Speak for yourself...

I greatly dislike talks. It was lousy. I'd rather teach a bunch of hyper kids.

Mirado is a fine friend of mine, and we found it. It seems to be doing okay, but I think it's going bald. He is a pencil. XD

SEMINARY IS OVER! *sobs uncontrollably*

Hey, no crying all over the floor! *hits back of head*

Jerk.

You'll get over it.

Yeah, but you won't.

What's that suppo-

Told you so.

Where were we? Oh yeah, seminary is over. *sigh* I may go into depression. I should think of something cheerful. I got nothing. Strawberries won't help.

I think I'll go. I don't feel like writing much. *walks off*

Great, now whenever I hear that song, I'm going to cry

Today was the last day of seminary. It was good, we shared our testimonies and bishop talked a little about how he felt about seminary and each of us. Alizet played a song on the piano, I'm not sure what the title was, but I'll post it later. We had a group hug. I cried. More than once. It was nice. And now it's over...


UNTIL FALL! Are we excited? OF COURSE WE ARE! And Ben and Co. Will be back as crazy as ever! Well, I'm not sure if I'll write more. Oh yeah, before I go, This Wednesday I found out that I have a talk this Sunday. Yay. Well, kinda more than "Yay." More like "Yay!" I need to give a five minute talk for the communications merit badge, so yeah. It works. One year, will I make Eagle by then? Not likely, but it's worth a shot. C'ya everybody!

I miss seminary! *sigh*

Hello, hello. Good bye, good bye. I'm late, I'm late. I'm late!

"Would you rather be in a wheelchair stuck to a big rig going 50 miles per hour on a freeway for 4 miles, -OR- be stuck under a tree and have to saw your leg off with a pocket knife?" Thank you, Andrew, we all needed to hear that...


I'm late. I should get going. Otherwise, I'll be MORE late. And when in Far Far Away, MORE late is not a good thing to be. (Notice how well I hide my real location by writing a red herring and keeping my position in the dark)

I go now, you all are sad now, but you'll get over it, the day is young. You may come across something else to make you sad instead of the absence of my writing. Our feet are sane, and be careful when taking the I-80 offramp.

OH MY GOODNESS, I FORGOT!

The part that has to do with the topic will come a little later, but okay, fine, I told some stories, mom. I did the stick with the time line and everything, then I did a little about who he was and told a story from his first mission. Seven pages, to seven 3 by 5's. Condensing made easy. I could write a book...

Now, before I go on, the title. OH MY GOODNESS, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE MOVIE! *searches frantically for movie* It's kind of past the point where I can use it, but I wanna watch it!

But yeah, Riley liked my poster. Especially the overlapping temple pictures and the straight lines. Nancy couldn't get off the fact that the picture of WW looked lumpy because of the darn glue. You'd think you could fix that, wouldn't you? But no, it had to be all crazy and blow up! Still, it was okay. And I didn't faint. That's a plus.

Notice:
Mirado Missing!
My beloved companion has been kidnapped.
His location is still unknown, but searches are underway to track him down and bring him back to safety. Also, the eraser has gone missing as well. Might the two occurrences be related?

Okay, I think that's all for now. Bye!

What if..

What if you had to sit on the padded seat for 5 hours or the padded back for 1? Okay, so WW is due... *drumroll* Tomorrow! I must figure out what I shall do. Mom wants me to do the seven page fiasco, but I'm just saying the longer I'm up there, the more chance I'll pass out. And not ONE report has been very long. These are summaries. Not Their entire life story including the time they stubbed their toe on a copy of the Book of Mormon (what a way to find the gospel). Okay, bad example. The time the ate two three foot subs in one sitting. Right, that'll work. Yeah, I don't think we're doing that. I dunno, mom, you know I've never been a public speaker. I go up. I talk. I sit down. No one gets hurt. Especially me. I must go now, sorry it is short, but you try taking over the world, writing a who knows how long report, trying to act as normal and abnormal as possible, and on top of that, doing most of this without anyone noticing. Not. Very. Easy. Bye, everybody.

Sewers

Yes, mother, I wrote it, but no mother, I won't publish, because some "genius" had the bright idea of thinking they were recycling.
"Hey, Andrew, have you seen my story? I left it on the table."
"Oops..."

Following said remarks, there was a small argument which I shall not recollect here.

Ah, yes. Les Misérables. Fortunately, in this story there was no lousy quicksand gross mud that wasn't really mud. A couple rats here and there, but no gross mud that they had to go through. That was a horrible story. All this time you expect it to get better, 'cause that's what stories do after a while, but no. Sad to the end, and very, very disappointing if you think everyone will live happily ever after in the last chapter. More like the dying off of everyone in the story.

So yeah, John Talor was today, well, tomorrow actually, so WW is coming up. Still, I am not worried, I'll get my 3 by 5's done today and everything will be good. And if I faint, it'll be dramatic affect of his death. *sigh sigh* Alas, I must be off. Duty calls and what not. "It will not brake! It broke..." ~Awesome opening scene dude from Aladdin

OH YES! I just thought of a good "Would you rather" question the other day. Would you rather sit in a chair for two hours with a hard seat and a padded back, -OR- one with a padded seat and hard back?

Now I go. Yea. Hooray. We're done. Good bye.

Spur of the moment

You know, when you read a story, like I said before, that was written in ten minutes, do you expect miracles? Especially coming from me? And the moral of the story is still "Don't be a woodpecker" because even if your beak was sharp, your house would get chopped up and used for furniture. Then where would we all be? Another sad story of trying to survive on the ground while predators loomed all around you. Hmm... That's not a bad idea... Maybe he'd make friends with a chipmunk. It's a sad story, meant only to fill space and make you realize your life might not be that bad. And about the telephone poles, we'll just say it was New York. Underground wiring. XD

So yes, all that jazz. You want a happy story, don't have it start with an animal. It will be killed or eaten. I've had a story that started with a sewer once. It was okay, this guy fell down a manhole and accidentally came across this kind of rebellion group while he was looking for somewhere to get out through. And of course, the people found him and there was this big long thing about him trying to hide from everyone while figuring out what they were up to and trying to get out alive.