Sunday, November 17, 2013

What a Wonderful Weekend

Allison and I had the most wonderful weekend! 

 We went to the USU vs BYU hockey game... we killed BYU
Then we went back to my apartment for a slumber party and to watch our much anticipate documentary about killer whales. BLACKFISH!! dun Dun DUNNN!

 It was actually more sad then scary. We really enjoyed it though.

The next morning, we went to the LDS temple here in Logan. (Didn't take this picture... I wish)

After that we came back and made breakfast and watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. I forgot how much I loved that movie. The classics are classic for a reason my friends.

Made the apartment shiny clean. Then we went on a winter drive up Logan Canyon and took some pictures. A mix of some of my favorite things: mountains, drives, hanging out with Allison, and snow (from a warm vantage point).

 Happy 20th Birthday to my brother Tanner on his mission in South Africa! I sure am proud of that boy!

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Oh the things I think up for myself... I should have my head examined.

So sometimes I get really ambitious.

Absurdly ambitious.

Like one time in high school, I decided that I was going to go to Julliard's and become a great singer. I would go on to sing on Broadway and all over the world. Granted, at this point, I had never really taken any singing classes or voice lessons. But I was gonna make it. I would sing along to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (Sarah Brightman, not Emmy Rossum) and think very highly of myself. Luckily for me, I have a sensible mother who knows me pretty well. When I announced to her my idea, she lovingly shot down my dream with her logic.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure it would have turned out like those American Idol auditions where they've been told their whole lives that they are just amazing singers, only to be slapped in the face by the cold, hard hand of reality.

I'm glad my mother loves me.

So about a month ago, I got ambitious again. Only this time, my mother decided to be encouraging (I really think she feels bad for talking me down from the Julliard cliff that I wanted to jump off of). I leaned over in church one Sunday when I was home visiting and told her that I wanted to run a half marathon. She looked at me and said, "that's a good idea".

Yeah. I was gonna run it. Forget the fact that I haven't run more than a mile in over 6 years when I did cross country one year in high school, it was partially to prove my mom wrong when she said I couldn't hack it. All of this makes my mom sound like a horrible person, but really.... she knows me and my aversion (putting it mildly) of anything that makes me sweat or breathe hard. I hated that year of cross country and was the slowest one on the team. But it sure showed my mom, and my aunt gave me $10 for sticking it out the whole time.

Haha, my poor family.

I started thinking of how great it was gonna be once I had run this half marathon. I would be one of those elitists who run all the time and love it and are super healthy and beautiful. Visions of this ran around in my head for about a week. I decided to pace myself and do it next May. That gave me 8 months to train.

Well I finally got around to going running for the first time. I even had new work-out clothes and a watch with a timer to see how long it took me to run a mile. I did it all without stopping and it took about 9 minutes 50 seconds. Yeah baby!

Then my body gave out. I lay down and tried to regulate my heart rate and breathing for the next 10 minutes.

Ah reality, thou art a heartless old hag.

This was going to be harder than I had originally thought. Too bad I had already told my friends and the boy that I was trying to impress, so there was no way to back out of it. Dang my need to impress cute boys!

So now, I'm taking a deep breath and taking a realistic look at this. I still think I can do it. But now I need to re-motivate myself.

Wish me luck!

Saturday, July 13, 2013

First Blog Ever.... "and I love Space Jam"

Well Hello World!
Last night I was rock climbing with a couple of my friends. I've recently discovered that I'm pretty much obsessed with it actually. It makes me feel really strong and tough and not to be messed with (which is a big deal for me, since I'm kind of a huge wimp). Anyways, I did one of the hardest climbs that I'd ever done and I was feeling pretty good about it.

Like Really Good

After doin a little "I did it" dance and high five-ing a few complete strangers, I said to my friend Allison, "If I had a blog, I'd blog about this"

Dangerous words to say to a blogger.

She got really excited and told me that I should definitely make a blog. She even offered her immense skill (my words, not hers) to help me get started. I don't know if it was the emotional high that I was on from finishing that climb without cheating, or if I was accidentally inhaling the chalk dust that was wafting from the little chalk bag attached to my harness everytime I moved, but I agreed!

You'd have thought Christmas came early this year or something. We both started giggling and wiggling around like we were 3 years old instead of 23 and 24. We finished a couple of more climbs, then hurried back to my apartment to blog it up and have a slumber party (this was a celebration and we love sleep-overs to the max).

It took a while, trying to figure out what to name the blog. You can't just name it something boring and lame... unless, of course, that's the kind of person you are. Then it's totally appropriate. I kept thinking about what sort of things I wanted to write about. I figured this would be a good way to keep track of all the goals that I keep making for myself.

Side Note: Have you guys seen this video? (Don't worry, it WILL relate)

                             Kid President really inspires my life for the better.

After seeing this for the first, second, third, and forth time in a row, I decided that my goals were going to be my Space Jam, my personal Space Jam. (get it?)

I've got a lot of goals on my mind right now.

First and foremost is growing out my hair.

I'm the one on the far left... with the shortest hair. This was last October. I've been growing it out ever since.
It's coming along nicely... slowly but surely.

Here's where I was at in June... definitely some progress. Way to go my head! Keep up the good work. You got this! Do it to it Lars! (Sometimes I give my hair a pep talk to encourage it's growth)

Here is where I want to end up. Long, healthy, shiny, beautiful hair. This is my roommate Kalli. She's kind of a babe. And available, if anyone has a great brother or anything like that. But there is a screening process (provided by myself and few other friends).

I'm hopeful that in a couple of years, my head will be just as luxurious as any shampoo commercial on TV. If anyone has any legitimate tips on how to speed the process, as well as glossify the crap out of it. I'd surely appreciate it.