Gosh

I just had a crazy night. It all started at 5:00 when my friend, Cora Owens, took me on a date. We went to Taco Amigo then went to see The Hobbit. When we got back to the car and she turned on the radio, we heard the words, "PG" and "Triple overtime." All thoughts of the beautifully written and emotionally moving film I had just seen left my brain. Pleasant Grove played against Lehi High School last night and won in quadruple overtime 109-107. I listened to the rest of the game and then called Trevor who was there. We talked a bit and it was great. Awesome job, Vikings.

But that was just the beginning. 

After I hung up the phone with Trevor, I get a text from my good friend and Pleasant Grove Sports Network's play-by-play commentator, David Brinkerhoff. It read, "Hey so Jeremiah Jensen from KSL wants us to edit the film for him.  Want to come to Russ' room and help us edit? Plus you can turn Kurt's music off." In my defense, Kurt's music is about as tasteful as this.

I was in my underwear watching Saved By the Bell when I got offered the chance to edit something that would actually go on television. I am not going to lie in saying that that is one of the coolest things that has ever been offered to me.

The only problem is that it was already 11:00 and I was planning on going to bed soon. Of course within minutes I was fully clothed and at my mother's bedside begging for her approval. She said yes as long as I updated her on how long I would be (I figured it would be two hours, tops).

After making a quick Wendy's run, we started into the work of editing the footage for a highlight reel. 

Five and a half hours I worked. 

From 11:30 PM to 5:00 AM I edited, searching through over an two hours of footage and separate footage for a total highlight reel time of 3 minutes. And right now, I am finally editing my masterpiece. 

This is my biggest break in the field of editing. Forget that Wednesday the school played the copy of Ferris Bueller's Day Off that I edited, this actually will have my name attached. I am going to make it big. Just watch.

Purging the system

Once upon a time there was a show called Doctor Who. There still is, I just want to refer back to a certain point in the show. So if you don't know, Doctor Who is a British TV show that follows the life of a time traveling alien known as the Doctor. It was really big in the sixties, seventies, and eighties. The thing about the Doctor is if he gets injured and has enough time, he can regenerate. Basically this gives the producers a way to change the main actor and retain the same character. Anyway, a reboot start in 2005.

The tenth Doctor, played by David Tennant, was around for a good three seasons and he was the face of Doctor Who right when I got into it. Really, he was the best thing I could imagine for the show. He just fit. There were characters that he had met (both as the ninth and tenth doctors) that were a part of the plot and I really started to like them a lot. They were really quirky and it was a fun point in the story.

Then something happened.

David decided to leave. I didn't think I would like that. Who is he to leave the perfect show? He was perfect. The whole situation was perfect. But it was over. I didn't know what the show had in store for me, but I couldn't imagine anything better than the tenth doctor.

The eleventh doctor looked weird. He sounded weird. He acted weird. It was weird. Not only that, but the show felt different. His ship, the TARDIS, was different. His weapon of choice, the sonic screwdriver, changed. None of my favorite characters were there. They had all left when David did. 

That's when I realized the show was purging the system. It was starting fresh. It had a good run with the tenth doctor, the best yet, according to some people. But they knew they needed to move on. David was not going to be coming back, so they knew the only thing they could do was make the next situation as great as they could, without anything supporting them that had been established by David's doctor.

And honestly, I did not like it at all. This Matt Smith guy was crazy. But after a while, I started to love it more than before. I found myself not wanting to even remember that there was any other doctor than Matt Smith.

So with that long analogy, just note that I am purging the romantic system. Cleaning the whole rhino and not just the legs. What? Yeah that didn't make much sense. Sorry, I am tired. System is purging. 

Applied

I am officially grown up. Because I just applied to the University of Utah and it's Honors College.








I still had to use my mom's credit card to pay for it, though.

Two Hundredth Post!

