Sunday, December 8, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Grand Canyon SUCKS
Once every ten years.
Once every ten years.
Once every ten years they told us.
Once every ten years the Grand Canyon fills up with fog.
They said some stupid scientific reason on why the Grand Canyon fills up with fog once every ten years.
Once every ten years.
Once every ten years they told us.
Once every ten years the Grand Canyon fills up with fog.
They said some stupid scientific reason on why the Grand Canyon fills up with fog once every ten years.
This is what I saw when we pulled up to the Grand Canyon.
I was furious!! We came all this way to see a cloud in a freaking hole.....
Then I looked around me and noticed a bunch of Asians and Europeans and Arians.
And I could imagine how pissed they must have been to come from across the world to see a cloud in a hole.
It probably took them days to get here while it only took me a few hour drive.
I mean it still sucked but it didn't suck as much after I realized this.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
How to get your blog to be POUPULAR
- Be dramatic
- write about depressing things and how bad your life sucks and how no one cares about you
- say stuff that sounds cool even though it doesn't make any sense.
- post pictures of like pictures that move I think there call giff or jiff or something like that
- don't care what others think about your
- post weird music that no one has ever heard before
- have a cool blog name (A title with devastated usually works pretty good devastated daisy, devastation dairies etc.)
- talk a lot about God
- talk about your childhood.
- have your post title be like "Bricks" but then don't even talk about bricks.
- post black and white pictures like at the top
- sometimes write really big like this
- sometimes write really small like this
- leave big spaces in-between your writing
- write stuff on the wrong side of the page
- write stuff in the middle of the page
- maybe even sometimes write across the whole page kind of like this if your want to really bad.
- add some color when you write
- write a letter to nelson because he will show it to the class and then everyone will look at your blog
- be a girl because that's what nelson likes
- change your font (everyone seems to like the typewriting font for some reason)
- write about your secret crush that you've had your whole life
- get on the hall of fame
- don't write like me
- don't care what other people think about your writing
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Water Heaters....
I freaking hate water heaters!!
I hate waking up at 6:30 in the mourning and getting in the shower and wondering why there is no freaking hot water coming out!!
I hate trying to get dressed in the mourning and wondering why my feet are getting all wet.
I hate trying to pick out what to wear for the day because half of my clothes are wet.
I hate taking everything out of my closet because it will get wet if its not wet all ready.
I hate ripping out all the carpet in my room and closet and putting fans everywhere and making my room smell like.... S***.
I hate how my family doesn't have enough money to call the plumber over the weekend so we have to wait till Monday because I guess it will be cheaper.
I hate smelling bad because I hate taking a cold shower so I just didn't take a shower.
I hate that people know what my blog name is because they're going to read this and realize that I smell bad and that I haven't taken a shower in two days because my freaking water heater broke. But you know what?? who caaaarrrreeeeesssss mmaaaaaaaannnn?? you wouldn't know about it "I'm Indie"
I hate that my Ipod is being stupid and for some freaking reason I can't load my black out pictures to blogger.
I hate that nelson thinks that every freaking kid at Lone Peak has an Iphone.
But then I thought about the pioneers and the third world countries and homeless people and farmers and realized how blessed I am.
So actually......
I love water heaters.
I hate waking up at 6:30 in the mourning and getting in the shower and wondering why there is no freaking hot water coming out!!
I hate trying to get dressed in the mourning and wondering why my feet are getting all wet.
I hate trying to pick out what to wear for the day because half of my clothes are wet.
I hate taking everything out of my closet because it will get wet if its not wet all ready.
I hate ripping out all the carpet in my room and closet and putting fans everywhere and making my room smell like.... S***.
I hate how my family doesn't have enough money to call the plumber over the weekend so we have to wait till Monday because I guess it will be cheaper.
I hate smelling bad because I hate taking a cold shower so I just didn't take a shower.
I hate that people know what my blog name is because they're going to read this and realize that I smell bad and that I haven't taken a shower in two days because my freaking water heater broke. But you know what?? who caaaarrrreeeeesssss mmaaaaaaaannnn?? you wouldn't know about it "I'm Indie"
I hate that my Ipod is being stupid and for some freaking reason I can't load my black out pictures to blogger.
I hate that nelson thinks that every freaking kid at Lone Peak has an Iphone.
But then I thought about the pioneers and the third world countries and homeless people and farmers and realized how blessed I am.
So actually......
