So i found this the other day, and decided to upload it to my vSocial account. The funny thing about this, is that the original song; hey ya, is a good song, and i have to admit that i liked the video, and the song was pretty good.

but once i heard this i fell in love. This version is so much better that the original in my opinion. Is that wrong? that the acoustic/emo version of the same song that i already like? its not the first time either. i totally fell in love with mark kozelek before i even realized that his cd "whats next to the moon" was entirely AC/DC covers. Now i don't pretend to be an AC/DC song. Sure, rock & roll really ain't noise pollution, and of course, without them Lewis Black would have to come up with a new catch name and intro song for his segments on the Daily Show. But I don't believe that when i'm in the shower i whistle the tune to "Giving the Dog a Bone" or lay in bed at night pining for a woman to "shake me all night long" (ok... the later may have happened before, but it's mearly coincidence).

Is it wrong that I totally love these versions more than the original song? sure, anyone can cover the song, but i think its something further than that. not only did he cover the song, he changed it. I mean come on... All Along the Watchtower didn't really sound the way we know it sound when Bob Dylan originally recorded it, and I don't really fault Jimmy for redoing it, but... it just seems a little fake to love a remake, more than the original.

I have always been an original fan... Original Oceans 11 was way better than the hollywood ending crap the Clooney, Pitt, Damon, Mac, Roberts and about 1,000 stars pushed together... and the sequal??? give me a break. Everyone knows that Godfather 2 is the only sequal to ever be better than the original... the exception that proves the rule. at least in movies.but i digress....

So i don't know.... "I'm Torn", "Am I wrong?"

ok, so i was friends with this girl for quite a while. we have been pretty tight for quite some time. a few years ago, we sort of had a DTR. One day, after a long weekend staring at fire, which to me, is the equivalent of deep meditation. Anyways, I talked to her about my feelings, and basically, i got the standard line i've heard a million times before: she was flattered, but decided that she was not interested in me like that. funny thing is, we actually became better friends because of that. we were super tight after that and i loved spending time with her. it sort of just pulled the pressure off the relationship

So i have been in and out of some relationships, and now we are sort of friends again, well, we have been talking a lot more now than we did while i was dating people. anyways, she was talking to a good friend of hers who also knows me. this friend was asking why we never dated. she didn't really have a response besides what she had told me before. anyways, this friend's advise to her was that she just needed to kiss me to figure it out. so she told me about it the other day, and sort of put it out there, to see how i felt about it.

i don't really know how i feel about it. on one hand, i was once interested in her, and i think i still am, but what good will come of it? I pride myself on the fact every girl i have kissed has sincerely meant something. So, on the premise, that we are only doing it to test if our relationship will work, doesn't that make it fairly meaningless. But since i do care about here... does that make it meaningful?

shouldn't the people i'm putting my lips on really want me to put my lips on them? she's a really cool girl, but what if my superior lip locking abilities do woo her over... is that the story i would want to tell our kids... that we only hooked up, because I'm one hell of a kisser? and should she go the other way, do i really want to know with definitive evidence that my kiss sent her runnning for the hills?

or, is this just her cheap way to get play? i know almost every other guy on the planet would jump at the chance, but i don't really care for most of the guys i meet, so i'm quite proud not to be lumped in the same catagory as most of them.

so should i stay in the friend zone, or take my chances?

we'll see.

So, about 4 years ago, my friend Nick and I were sitting around. Nick was getting ready for his mission and we were playing video games. Probably something having to do with stealing a car/motorcycle, and killing as many innocent pedestrians as possible before the fuel in your flame thrower runs out. That or just a dumb football game. While we were sitting there, were started talking about his mission, and how difficult it would be to go without video games for 2 years. 2 years is a long time. I thought about offering to give them up as well, as sort of a brotherhood thing... instead i offered my hair. At the time i shaved my head. usually with a razor. i liked it bald, but i didn't really have the head for it. anyways. i vowed to let my hair grow until he came back. i don't really think anyone thought that i was really serious, but i did it.

2 years went by and 18 inches of gorgeous locks later, he was home. We had this big party where different people cut it. My dad cut a lock, Bryce, Nick, my girlfriend Deena, and my sister finished off the rest. She sent it in to locks-of-love, and hopefully, some young girl never has to know that her beautiful curls (they were quite beautiful) really did come from a guy.