This is the post of two hundred. I am pretty happy right now, because I am sitting down, not working, and just relaxing. It is amazing. I don't know who I should ask to Homecoming. Should I ask that one girl, or just a friend? Will she want to go with me or would it suck because she would rather go with someone else? Is there someone who wants to go with me that I could ask but don't know about? It's just…you know. I know who I want to ask, but I don't know if I should. It's just the worst.

I would rather just fly out on the Millennium Falcon. 

Explosion

I have a lot of thoughts going through my head right now. It's kind of hard to handle. I read something once that always tells me what to do when my life is falling apart. Here is the quote:

"I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I am awake, you know?"

So off to bed I am.

I'm just really tired.

I realized that my blog is kind of suckish because I am blogging in a very not-other-people-understanding type of way. So here is something better. I have been working and stuff all summer. And I realized something: my summer will not be a vacation. Really, I think I will be just as tired every day for the rest of the summer as I will during the school year. Which kind of sucks. But I am just really tired, so I hope I can feel better later.

And that's why I have a best friend

I haven't seen my best friend, Trevor Ward, since Sunday. It isn't just that we haven't seen each other, it's that our communication has become limited to two phone calls. Now I am sure that I sound like a clingy guy, but you have to understand. Trevor and I have seen each other almost every day for the entire school year and if we didn't see each other we were texting or talking on the phone.
I really feel weird without him here. I stopped shaving my face. I have not gone to bed before midnight, even if I had work at 6:30 in the morning like today. I started to take showers at night instead of in the morning (I actually have no idea if that means anything, but I bet it does).

You know that's right. He's Gus, obviously.

Trevor and I think the same things. Right now I have no go to evening plans. I don't have someone to spew my Space Center mission ideas at. I can't even enjoy good food. I have gained five-ish pounds in the past three days. I smell bad. I don't do laundry.
Goodness I sound pathetic. But I don't care. I don't think I have even actively pursued coming in contact with a person of my age all week.
On the upside I have made over two hundred dollars in the past three days, which totally rocks.








I really need to do some laundry. Seriously.

Insomnia

I just realized I have posted six times in the last 50ish days. That is not good. Sorry. I think I am an insomniac. I don't ever go to bed. I can sleep whenever, wherever, but when it comes down to it, I don't want to go to bed sometimes.
Also, I learned a new word: peripatetic. It means basically what this post is about. I thought it applied to me well.
I worked all day today. I spent 5 hours fixing the lawn mower then was told to mow the lawn. Ah. I went all out though, mowing to the best of my abilities, weeding, and weed whacking. I ended the day's work with a sunburn on the back of my neck and a blister on my throttle thumb (it rubs on the lawnmower handle if the throttle is applied, which is something I apply liberally). I love the smell of arms after a shower. So great.
I spent the evening with people I wouldn't say were my demographic, but it was very enjoyable. I chatted with a six year old one upper and I think she has a crush on me. I sucked it up at volleyball. I found out my choir friends wasted their tournament, two 1st places and one 3rd. They did well.
I love my friends. I am glad to have them. I have a few friends I could tell anything to and I am glad I have them.
I kicked a cactus into Trevor Ward's exposed heel one year at scout camp. That girl is ridiculously beautiful.
I must say goodnight, because I am dead. Like completely beat. I love you. Goodnight, internet.

I feel vague

Something about the last few posts makes me feel as though I am being extremely vague. So I am just going to say it like it is.
I guess Wednesdays are pretty busy for me now.
Today I didn't eat any real food until about 6:30 at night. Smart, but not really. I saw a really pretty girl. I got the impulse multiple times to throttle a kid. I went to a history review with my favorite history teacher, Mr. Newman. I did my radio show. I watched my friends play lacrosse. I froze my hands and toes to the point of no circulation while I watched my friends. I ran around the track at a very high rate of speed. I found out that Maren can look amazing even after she has played an entire game of lacrosse in high speed winds. I defrosted my toes. I went to the Mr. Viking pageant. I lost my voice. I wanted to throttle that kid again. I also wanted to spend my entire day talking to that girl. I watched Psych. I ate some chicken. I still want to kill that kid and talk to that girl. I probably won't do the prior (ever).
Oh and can I say Wen-di Adair is just the best? She really is pretty dang great.
That was my day. I doubt your day was as eventful. If it was, I am sorry. It kind of sucks.

