Recipe for fun

One day.
I was convinced to come to Summer Seminary.
Well.
Brother mangum said he would punch my face in if I didn't.
So I decided to go.
I got there.
He told the famous "Youth conference Chocolate milk story"  (If you don't know it.... ask me. it is funny)
Then. He talked about the best thing on earth.
SLED PANTS!
He told us how to make them. And how much fun they are.
After that, I have always wanted to try them.

Want to know how to make them.

Get some garbage bags with the little drawstrings on them.
Then.  On one of them. Poke holes in them for your feet.
get the drawstrings and put it over your sholder like a pair of suspenders.
Then. Get another one and poke holes for your arms and head.
Then. Sled down a snowy hill.

I have everything I need to do it.
Except for one thing.
Whenever it snows.
I get my hopes up and say, "YES!  I can sledpants after school!"
Then. When I get home.
It is a balmy 82 degrees. No clouds. And leaves on the trees are starting to bloom.
So. Lame.

So. The news people said it is suppeost to snow overnight tonight.
If it does.
You will see me at a hill somewhere. At like 8 in the morning.
Before it even has a CHANCE to melt.
Will I see you there?

What did I do this Valentines day?

I learned very important tips on how to get the ladies. 

Who did I learn these tips from?

I learned them from the Chick Magnet himself. 

Link.

So. I will end this. 

I shall tell you this. 

Happy Valentines day, and for you single people... Day after the Grammies.

You did what where?

What do these two dashing men have in common?






Well. We both are really, really, really good looking, and that they both like to only half dress. Cameron doesn't like shirts.
I don't like shirts.
Cameron sometimes doesn't like to wear pants.
I sometimes don't like to wear pants.
It's like we are brothers or something.

Something else we have in common is...  We both sleepwalk.   When I sleepwalk. I walk around my house, and when anyone askes me if I am sleepwalking, I yell at them, "NO. I AM NOT ASLEEP." (And sometimes, on very rare occations, I accidentally swear in my sleep.)  And I wake up the next day, asleep in my bed, and I go upstairs and Sidney shows me a video of me sleepwalking and she laughs. I demand her to delete it. Becuase if that were to go viral.... I would not be pleased.

Cameron on the other hand... He does something much different. But equally as amusing. So, here is the story.

Last night, me and mother are sitting at the kitchen table watching Heros. It is a good show so far. But, anyways, we are sitting there. She is decorating her hundreds and hundreds of cookies when Cameron walks into the room.  He stands by the garbage can for a few seconds. Then, in the blink of an eye, rips off the lid, pulls his pants down, and is about to urinate in the trash can. My mom runs towards him and tells him that he can't go peepee in there. So, he causally walks, with his pants half way down, opens the pantry, and starts to pee in there.  I am a few feet away roflawling.  My mom picks him up and carries him to the potty to finish with.... what he was doing.

This was the most funny thing of my life.  He has done this other times, but this was the first time I have witnessed it.

So. We sleepwalk.  I say stuff in my sleep. He pees in his sleep.  We make a good duo.

Phantom of the Opera

Tuesday, I went to see the Pleasant Grove High School's production of Phantom of the Opera.
It was the most amazing thing I have seen in my life.
The orchestra was pretty amazing. (I tried out to be in it, but.... I didn't make it.)  *Insert sad face here*
It is just... amazing.
I am going to be seeing it again.
Yes.
Two times, I will have seen it.
I wish I would have seen it earlier.
Because if I would have...
I would have gotten a ticket for every day this week.
If you haven't seen it.
Then you are out of luck. All the tickets are sold out.
But there is a matinee you can attend.
I would tell you the time.
But people who read this blog are either:
1: Someone who has already seen it.
2: Someone who is already in the darn play, or work as stage crew or something of that sort.
3: Some person from Mongolia that accidently crossed over my blog.  (I found out something, you can look at your stats on your profile thing, and it tells you where people are reading your blog from. It is cool to look at.)

So. That is why I am not telling you the time of the Matinee.
And because there are a limited amount of tickets and if you come... I may not get a ticket.
So. Ha. Haha. HAHAHA.
Love. Spencer.

Can... I get a different picture?

So, I went to the DLD to get my permit yesterday. 

I arrived there, during the very pathetic snowstorm, and stood in line. 

I passed the "As of 8/1/2006, we no longer accept pocket sized birth certificates."  

It made me laugh.

We got up to the line, and the lady had me sit in the chair and look at the camera thing. 

I smiled.... 

She took forever. 

I stopped smiling for about half a second. 

The flash HAD to go off just then. 

I got my number and sat. 

There was an Asian couple behind me. 

They were talking in some sort of not American language... 

It was quite annoying. 

They talked... and talked... and talked, and their were no stops in their sentences. 

My number got called, I went up. 

He had me fill out some more forms, sign here, had my mom sign here, here, here, here, and here. Oh, and don't forget here.

Then I took my eye exam. 

Piece of cake. Thank goodness my eyes are like... amazing. 

So, I went over... and took.... the test. 

They have cool little touch screen kiosks.  They were quite nifty. 

So, I sat down and took it. 

The kid sitting next to me, about five minutes after I sat down, stood up to see his results. 

He got about 46 percent... 

Now I was getting quite nervous. 

I finished the test. 

I got 43/50.

Not the hundred I was looking for, but I will take it. 

They gave me my permit. 

I looked at my picture. 

It looks like I just got booked into jail... 

I look like a thug. 

Who has been thuggin around town. 

On his awesome panda longboard. 

So... 

Now I get to wait six months to be able to get another one for my legit license.

Hopefully that won't be too long. 

World record.

Seven.
Yes, seven is the number.
The number seven represents the amount of times I sneezed in a row.
Why didn't I tape it and send it into the world record place.
I am very proud of myself.
I also held a duck today.
And ate nasty raw fish.
It was terrible.

We had a churchball game today.
And we lost.
But it is alright with me.
There is always next time.

Today, I have a mission.

I will be hard, but it must be done.