I love water heaters.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
THINKIN BOUT U
Thinkin bout u
like fast Sundays think about starving
like starving thinks about hunger
like hunger thinks about food
like food thinks about the pantry
like pantries think about fridges
like fridges think about cool
like cool thinks about cute
like cute thinks about crushes
like crushes thinks about like
like like thinks about love
like love thinks about marriage
like marriage thinks about honeymoons
like honeymoons think about sex
Sunday, October 27, 2013
sounds that hurt
- styrofoam rubbing
- biting down on a metal fork then pulling the fork out
- chomping on your gum
- car brakes that squeal
- me singing
- nelson complaining how no one like his class
- when the bell rings at school on a monday
- dog whistle app
- car accidents
- "lets just be friends"
- breaking a bone
- chalk board scratch
- drums
- awkward silence
- my parents talking
- earphones that are too loud
- "what college are you going to"
- "your blog SUCKS"
- "homework for tonight is...."
- "and the winner is................................................................................. not you"
- "your a tourists"
- squeaky shoes
- "no"
- whooooooop whooooooop (police)
- and the kick is......... no good
- baby crying
- some country songs
- some songs
- reading this out loud "a;slkdjfhoiesjalkmnjsdlkfjoiujaeoija;,mdckjvoiujaoenoirypoa"
- white people trying to rap
- "how much comments do you have on your blog"
- "how much page views do you have on your blog"
- swear words
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Eye Color
I wonder if I see different colors than you
what if the color I saw as red you saw as blue
what if my orange was your green
and your yellow was my purple
But ever since we were little kids
we were taught to call that color in particular the same name
If this is true
than how would we prove it?
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Little Tikes Basketball Hoop
What ever happened to the good old days of Little Tikes Downstairs Basketball Games. Me and my friends, cousins, brothers, and our dads could go downstairs and literally play for hours on our little tikes hoop. We would always pick our favorite NBA player and say "I'm M.J. I'm M.J." we would play our own made up version of "21" and "Tips." For our dunk competitions we would get a little trampoline that was like three feet wide and jump off it so we could get more air but it hurt to land so we would get like five bean bags to soften our between the legs behind that back windmill front flip dunk.
My mom has pictures of me when I was two years old with little tike basketballs in each of my arms walking around like a freaking baller. Usually kid's first words are "mom" or "dad" but not me my first word was "ball." To this day my family still owns a little tike basketball hoop where we play 1 on 1 Sunday afternoons. Screw SPACE CAMP (that's expensive) I have a LITTLE TIKES HOOP.
My mom has pictures of me when I was two years old with little tike basketballs in each of my arms walking around like a freaking baller. Usually kid's first words are "mom" or "dad" but not me my first word was "ball." To this day my family still owns a little tike basketball hoop where we play 1 on 1 Sunday afternoons. Screw SPACE CAMP (that's expensive) I have a LITTLE TIKES HOOP.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Benjamin Button Syndrome
Honestly when I get to the point were I cant take a crap by myself just kill me. When you reach that point in your life you become completely dependent on someone else. It's like freaking Benjamin Button. When he was first born he was and old man and as he got older he got younger.
I think its interesting that when you are first born you are completely dependent on someone else and right before you die typically you are dependent on someone else also.
So while you are not dependent on anyone make something useful out of your life. Like in the movie Saving Private Ryan when all the soldiers died to save one person and the captain said to the Private "Earn This" The captain meant earn your life because soldiers have died to save your life. Now I'm telling you to earn your life.
I think its interesting that when you are first born you are completely dependent on someone else and right before you die typically you are dependent on someone else also.
So while you are not dependent on anyone make something useful out of your life. Like in the movie Saving Private Ryan when all the soldiers died to save one person and the captain said to the Private "Earn This" The captain meant earn your life because soldiers have died to save your life. Now I'm telling you to earn your life.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
What to Write About
I didn't know what to write about so I searched "Things to Write About" and this is what I came up with.
My craziest experience in a restaurant or shopping mall
The hardest thing I’ve ever done
My first encounter with a bully
Let’s hear it for my favorite senior citizen.
The toys I’ll never give up
A friend who moved away
I couldn’t believe that my mother volunteered me for that job.
Putting my foot in my mouth
What if school sports were dropped?
Who knows me best?
What do I worry about?
My muscles were so sore after . . .
What do we Americans do well?
“Obstacles are what you see when you take your eyes off the goal.”
I admit it; I enjoy professional wrestling.
Lew
- An unforgettable dream
- My worst vacation
- A “visit” to a hospital, doctor’s office, or dentist’s office
- Coping with brothers and sisters
- A typical evening at home
- Morning madness
- When I was a discipline problem
- A meaningful gift I’ve given or received
- We all make mistakes.