Also, I drew this.

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.

Answers

So I saw that someone had taken a survey. I think I might do the same. But I don't think I will let you read the questions. It might be interesting. I might not actually post this. Here we go.

I attacked a piece of ice with my forehead. First one ever.

I don't think I did do anything. It was not a rememberable one, even though it usually is for people.

I'm pretty excited for the break, but I am not happy because tomorrow is going to last forever.

I went to temple square. I really enjoyed it, even if my phone died while I was reading the statistics of the LDS church.

With my grades I did marginal. With the ladies? Well, ask them (all of them).

My mother bought this one and one with Boba Fett on it. She just gave them to me. So sick.

I see Trevor way too much. I am kind of sick of that dork head.

Too much. Too much money spent.

I want to be the same age as when I first kiss my wife. In other words, I don't care.

Sebenteen. Pretty uneventful.

Laurie, but I don't see what this has to do with me. Some people.

I can tell you this, I did not get enough sleep.

I think it was obvious with my last answer. Come on.

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief always does it for me. Particularly the final verse. I love that song so much.

Punching things. For example, the other day I was mad so I just punched everything. I tweaked my wrist. I really think I could do something more productive, but it works.

Well, she has to be a girl.

Zombie apocalypse.

I didn't have it. I did eat breakfast food for linner. Egg, turkey, cheese on an English muffin.

Well yeah, but some would say it is irrelevant. Actually, I am kind of in this situation now.

Man of Steel. Question: What steel have you broken?

I was told I was in Canada, but some people might question my parents' motives.

I have not.

You can stab someone with a back? I was unaware.

Assuming by "dated" you meant "been on a date with" then yes, two people. If you mean what you sounded like you meant, I don't steady date.

Atticus Finch. Mentally, of course.

Strangely enough, it was Coach Blaisdell. He is a good guy.

Just mi amigos, Trevor e Kassie.

My mom. Usually I psychically contact them previous to them needing to contact me.

Erin Hardy got the last one because she was accusing me of being too much of a guy. I'm glad I'm on that part of the scale and not near the other end.

Kass the Gassie. Whiner.

Probably Jessie Marquis. Don't worry, I said it after I told her to marry someone else.

In my heart. Just kidding, he lives down the street.

I went to hang out with my Special Needs buddy, David.

SLC Temple baby.

PGHS. Best school in the US.

In the mountains.

I am at the peak of my adolescence. That is the stupidest question you could ask me.

Quantum mechanics. I don't know, so therefore the fact has no definite state of being.

I'm pretty happy with the current state of affairs, although Abraham Lincoln's friend would be interesting to be for a bit.

I think the thought of someone making his entire living off of muffin is pretty impractical, so no.

The future? Oh, I can tell you about the future."

Put two kids in the woods for long enough and either only one comes out or they come out with the same mind.

Apparently the quizzes were all the rave.

Because I needed one that was normal. I would've preferred Stormageddan.

Are you sure I am doing it?

I want to convey thoughts perfectly.

Maybe my shirt I wore in the second grade for photo day.

Stupidest question ever. A jetpack that runs off of oxygen or CO2. Idiots.

Every single one of them.

I usually move if I am trying to run. Impractical.

If I wasn't there wouldn't be much I could do anyway.

To read the questions go here.

Samwise Gamgee

Have you ever titled something with the intentions of writing basically anything but what the title implies? I have just done so.

Today I got home from school planning on finishing my math and English assignments and then going to see a cool kid open his mission call across the street. Eureka took mind and I would achieve almost everything but that. I ate two breakfast sandwiches and watched two episodes of what is beginning to be one of my favorite shows. As I started the third episode, I promptly fell asleep. I am really good at not doing homework. It takes a lot of work for a person to get this far in their education and still maintain a serious lack of homework done.

