Here's what has happened over the last little while.
Last week I spent about 2 hours in my linear algebra class. There are 6 hours per week that I could spend in class. Monday and Wednesday I went for half of it and left. I didn't even go on Friday. I decided to go biking with Dave and Andrew instead....
We went up to Squaw Peak to bike down it. There is this nice little trail that starts up above Hope Campground that takes us down and lets us out where Orem Center Street intersects with University Avenue in Provo. It's really quite nice. You can just ride all the way home from the top of the trail. Said trail is pretty casual. It doesn't take a lot of effort and it isn't hard to avoid crashes. That having been said...
I crashed. Hard. One of the worst of my life on a bicycle. I'm not 100% sure what happened, but something sure did. I'm going to guess that I went about 5 feet forward and about 4 feet down (6.4 ish feet total travel). I landed on my right shoulder and elbow. There was a good amount of blood mixed with dirt. A shirt was ripped, and there were rocks in my shoulder. I had to dig out 6 little pieces of rock when I got home. The most painfully excruciating part was actually the hydrogen peroxide that made my entire arm above my elbow feel like it was being subjected to a chemical burn.
Friday night, Dave, Hillier and I all went to Cabela's. Hillier was going to buy a 20 gauge shotgun. We found a nasty wallet on the way. I picked it up. It was gross. It was on a freeway off-ramp. What do you expect?
While at Cabela's, Hiller was mocked by the salesman, who basically told him that "20 gauge shotguns were for little girls." Okay, it wasn't said exactly like that, but that is the impression he gave to us. Hillier said "Oh yeah, well I already have a 12 gauge and I'll use it to kill you and all of your family, so sell me the *&^%ing gun!" Okay, he didn't say it exactly like that, but that is the impression he gave. The first thing that the old man told us was that if we have a concealed carry permit, it was no good this late at night because the BCI was closed and Hillier would have to pay the $7.50 background check anyway. He decided against buying the shotgun that night.
We all went from Cabela's to Canfield's house. I had never been there before. It was a lot of fun. His mom is... interesting. She is unlike anybody I've ever met before, but she was fun. She stayed and talked with us for about 2 hours, but it was enjoyable. They are just all around good people. I like good people. While we were there, I got to drink some kind of blueberry juice. The only reason I picked that particular type of juice is because Hillier said "Man, if I had seen that I would have chosen that instead." So, I was like "Take that!" and chose that juice just to spite him. It wasn't that good. The more I think about it, the more I believe he just tricked me into choosing it. Here is a rundown of the people who were there that night:
I linked all of the names to their facebook pages. Why did I do this? Because I can.
It was fun. There is a fact about the Romania Bucharest Mission: we are the tightest mission to ever grace the face of God's green earth. I have never spoken with anybody who stays in touch with former mission buddies like we do.
While over at CL's house, Ty told me that Kris Johnston passed away just a few days ago. The funeral is actually right now, and I have to be sitting in my math class, not paying attention. The professor told us that he was going to be giving us the test today, so that is why I am here. Turns out that he lied. He is giving it to us on Wednesday instead. I'm kinda mad. I also forgot about it over the weekend until Ty asked if I was going this morning. I wish I had gone. Here is a bit of background on Sora Johnston:
She is the second from the bottom right. This is one of my favorite mission pictures because it has a lot of my favorite mission people in it. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot who are missing too...
On Saturday, Hillier and I went on a spiritual quest, which is always fun. We then decided to back to Cabela's for him to get that shotgun. We took Harward this time. On the way up, we helped Hillier plan his priesthood lesson. It was about what guys look for in girls. We had a pretty good list going. Hillier got the gun, and we went back to his house. We talked with Hillier's mom and dad for a few hours, which was fun. We shared a lot of mission stories that probably shouldn't be shared with a mom. She was cool with it though. One of my favorite things that his dad said was before we left to Cabela's. Background: Hillier's mom didn't really want him to buy a shotgun. Hillier's dad asked before we left "You guys headed up north?" and Mark replied "Yup," and we then left. Right as soon as we were out of the door, I asked Mark "Was that code for 'are you going to Cabela's" and Mark just replied "Yup." And I thought it was hilarious.
We then went down to Harward's apartment and hung out for a bit. Amber came. So did Derek. We all just talked for a long while, before going out separate ways. It may or may not have been simply a day of talking with friends in just a whole lot of different locations.
Sunday came. I was going to go watch Hillier teach that lesson to Relief Society in his ward. I decided it would be extremely awkward to be the only guy in there who wasn't teaching. I decided to take off and go to my parents ward for sacrament meeting. I then went home, and fell asleep for a bit. Dave and I watched Burn Notice, which just might be one of the best shows on television. There was a lot of nothing that was done today, but the day was still full. I got a lot of homework done starting around 21:00 and watched "Be Kind, Rewind" with Dave. It was kinda dumb.
There is your rundown of my weekend.
