True Love

I saw true love on Sunday. I saw something that no "chick-flick" could compete with. The only comparable film would be Up. I don't know if the people I am writing about would allow me to use their names, so I will refer to them as Carl and Ellie Fredrickson.

There are a few people in my ward who are unable to come to church. One of the duties of the priest is to bring the sacrament to those people. Out of the two houses we regularly visit, I enjoy going to the Fredrickson's house best. The couple met in college and got married. Carl is so dorky and has the funniest laugh. Although I've never seen Ellie move more than the length of her hallway, I have heard many stories which proved that she is equivalent to her Up counterpart. She was very energetic and had amazing musical talents. She also loved to dance. Ellie is now unable to come to church.

She usually has the strength to leave her hospital-like room to take the sacrament in the living room. This last Sunday she was not at her best. We did the sacrament in her room. For several years, her bed has been a hospital bed. As she raised the head of her bed, I saw the smile that always greeted us upon seeing her. Although I have been to her house dozens of times, I had never seen her show the pain I'm sure she's in.

In my Fredrickson's home, I very often seen a picture of Carl on his wedding day. I always think of this picture.

After the sacrament and a brief discussion of our plans for the week, we left her room. As we left, Carl lingered behind, looking at the woman he had married so many years before. I saw something in the way he looked at her. **Side note: From what I have seen of Carl, I can imagine he spends more time taking care of his wife than himself. He always has the sacrament table in pristine condition. He never takes longer than 10 seconds to answer the door and always seems to be in a chipper mood.** The look in Carl's eyes was the look I'm sure was in his eyes when he looked at his new bride. What I saw in his eyes was complete devotion. The look in his eyes was reflected completely in the way his wife looked at him. The look they shared was the look of true love.

If you imagined this were her room, you'd be pretty dead-on to the real deal.

I hope the love I saw for a few seconds will be the love I share with my wife for eternity. I hope that I can look at my wife after years of trials and blessings and convey the insignificance of everything compared to her. True love isn't some Hollywood made guy telling his amnesiac wife that they're married. True love is complete devotion. True love is complete fidelity. True love is as simple as a look.

Busy

Here is a few reasons why I haven't blogged recently. On the bright side, I got a Viking blanket and $25.00, so it's fine.









I'm just a video making machine.I did it all with iMovie, too.

If you had a pig nose, I'd hate you

There is a really horrible movie called Penelope. I hate it because it was a horrible movie. Flat out. I did not have a good night last night. It started with me hoping a certain girl would be at the PG varsity basketball game. One tragic defeat to the gay pioneers (gay because they are purple) and a migraine later, I was let with nothing but disappointment. Cue horrible movie.
I went to Carley Sturgis' house to watch Disturbia. The funny thing about wanting to watch a movie is that it is almost impossible to do so without a copy of it. Without a copy of Disturbia, I was hoping that we could watch the amazing football film, Rudy. We decided to leave the suspense and action genre to a much more, I'd say, crappy genre: romance. My migraine hated it more than the rest of me and told me by hurting even more.
Here is something that I found out when I am forced to watch a film that I am not interested in while having a migraine: I get very sarcastic and find joy in angering people. I entertained myself with the reactions to: pig noises, fake excitement at an especially cheesy (or as the other viewers would say, "romantic") scene, and multiple comments about the predictability and stupidity of the film. Remember that although I was being a jerk, I was in a load of pain.
So that is how my night went. If you are jealous it is only because you were in a car crash which resulted in you getting every appendage and the loss of feeling and nerve function in all of you, because I am pretty sure that that would be the only thing worse.


My head hurt really badly.

Work? Work is fun.

I work at a place called tamsolutions. I started working there back when Brock worked there and stopped working there at the beginning of the school year, with a few hundred dollars stuck in the bank. That money ran out last month. So back to work I go.
The money I am currently earning in going towards Sweethearts. I am very happy working. I come home with a grey shirt that started out as white. My snot is grey for days afterward (sorry, TMI). My head aches right now and it may be from the dust (it may also be because I've been awake since 4:00 this morning). I am so excited for certain activities that I am working for. It will just be the best.

