
so i'm reading this fantastic book, east of eden. john steinbeck penned it. it is the bomb bomb bomb. i love this man in it named samuel. he is this old man and he's so funny that everyone comes from around the county to talk to him, and ask his advice, and be his friend. he's super smart and he loves to read and he loves to think. he always invents these cool contraptions and he loves to talk to people about these grand ideas he comes up with in his head. and he has sparkly laughy eyes. i pretty much just love this man to death. oh samuel.
so the other night lisa and i went to see the byu ambassadors performance, and i'll tell you what i learned two things. thing one: i love old people. this fact was actually already established before this night but it was reinforced at the show. there were the greatest old men there... with checkered sweaters and tan hats or tweed suit coats with elbow patches. and they just loved their little wives with their white hair and pink lipstick. i tell you what, i would rather hang out with old people any day. and i'm not lying either. thing two: i REALLY REALLY love dancing. this too was already established, but anyways. by this i mean i love dancing. preferably to disco or funk. i also wish i knew how to ballroom cause that would be so fun. sometimes when i go dancing somewhere i can't control myself and i just go crazy. it is such a great feeling. kind of like when you run like the wind, as fast as you can, thats how it is when you go dancing. don't worry i'm not one of those sick dancers that think they are all cute and sexy and stuff. i definitely know that i'm not normal, thats probably why i enjoy it so much. but i also hate it when you go to a dance with lame people that don't even dance and then you feel like a moron all the time, man that sucks.
plus lost is the craziest show in the entire world. ben is such a fag. he just lies up a storm and tricks everyone into thinking he wants to help them. but i know better. he is out to get them and this is not looking good.
bye snookies!
i love you. rabid dog.
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