Another thing. Tuesday my ratio of sleep to awake was 1:5. It ain't very fun. Don't try it. Take my word for it. Yesterday I was running of a total of nine hours from the last two nights combined. Seriously I must be doing something wrong.

In less than twenty-four hours my entire life will be about 9! times simpler. Maybe even 10! times. I really hate school. I don't think they really care about us. I love people though. Thanks for reading my blog. I appreciate the support and feedback I get. Maybe someday someone will give me money to do this.

Blogging

Have you ever just wanted to type? Just write everything and anything that comes to mind? That is my life every moment. I love this place. All I would need would be a toilet and I would live on my blog. Right next to the title. Probably in a Victorian type chair. I can imagine it.

Imagine. It works.

I have some people I miss a whole bunch. Also, I am 98.357% sure that I will fall asleep in English tomorrow. I am more tired than a screen door on a submarine. Wait. Wait that doesn't work. How about more tired than a horse on heavy human sedatives? That is the stuff.
Don't forget to read your scriptures. If you aren't Mormon, give me a call. We should really talk because I'm concerned about your salvation and stuff. Really though, ringy-dingy. A wise man once said, "If you are a racist I will attack you with the North." I believe it was Abraham Lincoln.
Super tired though. I didn't get a nap, that's why. Stop whining. This has been lots of random things with W. R. Duclos. Did I tell you guys that is my pen name? I think it is really good. Try saying it out loud. Or in your head, I don't care. Night.

That is the stuff, as well

This weekend was youth conference. It was so awesome. I love my ward. I have felt my testimony grow this weekend. Plus I spent some time with some of my best friends. Definitely a good weekend.
Here is a great hymn. It was Joseph Smith's favorite:

A poor wayfaring Man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way,

Who sued so humbly for relief

That I could never answer nay.

I had not pow'r to ask his name,

Whereto he went, or whence he came;

Yet there was something in his eye

That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,

He entered; not a word he spake,

Just perishing for want of bread.

I game him all; he blessed it, break,

And ate, but gave me part again.

Mine was an angel's portion then,

For while I fed with eager haste,

The crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him where a fountain burst,

Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.

The heedless water mocked his thirst;

He heard it, saw it hurrying on.

I ran and raised the suff'rer up;

Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,

Dipped and returned it running o'ver;

I drank and never thirted more.

'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew

A winter hurricane aloof.

I heard his voice abroad and flew

To bid him welcome to my roof.

I warmed and clothed cheered my guest

And laid him on my couch to rest,

Then made the earth my bed and seemed

In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,

I found him by the highway side.

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,

Revived his spirit, and supplied

Wine, oil, refreshment he was healed.

I had myself a wound concealed,

But from that hour forgot the smart,

And peace bound up my broken heart.

In pris'n I saw him next, condemned

To meet a traitor's doom at morn.

The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,

And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.

My friendship's utmost zeal to try,

He asked if I for him would die.

The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,

But my free spirit cried, 'I will!'

Then in a moment to my view

The stranger started from disguise.

The tokens in his hands I knew;

The Savior stood before mine eyes.

He spake, and my poor name he named,

'Of me thou hast not been ashamed.

These deeds shall thy memorial be;

Fear not, thou didst them unto me.' 

I love the portrayal of the Savior in this piece of work. It is perfect. My favorite part is the quote at the end. Let this song inspire you today. It sure inspires me everyday.

Iron Chef

Sorry I suck at blogging lately. I had finals, Halloween, multiple things to cook, girls to woo. I really haven't got the time. In fact, I should be sleeping right now. You are welcome for entertaining you.

Wooing Clark Kent style.

I transferred out of BC Calculus. I got a C-, but I thought I was just stretching myself too thin. I had very little options for transferring into classes for my this period classes. I ended up getting into an advanced foods class called prostart. It was kind of overwhelming to get dropped into it mid semester, but I think I can do it.
Right now we are basically going Iron Chef style. We need to get an appetizer, an entree, and a dessert cooked in one hour with only two burners for cooking. Not only am I new to the class, however, but my group is comprised of two other guys and we basically started from today, thus we are behind the other groups. Today after school, I practiced making Rice Pudding. Check it up:

I plated it myself. For an amateur, I think I did pretty good.

