"If I ever ran into myself, I would hit myself so hard, I wouldn't know what hit me." (unknown)

This weekend was an interesting strain of events. On Friday, Taylor, one of my beloved roommates, wanted to go up to Park City to hang out at his parents condo. So we all go up there and it is an incredibly nice place. There's a pool table, a fuseball-like game called Boccerball, and all sorts of other nice attrocities of our heavily enamored, capitalist society. We watched the first Lord of the Rings movie, and then we watched a little dvd logo bounce around the screen, waiting for the precise moment that it would bounce exactly off of a corner with no double-bounce. After about an hour of that, we began to pass into the realm of unconscienceness, trading one phase of endless reality for another. I dreamed of machines, coconuts, and lathering badgers in hand soap. In the morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in a melancholy of aroma designed to stimulate and enhance the senses. And we then went to this lake to do some boating/wakeboarding. Unfortunately, it was freezing (not literally). I was the last person to go in, and right when i get in the water, it starts to pour. Raining so hard that it actually hurt my frail, little, skinny body. So, we start to head back... and once we get to the designed loading place, the sun comes out... I'm still freezing, but at least there is sun. So I go out again and have my dirty, little way with it... I did alright considering it was my first time. I got up my first attempt, but anytime I tryed to do anything even remotely cool, I would fall over. Being wet, having the wind blow on your body isn't exactly... warm... if you know what I mean. Everyone on the boat was huddled in a little corner of the boat hidding from the all-impressing and eminate hypothermia. All in all it was a good day. Except for I had to go back and watch BYU lose to USC... worse was recieving a taunting phone call from Guiselle at the end of the game asking me what the final score was... ridiculous. And thus it was in the 2003 year of this, the quasi-pleasant year of our lord. Amen.