Props to Lauren for telling me about these. I'm probably buying one right after I buy a house and a piano.
8.25.2009
I Miss The Days. A New List:
1. When I could scrape my knees and cry about it for as long as I wanted.
2. When mom "kissed it better" and it really worked.
3. When my biggest disappointment was when the sprinklers washed my chalk away.
- The {general grevious} face -
4. When having a sleepover was a really big deal, and we would stay up all night talking about girls but never actually talk to them.
5. When bravery meant walking to school all by yourself.
6. When getting grounded for five minutes was utter misery.
7. When waiting for Christmas morning made you hyperventilate.
8. When you would kink the garden hose to make it spray your buddy in the face, who was drinking from it. {Also, jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler/hose underneath it.}
9. When everybody called me "Boo" or "Speen the Bean" and I ran the fastest out of everybody in my grade.
10. When smoking meant burning ants with a magnifying glass. Everybody did it.
2. When mom "kissed it better" and it really worked.
3. When my biggest disappointment was when the sprinklers washed my chalk away.
- The {general grevious} face -4. When having a sleepover was a really big deal, and we would stay up all night talking about girls but never actually talk to them.
5. When bravery meant walking to school all by yourself.
6. When getting grounded for five minutes was utter misery.
7. When waiting for Christmas morning made you hyperventilate.
8. When you would kink the garden hose to make it spray your buddy in the face, who was drinking from it. {Also, jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler/hose underneath it.}
9. When everybody called me "Boo" or "Speen the Bean" and I ran the fastest out of everybody in my grade.
10. When smoking meant burning ants with a magnifying glass. Everybody did it.
8.13.2009
Road Trip!
I am on my way down to Oceanside California. No time to blog. I am missing precious rays of milky golden sun.
8.02.2009
Swing and a Miss!!
In this video, Emily is both adorable and hilarious.
(Her golfing skill is typical of the Craven family)
(Her golfing skill is typical of the Craven family)
7.31.2009
51.
The number of posts I've made.
I like counting things. And I am a list-maker. This is a silly thing, but these lists of silly things make me happy. For example:
1. inside jokes
2. nice things people have said to me
3. stuff i like about girls
4. stuff i don't like about girls
5. the phrase "i love you" in varying languages
6. pet peeves
7. good advice i've been given
8. guilty pleasures
9. significant days
10. my personal greatest accomplishments
11. things that i will never do again
So go out, buy a book, and keep track of some lists - it's addicting. And next time you run into me, ask to see my book - I think you'll like what you find in there.
I like counting things. And I am a list-maker. This is a silly thing, but these lists of silly things make me happy. For example:
1. inside jokes
2. nice things people have said to me
3. stuff i like about girls
4. stuff i don't like about girls
5. the phrase "i love you" in varying languages
6. pet peeves
7. good advice i've been given
8. guilty pleasures
9. significant days
10. my personal greatest accomplishments
11. things that i will never do again
So go out, buy a book, and keep track of some lists - it's addicting. And next time you run into me, ask to see my book - I think you'll like what you find in there.
7.20.2009
Headaches.
I swear I used to only get them once a year.
My headaches are caused by stress. I never stress, thus I never get headaches.
Well, I am currently in the middle of headache #3, and it's only July.
Life: stop stressing me out. I mean it.
Thanks for reading: it means you care...
Now send me some cookies.
My headaches are caused by stress. I never stress, thus I never get headaches.
Well, I am currently in the middle of headache #3, and it's only July.
Life: stop stressing me out. I mean it.
Thanks for reading: it means you care...
Now send me some cookies.
7.18.2009
New Moon Preview (Harry Potter Premiere Continued)
I have to say, this was possibly my favorite part of the premiere. Girls can be crazy!
And this post comes with a disclaimer: I really do like girls. Hands down I think more about girls than anything else. I suspect this is true of all boys. However, girls under the influence of Twilight - that's a different story:
As the anticipation mounted for the opening scenes of Harry Potter, the previews began. Without warning, a screeching, frenzied hyena yell burst forth from all around me, threatening to deafen us unsuspecting moviegoers. Every girl in the theatre between 13 and 30 began hyperventilating in unison as the words "New Moon" and a topless werewolf-guy flashed across the screen:
At that moment in my life, girls were very unattractive to me. I hope you’re taking notes.
Wishing to be anywhere but in that theatre, I stomached the rest of the preview like I would my grandmother's home-made spinach dip, and in the ensuing silence - punctuated by maniacal girlish tittering - I smiled and shamelessly burst out, "HE'S NOT REAL!"
Bad move, Spencer. Should have thought ahead. The frightening similarity between girls and banshees deepened as groups of them yelled out in rabid, foaming fury, "HE'S BETTER THAN YOU!" and "HE'S WAY SEXIER!" etc. etc.
While all this is probably true, my mischevious outburst is no less correct than yours, my frenzied females. Here in the real world we are dreadfully vampire and werewolf free - and I’m afraid that your steamy sex icons simply do not exist in real life. Keep those swiftly beating hearts in check, my dears, and have the sense not to invite me to that movie.
Another mormon man with similar feelings has also posted his take on the subject of Twilight. He says it better than I do.
And this post comes with a disclaimer: I really do like girls. Hands down I think more about girls than anything else. I suspect this is true of all boys. However, girls under the influence of Twilight - that's a different story:
As the anticipation mounted for the opening scenes of Harry Potter, the previews began. Without warning, a screeching, frenzied hyena yell burst forth from all around me, threatening to deafen us unsuspecting moviegoers. Every girl in the theatre between 13 and 30 began hyperventilating in unison as the words "New Moon" and a topless werewolf-guy flashed across the screen:
At that moment in my life, girls were very unattractive to me. I hope you’re taking notes.
Wishing to be anywhere but in that theatre, I stomached the rest of the preview like I would my grandmother's home-made spinach dip, and in the ensuing silence - punctuated by maniacal girlish tittering - I smiled and shamelessly burst out, "HE'S NOT REAL!"
Bad move, Spencer. Should have thought ahead. The frightening similarity between girls and banshees deepened as groups of them yelled out in rabid, foaming fury, "HE'S BETTER THAN YOU!" and "HE'S WAY SEXIER!" etc. etc.
While all this is probably true, my mischevious outburst is no less correct than yours, my frenzied females. Here in the real world we are dreadfully vampire and werewolf free - and I’m afraid that your steamy sex icons simply do not exist in real life. Keep those swiftly beating hearts in check, my dears, and have the sense not to invite me to that movie.
Another mormon man with similar feelings has also posted his take on the subject of Twilight. He says it better than I do.
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