The day the music died...

I hope that by this time you have all heard that Mitt Romney had withdrawn from the presidential race. I also hopped that you have all made supplication to God on behalf of this country, because barring a miracle I see little hope for the greatest nation in the world. Romney has done what he felt needed to be done and I have to respect that, but I fear for the future. The three remaining candidates hold positions vastly different from my own and this blog will not yet make a new endorsement. We have seen a pattern repeated twice in the Book of Mormon and I fear it is happening so slowly to us that we don't realize we are repeating it. If only we would remain righteous, destruction would not come upon us.
May God Bless America, the cradle of freedom.

We thank thee O God for a Prophet

Yesterday some of my friends and I woke up early and were able to attend Pres. Hinckley's funeral. It was a very good service and was so grateful I could go. I've done fairly well dealing with the news since last Sunday, but when the apostles walked in and they left the empty chair between Monson and Eyering it really finally hit me that he was gone, but I know that succession in the presidency is a smooth transition and that this is what the Lord needs right now. Truly Gordon B. Hinckley was a prophet of God.

God may be in the testing center, but...

I doubt he's in the SWKT, the unfortunates of that are my Poli Sci 170 tests are in class. Judging from this first one it going to be a long and tedious year. But the first test is over and there is nothing I can do to change it, so I will not dwell on it.
In other news: BYU dominated in men's volley ball last night 3 games to 1. This week was pretty uneventful as I mostly just did homework.

Oh, sweet joy of wheels beneath my feet

After more than a month of being bound to my boots and tennis shoes the sidewalks were finally clear of ice and I could once again revel in the splendor of wheels on my heels. It was wonderful to be able to travel fast again, to whip down the sidewalk without taking steps.
In other news: We were suppose to go on a triple date(classic skating!!) on Friday but do to my lack of charisma and Tyler's fear of telephones it had to postponed so we just hung out as an apartment. Saturday we went up to Tyler's home in South Jordon to have dinner with his family. We had a really good time. Tomorrow is a holiday so I don't have to go to school, I'm very happy.

How could we have been so wrong?

I remember it clearly. We slapped high fives all around as we joyfully exclaimed that we would never have another geography quiz or journal again. Imagine my surprise when in Poli Sci 170 it is announced that we will have quiz on geography and current events papers. How could we have been so wrong? How could I have landed in another class doing the things I dreaded most last semester.
Oh, such is life.

Nose to the grindstone

Oh, for the carefree days of christmas break, why didst thou not cherish them when thine they were?
Such is the question I find myself wondering as I'm back at the grindstone(formerly called BYU), I had a wonderful break but it wasn't nearly long enough, and now its back to school and work. My Book of Mormon teacher even said the word FINAL today. How could that be? How could he say something so horrible after I just endured a whole semester?
In other news: the new roommate moved in and he seems pretty cool, Steven caved over Christmas to the Facebook pressure, and Brent is in the MTC learning Spanish.

They taste the same but somehow they taste better

While in the creamery getting my milk and cookies I couldn't resist the "Winter" Oreos with red cream and holiday prints. While eating them I told Brent and Steven, "Nothing tastes better than christmas oreos." "Do they actually taste different?" Brent asked. "Nope," I said, "they taste the same but somehow they taste better" Brent just stared at me and was like "think about that, Ben"
I have thought about it and eaten some more and I still say they taste the same but somehow they taste better.