If you had a college apartment, with a fireplace, and there was room for a picture above said fireplace, what would you hang there? Would you expect to find a large picture of Cosmo Kramer from Seinfeld above that fireplace? Well, we have a college apartment, and we're gonna get a large picture of Kramer for our fireplace. It will be the most economical usage of wall space in our entire apartment, and the center of our "household," as it should be. There's something to be said about a home that revolves around the Seinfeld mentality...only a truly world-class group of young men, such as ourselves could possibly pull it off, and with such style. We just have to get that picture...we got the apartment, which, hopefully, was the hard part.
Today we went up to SLC to sign on our new apartment for the Fall 2006 school semester at the University of Utah. We're SO freaking excited. They've got this list, 3 pages long, of rules to follow, but I think we'll be able to enjoy ourselves regardless. You know, aside from lifting weights with Quinn everyday to get "HUGE", and swimming in the pool, watching TV, playing computer/video games, doing a sprinkling of homework, and eating better than our own families do at home, I think we'll manage to find something to entertain ourselves with.
Stay out of trouble? Us? 'Course we will. Four eighteen year-olds living by themselves in Salt Lake City isn't a problem...we'll behave.
Too bad one of us isn't a girl, or we could even be like, our own Seinfeld.
Drew and I decided though, after I saw parts of his Chamber Choir documentary, that we should do a college life documentary...or something like The Office. We could call it the Apartment, and we could have like, interviews and everything. It would definitely be a great way to pass the time. Who knows...this could open new doors and brighten our horizens...we could be the next big thing on the internet...and in a not-obsene way.
This could be good...
Friday, June 16, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
The 1961 Ferrari, 250 GT California...of guitars
So Matt Weidauer is going to Honolulu on his mission. That's incredible news! We're all so excited for him. He's going to serve the people of Hawaii with such enthusiasm and do a great service for the Lord the next two years.
The great thing--however, also infinitely sad--is that he's selling his guitar...or was. It's sad to see such a talent part with his axe, but it might be for the best, at least for now. The "or was" is key to this news, because I actually bought that guitar. I love to play it...it is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up--'cept you can't, cause there's only one Matt Weidauer's guitar, and now I've got it. He even signed it.
Not only did he play it, and he signed it for me, but it just sounds so freaking good. I think, however, that he uses a heavier string than I usually do. I buy light strings, and they sound just fine. Heavier strings sound better, as is evident in my new guitar, but the fact that it's a better guitar also helps. The reason I think that they're heavier is that my fingers hurt an unusual amount after my first day playing it. They may simply be brand new, but I've put new strings on my guitars before and I've never experienced this much pain in my fingers. Anyway, I imagine it's good for me, as it will probably make my calluses thicker or better or something.
I'm sincerely hoping that owning a guitar that Matt used to play and actually signed, will make me a better player, haha. A silly desire, but wouldn't we all love to play better...in fact, wouldn't we all like to play like Matt, really?
Anyway, I definitely feel as though I scored on this guitar, and I think that it's comparable to that Ferrari in Ferris Bueller's Day Off...at least for me. Just believe me that I will not be lending it to any slick-haired garage monkeys or throw it out the back of my house into the forest. I love that guitar.
The great thing--however, also infinitely sad--is that he's selling his guitar...or was. It's sad to see such a talent part with his axe, but it might be for the best, at least for now. The "or was" is key to this news, because I actually bought that guitar. I love to play it...it is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up--'cept you can't, cause there's only one Matt Weidauer's guitar, and now I've got it. He even signed it.
Not only did he play it, and he signed it for me, but it just sounds so freaking good. I think, however, that he uses a heavier string than I usually do. I buy light strings, and they sound just fine. Heavier strings sound better, as is evident in my new guitar, but the fact that it's a better guitar also helps. The reason I think that they're heavier is that my fingers hurt an unusual amount after my first day playing it. They may simply be brand new, but I've put new strings on my guitars before and I've never experienced this much pain in my fingers. Anyway, I imagine it's good for me, as it will probably make my calluses thicker or better or something.
I'm sincerely hoping that owning a guitar that Matt used to play and actually signed, will make me a better player, haha. A silly desire, but wouldn't we all love to play better...in fact, wouldn't we all like to play like Matt, really?
Anyway, I definitely feel as though I scored on this guitar, and I think that it's comparable to that Ferrari in Ferris Bueller's Day Off...at least for me. Just believe me that I will not be lending it to any slick-haired garage monkeys or throw it out the back of my house into the forest. I love that guitar.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Not All Is Lost...
Alright, USA really screwed up this time. 3-0 against the Czech Republic... Ouch. I mean, okay, they're 2nd in the world, so that's kinda an excuse, but honestly. 3-0?! If you watched the game, then you would have seen just how dead our players looked out there. There were hardly any shots on goal--maybe like 5. They came at the end of the game too. Not when they were down by 2 goals 36 minutes into the game, with 54 minutes left to catch up. Nope...they practically gave up until the last 15 minutes, when they suddenly decided that, "Oh, we're going to lose!" Wow, frusterating. All I can say is that they better win against Italy, or the team that was expected to be a dark horse competitor and do really well this World Cup, is all but lost.