Anyways, to my point.... yesterday I met my friend Mary's mom. I thought it was for the first time, but apparently she met me before. when I was sporting gorgeous curls down to the middle of my back. back then i didn't really care what people thought of them. i thought they were beautiful and i was doing it for a friend. what great love? So she didnt' recognize me. she came up to me and asked me what happened to my long hair. I don't really even think about it. Its been gone for over a year and a half, and its still funny to me. it happens about twice a month. Random people who i haven't seen in a while, come up and ask me about my hair. they usually comment on how good i look now with shorter hair.

which begs the question.... was i the only one who loved my gorgeous locks? that and the unfortunate recipient of my locks of love?

So a couple weeks ago, my aunt called and asked my dad if the 2 of us could come and give her sister a blessing. I've never met the woman, but I enjoy using the blessings i have been given, so i gladly went.

Afterwards, my dad and i were walking to the car talking about the gospel. My dad was talking about how he read that in heaven, Joseph Smith and the other prophets and apostles from the starting era of the church were trained to do the things they did. My dad contemplated that Joseph probably spent years training to do all the things he did. Then, my dad mentioned that he probably only spent about 20 minutes in training. He had never done any good. He never started a religion, or received revelation from the Lord or from and angel.

I thought about it a lot, and a scene from the new movie Lady in the Water came to mind, for those of you who haven't seen it, there may be spoilers in here... I mentioned that the character the M. Night plays is an author, and he rights a book, and although he has no direct effect on anyone, a man that will read his book will come up with some great ideas, and use those ideas to become a world leader, and change part of society so that human kind isn't so violent.

I told my dad, that he had done a lot of great things. I told him i was greatful for everything he has taught me. I've learned the value of work from him. I've learned how to work. How to do things for myself. How to work on my car. I've also learned about devotion. While he and my mom never really got along, he stuck it out for me. Maybe some day i can pass those values on to my kids. And if it makes 1 day of my kids lives easier because of it, then I say he succeeded. I say even, if he only went to 20 minutes of celestial training, or that he never saw an angel, he has done his part. He is a convert. Because of him, my grandma and my uncle and their whole families joined the church. My brother and sister and one of my cousins served missions, and brought the benefits of the gospel to probably thousands of people.

So now the question is.... what am I going to do to make my training worth every second?

so tuesday night, i was helping my dad and my brother load up our hot rod onto a trailer. this guy in phoenix is going to finish it. i'm super excited about it, the car has a lot of sentimental value to me. my dad started building it before i was born, and he ran out of time and money to finish it, so it has just been sitting in our garage surrounded by boxes and models and fabric and 1/2 finished projects and dust, inches and inches of dust.
anyways, i was trying to put on of the ramps on and ... (disclaimer, not for the squeemish) i dropped the ramp on my foot. i didn't really notice anything had happened except that it landed on my foot and hurt a little bit. i looked down and i noticed it looked a little strange. my big toe nail was no longer attached to my toe and was just sitting there. it was hanging on by a thread... so i reached down and ripped it the rest of the way off. my brother said that i better go clean it up. so i went inside. as i walked, every step, blood would shoot out a couple inches in front of my flip flop. so i grabbed a towel and wrapped my foot in it so i wouldn't get blood all over my mom's carpet and tile.
i got to the bathroom, and ran some water over it. it looked pretty bad. a few minutes went by and my brother came in. i stood up to get some gauze and stuff and i almost passed out. my brother said i was super white, which is extremely uncharacteristic of me, because i am always red. anyways, i sat down and he brought me some water and a banana. i felt much better. for a split second i felt like i should go to the hospital, because it was bleeding pretty bad, but instead i just wrapped it up in some gauze and went back out to help with the hot rod. we got it all loaded and i went to dinner with some friends for a few hours. when we came back, they all wanted to see it, so i went to the bathroom and took the bandage off, immediately blood was everywhere. i guess my blood didn't coagulate as fast as i had hoped.
so my mom called this nurse guy that lives down the street, but he wasn't home, so instead she called this chiropracter that used to be in the homeward. he is the holistic medicine guy and is super strange, and sure enough, he got all strange and started talking about how bad antibiotics were for you and stuff, what a spaz. he was talking about them making fake bricks in my blood cells and stuff, he's insane, but whatever, he said he didn't think i needed stiches.
so yesterday, i stayed home from work, to keep off of it, and to keep it propped up on his recommendation. anyways it doesn't hurt much, but it still bled when i put it down below my heart. when it was propped up, nothing much happened, but come on, how am i supposed to function like that. anyways, i went to sleep last night, thinking that it would stop bleeding some time in the night, but nope, the damn thing is still making my bandages red and its annoying as hell. i guess if it doesn't stop bleeding i'll go to a real doctor. i guess thats the responsible thing to do.
i guess no more DDR for me for a while!