One More Thing

I asked this girl named Maren Parsons to Sweethearts. Pretty stoked.

Two Years

So I turn 19 in 727 days. I can be in the mission field as early as 727 days from now. I went to a farewell for a great man who I probably won't see for about four years. Zach Harris is one of my heroes. It made me realize how much I am going to miss the people I've known for longer than a year and a half. Like Nate Church or Taft Robinson or Trevor Ward. People like Josh Brown and Nate Cutler and every other guy who'll be leaving. (Hey all you girls out there- I probably won't miss you while I am gone. Take it personally if you'd like.)

I really love the church and I love the gospel. It can make miracles happen. I know it's truth and I strive to be like our Savior always. Seriously, He loves us more than words can describe. I would do anything I could for the people I love. I can't imagine anything that would make me scared to save even a single person. That is what makes what the Savior did so important. I didn't volunteer. The sacrifice was too much for me. I can't comprehend that. If the sacrifice was too great for me, the Savior loved us more than I could understand in this mortal world. It amazes me to know that He loves me that much. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I know the Book of Mormon is true. I challenge you, reader of my blog, to study the Book of Mormon and pray to know it's truth. I promise nothing but blessings will come. I know that He loves you beyond anything ever. Remember that in times of trial.

I usually hate the stuff I write a few months after I write it, but not this. I wrote this a while back, but the truth of it is still the truth. Check it up:

I am proud to say that I am very brave (at least in past circumstances I have proven myself). I believe that, if needs be, I could do anything. If the situation was grave enough, I would be victorious. But I am not fearless. I submit to you my greatest fear: I fear that those I love and care deeply about don't care about me, or worse yet, dislike me. I am afraid that my friends who I would die for think of me as next to nothing. I fear that my best is not good enough. I fear I am a nuisance. I always think it and I hate it. I don't know if I'm anything worth caring for.

But then I remember someone, the greatest person ever to love. I remember our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. He loves me. He knows who I am and still, He loves me. He rejoices when I make good choices, even when I am alone. When I make bad choices, He waits with open arms of forgiveness. No matter the problems in my life, He and my Father in Heaven will support me.

Jesus, my older brother, loves me enough that He died so I may be eternally happy. He suffered pain and scorn because He knew it would be worth doing. And He did not do this just for me. He did this for my friends, my neighbors, everyone who has been on this earth or will be on this earth. He is our shepherd, the voice in the dark, calling us to the light. He did so much for us because He loves us. He loves me.

So from now on, if you ever wonder, Am I good enough?, just remember, He knows you are and no one else can even compare.

Original post here.

Bitten

I was chewing a grape with my front left teeth and bit my tongue with my back right teeth. I don't know what happened.

Something Weird About Me

So there is this guy. You may have heard of him. His name is Abraham Lincoln. Weird thing. Now before I disclose this, I'll have you know that I never, ever act like I understand the pre mortal life and I don't feel "special" about things all the time. I'm not the type of person who acts like I have a connection to everything, so it is a very strange feeling. This is a one time deal (hopefully).

Mr. Lincoln and I are buddies. I don't mean to sound like I mean that I am on his level necessarily, but I definitely feel a connection with him above that of anyone in the history of everything (save the Savior). I don't want to sound braggy, but it's what I feel. 

So seriously, I am very close to this man. I don't know why, but it's like when you meet someone and although you've just met, you know you'll be great friends (only we've already been great friends). I feel hippyish for saying this, like when people say that they were kings in a previous life. But no, this is different. We were friends and he is up there hoping that we'll be friends again when I get back.

What a stud.

Birthday.

Tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday. Seriously the most pointless year of your life. Eleven you graduate from Cub Scouts. Twelve is Aaronic Priesthood (this is for Mormon boys, I guess). Thirteen your a teenager. Fourteen you become a teacher. Fifteen you get a permit. Sixteen you get a license. Eighteen your an adult. Nineteen is mission. Same with twenty and the one afterwards. Seventeen? Nothing.
So am I excited? I guess. It's not like my life is going to be monumentally different tomorrow. I'll have aged a day, relatively speaking. Really, most of everything is relative. Dimensions.

Getting sick of it

I could die right now. Everything is the worst. I am stressed, tired, sick and finished. I reached the end of my rope. That is exactly why people would expect someone to give up. The world would look at a hopeless, sick, tired, angry Junior in high school and expect one thing: completely giving up. When you can't take anymore, it's expected. Live up to expectations, yeah?
The truth is, I want to give up. I want to sleep in tomorrow and forget that I have to get good grades in order to have a good future. I would love to do something other than worry. I want to not care.
But that exact thinking, those exact expectations are the limits on a normal person. A person satisfied with his life won't grow. A person who is satisfied with his life won't get any where. I won't stay in one spot. I refuse to stop growing. I refuse to give in. Why? Because the expectations are for me to give up and I want to surprise people. I want people to realize that I am not going to give up just because I reached rock bottom. "We may be in the gutter, but some of us still look to the stars." I will do it because I can do it. It is a small part of my entire life. So in short, I won't give up because that is what people don't expect of me.

Sorry I am always writing about writing

I can't help it. It is too much fun. I think this is how Einstein felt about math. It really is my calling in life. Now if I could just get money for doing it.

Hi

I'm the Professor. Nice to meet you. Don't forget that killing is not good.

7000

Lets go for 7000 pageviews before my birthday, yeah? Let's get there before Wednesday.

Skills

Here is a little disclaimer. I sound like a jerk because I am. In this particular instance, I felt comfortable enough that I knew what I said wouldn't have detrimental affects. So, keep that in mind.
Last night I was at a party at which we were told to dance. I was slow dancing with a friend of mine who knew I thought she was definitely not ugly. I am pretty good friends with her and after a few comments about how beautiful she looked in her semi-formal wear, I told her very flatly that she was ugly.
Explanation. So, I once was writing on my phone (which I do often) and kind of venting about how I had no tact around a certain girl. As I was writing, I stated that I was so smooth, that I could tell a girl she was ugly and by the end of the conversation have her walking away giggling from my charm. Now, it wasn't a lie, but I didn't know for sure that it was true. So in order to put my mind at ease, I put it to the test. You can't say what I write about myself is a lie.
Now, I must admit that the pure excitement (I feel that is the wrong word) of telling a girl straight to her face that her face was not straight got the better of me for a moment and I slightly lost my tact, but now when I say that I can do what I said I can do, it is true. It is because I have skills. But like the Mythbusters, remember, don't try this at home. I am a professional.

Breakthrough

I kind of want to be an author. One thing that is really hard is originality. Let me restate that. Quality originality. How many copycats or fan fic authors make it big? None that I know of. It will be pretty awesome when I do something original. And I have something in mind that blows my mind. It is a point, a split, and a fold. You don't understand.

Happy 2011!

Some guy that looked like me just walked out of my house. Weird, eh? He said something about this being my blog, but I haven't ever used it, sooooooo... Happy new year, I guess? What do people usually say on these things? Anyways, I had a really good year and I am excited to finish out my sophomore year. I decided that I am going to probably take Calculus next year. BC, because I am a genius. I bet all the idiots will drop out and it'll only be me getting a 5. My computer is being so dumb and saying that it's 2012. I think it's busted.

So I am going to be sixteen in ten days. Wicked excited. There is something off about everything right now and I can't figure out why. I have no idea what, but it sure is strange.

So here is the thing about last year...

Turns out I skipped all of 2011 due to a rip in the time-space continuum. So I went back in time near the beginning of 2013 and lived all the way to about right now. I am going back to live my the rest of my senior year. Oh one more thing, I went farther in time and I turn out a really hot, famous author, so if your a girl and are reading this, I would definitely pre-order me. Seriously though.