dollars of basketball memorabilia. It’s my “guilty pleasure.”

21. I use to own a window cleaning company so I can appreciate a nice clean piece of glass.

22. I want to live in Chicago or San Diego.

23. My favorite car is a Porsche Cayenne.

24. I eat paper, all the time. Is it weird? You betcha…

25. I plan on being a millionaire one day. Why not a billionaire, you ask? Well, I think anything over a couple mil is just gravy. I don’t want to work my whole life. I want to enjoy my money.

I want to punch society in the face...

So lately I've noticed that I have an urge to collectively punch "society" in the face. I'm not usually a violent person, but I've reached my breaking point.
A few recent reasons...
1: I went to a concert last week: Benton Paul and John Allred. It was an awesome show and thankfully we had got in line early enough to stake claim to a spot close to the stage. Our night was nearly ruined by a group of about four girls that we directly next to us. They must've be socially retarded, or at least stupid, because they talked through the entire show. Now when I say "talked", I don't mean they commented on the show or at least talked about the performers. They talked about school, dating, tv shows...everything but the concert. Ok, so I lied, they didn't talk through the whole show, the YELLED through the entire show. When I didn't think it could get worse one of the girls answered her phone and proceeded to attempt to carry on the call. I quote: "You're gonna need to talk louder, I can't hear you. The music is too loud." We did the socially respondible thing of giving glares, telling them to "shhh", and even asking nicely for them to keep it down....to no avail. When people talk during a concert I want to punch them in the face.
2: I was driving down to Utah County the other day. I had left in a reasonable amount of time so I wouldn't have to speed and I could take my time. Once I hit about Lehi the freeway came to a near standstill. My windshield was flooded with red tail lights. I didn't get frustrated, I thought it was a little blurp in traffic that would soon clear up. After a few minutes of 20 mph driving, I checked my nifty iPhone MAP application...it was solid red (red=bad traffic) for a long stretch of road. Fastforward about 30 minutes through my life, still occupied with bumper to bumper traffic. I glance over to the opposite side of the freeway where a wreck had occured...and low and beyond, not ten feet past the accident, the traffic cleared up and normal speeds resumed. Why is it that people feel the need to slow to frustrating speeds when they see flashing lights on the other side of the road? Does the hope of seeing human flesh across asphalt really require the need to slam on your brakes and take your time? Granted, I understand that people ought to slow down a little bit, heck, knock the speedomoter down to a calm 50 mph; I'm cool with that. There can be a pregnant lady with her hood open on the side of the road and people will sail past without even thinking; but the moment they see flashing lights and broken glass they'll slam on their brakes and turn their heads. I want to punch these people in the face.
3: As a newly graduated college student, I've spent my fair share of income on fast food. I understand the types of people that work in fast food...I can sympathize, they don't want to work there. Rarely do I get more frustrated than when I pay for my meal in cash, reach out to collect my change, only to have them place bills in my hand followed by change. Without fail the change will slide right off the bills and either on the ground or in my lap. Is it too much to ask to reverse this order? Change THEN bills!!! Now thats "Change I can believe In." Unlike a dollar bill, the human palm is built perfectly to collect and store change. I repeat, CHANGE THEN BILLS!!! I want to punch these people in the face.
4: I went to a movie last night, Friday the 13th, with my friends Andre & Steve. The MPAA gave the show a "R" rating for "strong bloody violence, some graphic sexual content, language and drug material." As we purchased our tickets and handed them to the ticket taker guy, he asked us for our ID's. Granted, I'm often told that I look like a high school kid, so I've learned to deal with it. We enter the theater, take our seats, and watch the show. Let me tell ya it was well deserving of it's "R" rating. It was the typical "slasher" film. Even though the movie was disgusting at times, I was far more disgusted when I exited the theatre at the same time as a man with three kids, all no older than 12. Are you kidding me?! We try to see the movie and we're ID'ed, but a guy can bring his young kids and they get in scotch free. People like this shouldn't be allowed to have children. Again, I wanted to punch him in the face.
Thats all I've got right now. Do you have any?