In other news, Brad Findeis is not actually on Heritage Tours. That makes for a great June, cause I had originally thought he would be riding around on some stupid bus all month. He yelled to me from his car today as I was sitting at an intersection, and assured me that he was not cool enough to go on Heritage Tours. Now I have someone to hang out with, wahoo! If I didn't have to work tonight, then I'd totally give him a call and we'd go buy some dry ice or something--maybe shoot bottle-rockets at Merrill...I think he's still at home.
The only thing I really have to look forward to now, is our cruise. Yeah, that's right, we're going to Ensenada. Me, Brady Rice (that's right, I'm buddies with Brady, I'm famous too), Brad Findeis, Merrill Mead, Skye Larsen, and Steve Shelley. Wow, fun trip!
Anyway, I'm hungry and tired of typing.
In other news, Brad Findeis is not actually on Heritage Tours. That makes for a great June, cause I had originally thought he would be riding around on some stupid bus all month. He yelled to me from his car today as I was sitting at an intersection, and assured me that he was not cool enough to go on Heritage Tours. Now I have someone to hang out with, wahoo! If I didn't have to work tonight, then I'd totally give him a call and we'd go buy some dry ice or something--maybe shoot bottle-rockets at Merrill...I think he's still at home.
The only thing I really have to look forward to now, is our cruise. Yeah, that's right, we're going to Ensenada. Me, Brady Rice (that's right, I'm buddies with Brady, I'm famous too), Brad Findeis, Merrill Mead, Skye Larsen, and Steve Shelley. Wow, fun trip!
Anyway, I'm hungry and tired of typing.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
My Guitar Dilemma
I have this dilemma. I'm running out of money, and my job isn't paying me much. I can't get many hours this summer, so I'm looking for a better-paying job. This is a problem, but it's not my dilemma.
My dilemma is that Matt Weidauer has offered to sell me his guitar for $300 (that includes the guitar, which is worth $500, with an electric pickup, worth $165, and the case, worth $100). I really do want to buy his guitar, seeing as he's incredible, and I could get him to sign it and someday, when he's famous, I'll have his guitar--signed and everything.
I'm trying to sell mine first, to help pay for some of the cost. I need someone to buy mine! It's an old guitar, but I've fixed it up pretty nice, and it sounds great. I ended up having to replace some parts and got everything working just fine. I suppose I'll ask around to see if anybody is really interested. I've got one prospect, but I doubt I'll sell it for what I'm hoping--$150.
I posted it on MySpace...you know the last ditch effort site, where you only go if you can't actually confront someone in person about buying a guitar. The response surprised me. I got like 3 real responses with people interested in buying it. They won't be once they read that some no-name company made the guitar, but whatev. Then Ryan Wheeler messaged me too about the guitar, but of course he was just being his usual pissy jerk self, so whatever.
Anyway, it's staying the night at Mike's house to see if his brother Eliott wants to buy it. In the morning he'll mess around with it and see if he likes it. If not then I'll try to fall back on one of the others.
Well, so I guess I'll have nothing to say about it until tomorrow. Good luck to me...
My dilemma is that Matt Weidauer has offered to sell me his guitar for $300 (that includes the guitar, which is worth $500, with an electric pickup, worth $165, and the case, worth $100). I really do want to buy his guitar, seeing as he's incredible, and I could get him to sign it and someday, when he's famous, I'll have his guitar--signed and everything.
I'm trying to sell mine first, to help pay for some of the cost. I need someone to buy mine! It's an old guitar, but I've fixed it up pretty nice, and it sounds great. I ended up having to replace some parts and got everything working just fine. I suppose I'll ask around to see if anybody is really interested. I've got one prospect, but I doubt I'll sell it for what I'm hoping--$150.
I posted it on MySpace...you know the last ditch effort site, where you only go if you can't actually confront someone in person about buying a guitar. The response surprised me. I got like 3 real responses with people interested in buying it. They won't be once they read that some no-name company made the guitar, but whatev. Then Ryan Wheeler messaged me too about the guitar, but of course he was just being his usual pissy jerk self, so whatever.
Anyway, it's staying the night at Mike's house to see if his brother Eliott wants to buy it. In the morning he'll mess around with it and see if he likes it. If not then I'll try to fall back on one of the others.
Well, so I guess I'll have nothing to say about it until tomorrow. Good luck to me...
Friday, June 09, 2006
Guacamole, Creamies, and Stoners
I've just decided that guacamole, as amazing as it is, can get a little overpowering. First of all, there are different types of guacamole, and only a few are to my liking, but no matter what it is, if there's more guacamole than actual food on my plate, odds are I'll get sick. Mike and I went to Betos, the greatest place to serve authentic mexican cuisine at all hours. Go there at 3am and it's still open. In fact, there are actually more people there at like 11pm or even like 1am than there are during lunch time. You can really judge a restaurant by their normal traffic flow periods. If they've got more business after midnight than they do twelve hours later, then you can always count on a dang good breakfast burrito, no matter what time it is. They're probably better at 2am...not necessarily because their cook at 2am is better (although it's gotta be true) but because you're so dang tired that you don't care what you eat, as long as it's good and hot.
