Serenity

Okay, so I just watched "Serenity!" Jeez...it was good. And also sad. But, Kelsey, you were right. They didn't tie things up as tightly as I would have liked (a.k.a. Mal and Inara) but overall, it's awesome. I love it so much and I must own it. yay for Joss Whedon. He is the MAN.

One of my itunes videos

I enjoy this video so much that I had to share it with everybody that doesn't care. This song is called "Let it Be" by The Beatles. I am sure everybody has heard this song but it is just fantastic to watch a video of it. I watch our beatles videos on my itunes every now and again and this one always takes my breath away. This song touches my heart more deeply than almost any other song ever has. This song is certainly one of the most beautiful songs ever written and really puts on display the talent of Paul McCartney. It astounds me how amazing of a bass player, guitar player, and piano player he is. And how awesome does he look with that hair and that beard? I mean c'mon! I love their music. There was nothing like it back then, and after all of the evolution of music, there is still nothing like their music. They rock my socks off everyday. I get the chills everytime I hear him hit that high note. Watch the video, you'll see.

-Justin yo

B-Y-Poo

I am so freaking sick and tired of BYU and there inability to show up in big games. There is a reason you people haven't won a game in the ncaa tournament in sixteen freaking years. Good thing i stopped believing in the BYU basketball team when the Reid's still played there, which was more than ten years ago, or else this would be a lot more upsetting. Apparently they didn't learn anything from their game last year. Hey guys, let's not play defense, I bet we can still win. Yes, I realize when a team starts 10-10 from the floor there is nothing you can do about that, especially when some of them were ridiculously impossible shots, but one thing you can do is make some of your shots. That might help. BYU NEVER shows up to play when it counts and I am tired of their incredible failures. Not only are they the greatest choke artists in the country, in every sport, they are the greatest con artists in the country. Somehow they have conned all of their fans into believing that they are going to win this time around. And this time around is every time they are in a big game. They continue to lose all the games that matter and yet their poor sucker fans, including myself, continue to believe that they can win. Well no longer. I will never again believe that they are going to win a game that matters. Oh wow you can beat wyoming at home in December. So freaking what. Maybe this attitude makes me a poor fan or a pessimistic fan, I believe it makes me a realist fan. Go home. There aren't words for how much hatred I feel towards your athletics.

Dang Church Functions

We went to this church St. Patricks Day dinner thingy for our ward tonight because we wanted a free dinner and because the bishop tracked us both down individually and invited us. So we went to get our free dinner and it turns out that were serving sandwiches, which was great for me. We get up there and ALL the sandwiches have sauerkraut on them!!!!! Who the heck puts sauerkraut on everybody's sandwich!??! Aren't they aware that everybody hates this crap?!? And it was stuck to the melted cheese so you couldn't even scrape it all off. I was so annoyed. Still am. Why would anybody ruin a perfectly good sandwich with that poo tasting cabbage?

My Doctor the Molestor

Ok, so I have debated writing this blog since October but have never published it because it is offensive, tasteless, and immature. I have now decided to post it because I found a rough draft of it written in my notebook while I was not paying attention in class today. I thought it was absolutely hilarious, but then again I am 12. Anyway, who wants to learn about Taoism when they can read about my doctor visit. Really do not read this post if you don't want to be offended. It contains VERY strong sexual content and is represented in a very immature way. If you don't want to read about my nether region and the disturbing things that my brain processes then this is not for you. Really. This is bad. Consider yourself warned. Now you can't lower your opinion of me or be offended. It's your fault you read this.

The following is a blog about my privates.

All the way back in October Jesse and I were watching tv when I noticed that my manhood (more specifically, my little men...hood) was hurting. It was very sudden and very painful. It hurt to sit down, stand up, or walk around. Since they were talking about testicular cancer on tv I thought maybe I was having paranoid pains. So I let it slide for a few days. It continued to hurt quite badly so I called my folks. They told me to go see the doctor. So I did.
The first lady (not The first lady, but the first nurse lady) came in and asked me the stupid questions and took my blood pressure and all that jazz. Then she left and I sat there forever waiting for the doctor to come in. He finally arrives and asks me the same exact questions that the other lady just asked me and then he asks me to "drop my shorts." His words, not mine. Then he sits on his little stool, eye level with my junk. Why must they sit eye level. I would much rather they stand up. Seriously, I could feel him breathing on it. It was very uncomfortable. So he sits there and stares at it for what feels like an eternity. I had this thought of smacking him between the eyes with it. Decided this was a bad idea, and continued to stand there awkwardly. Then all of a sudden, completely out of nowhere, he just back hands it right out of the way, like he was playing teather ball or something. And it hurt. I went there because I already had a pain in my wiener not because I wanted to have pain in it. I could get that at any playground for free. Then, naturally, it falls back to where it started. He grabbed it, quite fiercely I might add, and pins it against my right leg. Then he has to check the other side so he pins against the other leg. Then I am pretty sure that he started slapping my stomach with it. Seriously, the dude was just flipping it around like taffy. Then after he is done playing around he told me that I had epiditimits which is pretty much nothing. It's an inflammation of something inside of my supporting cast. Then he charged me 80 bucks. 80 bucks to feel me up. I also could have got that at the park for free. He then told me that I couldn't get a vasectomy in the future either. Darn, I was really looking forward to that part of my life. I felt violated. Still kinda do.

Thank you Kurt

I would like to thank Kurt for a fantastic show suggestion. I just finished watched a TV show called "Firefly" and I loved every minute of it. Unfortunately, they only made 14 episodes before it was cancelled. That makes me very sad. It is witty, funny, and nearly all the characters are entertaining in some way, if not likable. I can't wait to watch the movie "Serenity" which, as far as I know, is a continuation of this TV series. I would recommend this show to everyone, even though there isn't any real resolution yet. (Although I should point out that there isn't really a need for a finality in this show. I don't feel left hanging at all. You just kinda get the feeling that the characters will keep flying on, keep on doing what they're doin long after you stop watching.) I'll have to see how I feel after I see "Serenity." The creator of "Firefly" is Joss Whedon, who is also the creator of another show I love, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Go Joss! And, again, thank you Kurt for suggesting it. (Uh, Kels, will you tell him if he doesn't read this himself? Thanks.) This is Jesse writing this titillating post, by the way.

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