I am excited. I feel like a loser because I haven't been asked to Sadie's get. That sounds really pitiful and whiney, but this is my blog and I will say what I want. I didn't really want to say that. I haven't been looking at what I am typing, I am just staring at the ceiling. I won't correct any of the mistakes I may hbe made in this paragraph. But seriously, I would like to be asked. I am such a loser for resorting to the internet to show my sadness. Why should I be sad anyway? There are more male than female students at PGHS anyway.
I really enjoy being a part of KPGR. It is the only thing that I always want to do. So listen to me on Wednesdays on KPGR 88.1 FM, from 3:30-4:30. Don't think about it, just do it. If you want to call in to talk to me or to request a song (or both), call in at 801-785-KPGR or 801-785-5747. I will love you forever if you listened.
I am sucha whiney little pansy this post. I want you guys to do so much. But really it isn't that much. Do you guys have questions about me? You could ask me like in the comments. Sure.

You're your mom's favorite!

Because all I that is happening in my life is school, I decided to share some of my favorite things. Here you go:

My favorite smell is Barnes and Noble. I love the smell of books. I could literally live in the Orem B&N. I can't get enough.

My favorite color is red. I love the power that it has. I'm not a Nazi. Or a communist.

My favorite day of the week is Sunday. I can always look forward to it as a day where I can relax (even though I end up doing more church stuff than I intended, which results in me being in my suit for eight hours straight).

My favorite TV show is Psych. It is so choice. Just to let you know, I watched about 4 hours of it yesterday, then Keven Carlson and I made Psych shirts. He kept telling me I was acting like Shawn.
My favorite things to do are writing and hiking. I could really hike for years and write longer. If it weren't for school and other responsibilities, that is all I would do.

My favorite place to be is in the mountains. I totally understand why prophets of old used mountains as temples. Going into the mountain wilderness is a sure way of feeling the spirit.

My favorite feeling is accomplishment. I love finishing a school assignment or a project I'm working on and having that feeling of relieve and happiness.

My favorite book in the standard works is the Doctrine and Covenants. I love learning the gospel and reading about Joseph Smith and other modern day prophets. I love so many scriptures in D&C.

My favorite thought is thinking about my future wife. She is somewhere right now, having all the guys hit on her (because she is obviously amazingly beautiful). I love thinking about where she is on her journey and I love being worried about how she is doing. She better stay on the straight and narrow. I love her so much.

My favorite food is meat. One time at scout camp, Taft and I went to get meat with our leaders and we saw George Lucas there. True story.

Basically my favorite animal is a liger.

My favorite film and novel are non-existent because I love too many to choose.

My favorite time of year is the end of the school year. You don't  realize how stifled you are until you get out.

My favorite thing ever is the gospel of Jesus Christ. I think that if you aren't Mormon, you should read this.

My heroes are my brothers and my father. All of them have gone on missions, which doesn't happen often. I hope someday I can be as great of men as they are.

So there is a butt load of information about me. If you have any questions, deal with it. Haha, I'm joking. Ask already.

Psych!

Good memory:
"Hey, Brock, guess what show is on tonight."
"What?"
"The Office."
"Really?"
"Psych!"
The last line was the real show that was going to happen. It has been a long week. I haven't had a free weekend since August. So am I going to go hang out with my friends and have fun? Nope. My friends are all busy.
Tomorrow I am going to a class to learn about the Space Center and how to write missions for it. So stoked. Nate Church and I are doubling next week. So stoked. Psych is on Wednesday. So stoked. iOS 5 comes out on Wednesday. So stoked. I have a test on Tuesday. Not so stoked.
I am really tired. It is because of the crappy weather. Dang you, weather.