- Why do I deserve the job?
- My brother (or sister) made me so mad!
- Hanging out
- Something this school really needs is . . .
- Why are soap operas so popular?
- I take some things too seriously.
- What do I do to break routine?
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Afraid of Fear
I'm afraid of blogging because I look at other people's blog then I look at mine and it sucks. but at the same time I'm afraid of not blogging because why should I care what people think??
I'm afraid of the future like who I'm going to marry, what am I going to be when I grow up, what are my kids going to be like? Where am I going on my mission? What if me and my wife can't have kids?
I'm afraid of disappointing people. Everyone expects me to be this amazing human being and yet they don't even know me.
I'm afraid of my own heart attacking me. I wish I was like Chuck Norris and that one joke that says like "Chuck Norris will never get a heart attack because his are is too afraid to attack him."
I'm afraid of listening to my heart because what if what my heart is saying is wrong about something?
I'm afraid of not listening to my heart because what if what my hear is saying is right?
I'm afraid of the future like who I'm going to marry, what am I going to be when I grow up, what are my kids going to be like? Where am I going on my mission? What if me and my wife can't have kids?
I'm afraid of disappointing people. Everyone expects me to be this amazing human being and yet they don't even know me.
I'm afraid of my own heart attacking me. I wish I was like Chuck Norris and that one joke that says like "Chuck Norris will never get a heart attack because his are is too afraid to attack him."
I'm afraid of listening to my heart because what if what my heart is saying is wrong about something?
I'm afraid of not listening to my heart because what if what my hear is saying is right?
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday days
wake up
shower
get dressed
go to church
set up chairs
bless
listen
Sunday school
listen some more
priesthood
listen again
go home
eat
home teach
take nap
watch football
blog post
homework
eat
talk with family
watch some more football
read scriptures
bedtime snack
bed time
sleep
We are all bricks...
In a way people are like bricks. I don't care what you think but no two bricks are them same.
Bricks have strengths and weaknesses. Some bricks are old some are new. Some are wise some are young. Some bricks look good. Some bricks look ugly. Some bricks have flaws. Some are flawless. Some are big. Some are small.
The cement that holds bricks together is like the relationships that hold people together. We can either build each other up and make something magnificent or crumble and fall.
Bricks have strengths and weaknesses. Some bricks are old some are new. Some are wise some are young. Some bricks look good. Some bricks look ugly. Some bricks have flaws. Some are flawless. Some are big. Some are small.
The cement that holds bricks together is like the relationships that hold people together. We can either build each other up and make something magnificent or crumble and fall.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Love Kills
Love is what killed Samson in the Bible.
Samson loved Delilah.
Samson could not die.
Samson was extremely strong.
Unless he cut his hair.
Delilah must have been freaking hot.
Cuz Samson fell for Delilah.
Delilah betrayed him.
She cut his hair and turned him in.
Samson died.
Love.... kills
Samson loved Delilah.
Samson could not die.
Samson was extremely strong.
Unless he cut his hair.
Delilah must have been freaking hot.
Cuz Samson fell for Delilah.
Delilah betrayed him.
She cut his hair and turned him in.
Samson died.
Love.... kills
Monday, September 9, 2013
ll CRAYON ll >
I was the kid that was never good at art in elementary school.
I was the kid that started the drawing over when I messed up.
I was the kid that always lost his crayons and asked everyone else for theirs.
I was the kid that would scribble with crayons saying it was a hippo in a snake.
I was the kid that had the craziest imagination.
I was the kid that once could create something out of nothing.
I was the kid that lost his imagination
I was the kid that lost his creativity
-Lew
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
IM HERE
I heard a quote that I really like when I was watching this video on a motivational speaker his name is John Bytheway. How you say his last name is the exact way you see it by-the-way. Anyways the quote he said was "Popularity ends on yearbook day but respect last forever." Who really cares if your popular in high school most likely you will never see those people in your life again. If your popular but your a jerk about it your going to be remembered as a jerk for the rest of those peoples life's. I would rather people respect me for the rest of their lives instead of being remembered as a jerk. Another thing i would suggest doing is don't do stuff that kills you.
-Lew
-Lew
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Intro
Ferdinand Lewis Alcindor Junior goes by Lew Alcindor. Lew's nickname is "Cap." Because in college he was so good that the NCAA would not let him dunk the ball in his games. He is considered the best college basketball player of all time by Sports Illustrated. Also Lew has the most career points in NBA history.
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