Anyway, I digress. Mike and I went there to get some food. We decide to split something, so we order...not a breakfast burrito. Bad choice. We order "Five Rolled Tacos" which are supposed to be served with guacamole and cheese. What we actually received was gaucamole, served with cheese and some tacos. I didn't think it was possible to lose a taco in a plate of guacamole, but I stand corrected.
And it wasn't so much that there was a lot of guacamole, cause that could have been overlooked, to a degree. But the guacamole wasn't even that good. It was just green sauce, like no texture or anything. I had really good guacamole once, made by my spanish teacher, and it had texture, and i dunno what was in it, but it tasted great. This stuff was just like....blah.
I dunno, but just before we went to Betos, we stopped by Kohlers (a local grocery store) and bought some Creamies. Mmmm...Creamies. We ate 4 of them and still had two left. I set them down on one of the tables at Betos and this group of like stoner weirdos walks in like at the same time we do. They were all like 16 or younger, but they were creepy...wearing Grateful Dead T-shirts and long frazzy hair and girl pants, you know, the works. Well, one of them notices the Creamies, and I'm standing in line with my friends. I'm watching this kid as he examines the box and then proceeds to pull one out. He seemed delighted to find an unsupervised box of popsicles, so he goes right ahead. One of his friends notices me laughing and hears me say, "He's totally eating my Creamies" and stops him. The kid was like "Oh, are these yours?" and we all have a good laugh about it. But they were weirdos, and the crazy thing was that they just kept multiplying. There were like 6 or so that walked in at the same time as us, but then more kept showing up. There had to be like over a dozen by the time they were all inside. The cool thing about it was that the van they pulled up in was one of those red VW like hippie vans. And it was in really nice condition...I mean, I wouldn't mind driving it.
Anyway, that was my night, I mean after leaving Bryan Bozung's house. We played Starcraft and got worked by one of the kids who graduated last year...his name escapes me at the moment. I never liked that game anyway...which is ironic, cause it's like the only game my computer will be able to run up at college, so I'll either play it a lot or spend most of my time really bored, while my roommates play it (but what's the difference?).
Anyway, I'm out.
.theformat.
P.S. - The Fifa World Cup started today. I'm way excited. I didn't used to like soccer, but since High School, being friends with the entire soccer team, I've learned to love soccer...both the boys and girls teams were all way good friends of mine, really the group I always hung out with. So now I absolutely love to watch soccer, which is good cause it's summer and there's nothing else to do.
Anyway, I digress. Mike and I went there to get some food. We decide to split something, so we order...not a breakfast burrito. Bad choice. We order "Five Rolled Tacos" which are supposed to be served with guacamole and cheese. What we actually received was gaucamole, served with cheese and some tacos. I didn't think it was possible to lose a taco in a plate of guacamole, but I stand corrected.
And it wasn't so much that there was a lot of guacamole, cause that could have been overlooked, to a degree. But the guacamole wasn't even that good. It was just green sauce, like no texture or anything. I had really good guacamole once, made by my spanish teacher, and it had texture, and i dunno what was in it, but it tasted great. This stuff was just like....blah.
I dunno, but just before we went to Betos, we stopped by Kohlers (a local grocery store) and bought some Creamies. Mmmm...Creamies. We ate 4 of them and still had two left. I set them down on one of the tables at Betos and this group of like stoner weirdos walks in like at the same time we do. They were all like 16 or younger, but they were creepy...wearing Grateful Dead T-shirts and long frazzy hair and girl pants, you know, the works. Well, one of them notices the Creamies, and I'm standing in line with my friends. I'm watching this kid as he examines the box and then proceeds to pull one out. He seemed delighted to find an unsupervised box of popsicles, so he goes right ahead. One of his friends notices me laughing and hears me say, "He's totally eating my Creamies" and stops him. The kid was like "Oh, are these yours?" and we all have a good laugh about it. But they were weirdos, and the crazy thing was that they just kept multiplying. There were like 6 or so that walked in at the same time as us, but then more kept showing up. There had to be like over a dozen by the time they were all inside. The cool thing about it was that the van they pulled up in was one of those red VW like hippie vans. And it was in really nice condition...I mean, I wouldn't mind driving it.
Anyway, that was my night, I mean after leaving Bryan Bozung's house. We played Starcraft and got worked by one of the kids who graduated last year...his name escapes me at the moment. I never liked that game anyway...which is ironic, cause it's like the only game my computer will be able to run up at college, so I'll either play it a lot or spend most of my time really bored, while my roommates play it (but what's the difference?).
Anyway, I'm out.
.theformat.
P.S. - The Fifa World Cup started today. I'm way excited. I didn't used to like soccer, but since High School, being friends with the entire soccer team, I've learned to love soccer...both the boys and girls teams were all way good friends of mine, really the group I always hung out with. So now I absolutely love to watch soccer, which is good cause it's summer and there's nothing else to do.
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