Grant Hill drinks Sprite?

i'm not necessarily picky as to what soda i drink. i'm only picky as to what i drink it out of. today on campus i had a bumpin headache and immediately started craving a soda. fountain mtn dews are so much better than others. so of course that's what i'ma get. the shizzy thing? there's no plastic cups anywhere to be found on campus. i resorted to drinking it out of one of those paper style cups. you know the kind, you get them at concession stands at sporting events? or at j-dawgs. they taste terrible. i can always taste more cup than i can soda. so this is how it is, what's preferred...
mtn dew is best as a fountain soda. just not in a paper cup.
pepsi and dr. pepper are best out of a bottle.
coke is best out of a can.
i didn't really start paying attention to soda detail until Robi started making such a big deal about it. Then it became obvious. the next biggest need with soda is the temperature. my good friend Mayve enlightened me on the nature of a perfectly tempered beverage. He calls it carbonix infusion. and he hits it right on the head with this theory and term. He defines carbonix infusion here, "It's when you drink a perfectly tempered dew and it burns so good in the throat, and then here's the key...when you burp, it's that tinkling sensation in your nose when you let all the burped air pass through your nose, sometimes making you sneeze and other times making your eyes water. This is carbonix infusion." perfect.

Like i said, i'm not picky about my sodas, but i pissed my pants from laughter to what thomas said when i told him i was drinking sprite today. He said, "why? are you sick? what the hell is a sprite?" apparently you only drink sprite when you're sick. and with a sleeve of saltines right next to it. and apparently we've become solely 'adult' soda drinkers. why? you ask? because everytime i drink a sprite, or a root beer, it makes me feel like i'm a child again. like i'm 7 years old.
These are the things i think about all day. Maybe that's why i have so much homework to do. and so much to do for job/internship applications. maybe i should stop scheduling time in my moleskin planner to contemplate the perfectly tempered beverage...

what's better?

the only thing better than unexpectedly getting something in the mail, is expecting something in the mail. Knowing it's coming, and waiting for it. whether it be a package from someone. Or something you've ordered. A watch, shoes, movies, money clip. anything. i'm almost addicted to ordering stuff just so i have some excitement and something to look forward to once i get home. and amazon prime makes it even better. free shipping? um, sure.

in pursuit

i want to chase,
but how do i know
for sure you
want me to?

                                                     done running?

waking up next to you

a great quote i recently came across from Thomas Edison, " you know the ambition of a man by whether or not he loves his alarm clock in the morning."
some days it's hard to wake up and be in love with that alarm clock. especially those too frequent mornings when it goes off at 6:30 so i can meet Joe at the gym. (if i knew he wasn't going to be there it'd be so easy to not go. so i'm glad there's someone waiting for me). We all have time and we can utilize it for so much good. some days you may wake up and feel like death (see last week's post), but you're 100% in control of how you choose to feel. Sure there are some outside forces that influence you, but ultimately it's up to you to decide what to do with those influences. we just have to remember to make every day the best day of our lives.

I honestly wouldn't mind waking up to this pearl every morning. It's the Finger of Fate at Hell Roaring Lake in Idaho. One of my favorite hikes.

drudgery? yeah that's tuesday

tuesday's this semester have quickly become a day of horrible work. tuesday's are my gethsemane. Work from 8-2. then class from 230-9. holy long day. today in particular is a total bust. maybe it's because i'm sitting in a horribly worthless class. fundamentals of mediation and negotiation? um, no thanks. not into it at all. Oh, and it's a 3 hour class. with no breaks! maybe today is so horrible because i'm feeling a bit ill (haven't had a cold or the flu in over 2 years) and my mental edge has collapsed. My nose and head is more clogged than a shower drain while a shedding silverback gorilla is bathing. i've been sneezing all day and now something is tickling my sinus's so bad that i try to sneeze (looking up, looking at the lights, anything) all to no avail. don't worry though, because i'm not sneezing, my left eye is watering. it's leaking more than a mouthful of water in condoleeza rice's mouth when her lips aren't touching. And the worst part of this class? easy, it's the 350 pound white mammoth man that immediately upon sitting down takes his shoes off baring his, well bare stanky feet. This, the same person who nigger-lips the crunchiest, hardest, loudest foods known to man. Please, guy, just spoon some soft quiet baby food in that orifice for one class period. please.
i know i've been sick. congested, stuffy, sneezy, yes, all of it. so it's no surprise to me when i hear myself breathing. kind of noisily too. oh wait, that isn't me. it's that same person who is already taking up one of your senses completely. Going barefoot, and not allowing me to smell anything else. And now he's taking up my entire sense of hearing, with both his loud eating, and his creepy wheezy breathing. So that even if i WANTED to listen in to this class, there is no way i'd be able to. And my sense of vision is gone, thanks to my leaky eye from my not being able to sneeze right now. oh i can't wait for this class to end. then i can make the 20 minute walk in the freezing cold to get to my car. oh wait, that isn't great either. i don't know what's worse right now. horrid class with jigga lips going to town on a zip-tie right now? or meandering my way all light-headed like to try and find my car and drive home on a half a tank of sanity.
please class, just end. let me make my way home so i can overdose on some nyquill and watch biggest loser. I've been waiting for that for 13 hours now. My day will finally get good, as it is just about to end. yeah, it's tuesday.

i'm dumb, she's a lesbian!

I've now seen weezer 6 times, and have all intentions to continue. They always put on a great show. This past weekend all of us concert goer cholos went down to vegas to see them perform for their blinkerton tour. If you remember, i saw them over thanksgiving break in LA on a friday and again on saturday. Vegas is the only stop where they were doing just a one night show.
"I just made love to your sweet memory. One thousand times in my head."
thankfully, i didn't have to make the 5 hour drive down to vegas. Much thanks to my great friend Bryce Stewart (a true stud) for letting me fly down their with you. i've flown with him a couple times. once he flew me to st. george just so i could hitch hike home. that was an adventure. another time we flew the slower plane down so we could work on his jeep all night long, and then drive the jeep right back in the morning so i could make it to my Grandma's birthday party, and then also spend some time in park city. That vegas trip was easily an adventure too. This time we flew this plane, only taking an hour and 45 minutes.
"I talked for hours to your wallet photograph. And you just listened."

After some delicious baja fresh, i met up with joe and sarah and we hung out for a while waiting for the rest of the crew to show up. A couple hours later, Thomas Boy and Ed all showed up and we met up with them down on the strip. Just kind of hanging out for a bit until the concert. A tradition for joe and sarah is to get crepes at le paris, so we joined them with that while boy and ed ran off to new york new york to ride the coaster. on our way out of the casino, i couldn't help but try my hand on roulette. i've learned through the years (and the few hundred dollars) that the more spins you take on roulette, the more your odds of winning go down. so this trip i resolved to just put it all down on one spin. i tested this theory out and put just $20 on red. pays 1:1. and i won. thank you. Thomas won too. nice teamwork. safety first, and then teamwork. No more vacuuming bullets up off the ground. We met back up with boy and ed and still had a few hours til the show, yet boy wanted sofa king bad to be in line and ready to get in the doors. So we let him go ahead and get in line while the rest of us cavalierly walked/wandered around, making stops to CVS for some sodas and treats. we also witnessed someone win big on the slots. hello $3g-notes. me and ed just went outside sipping our bevy's still killing time. ed is one of my favorite peoples. since he's married we don't have as many heart-to-heart convo's like we used to. so it was good to just sit there and chill. one thing is for certain, we always end up laughing very hard. it's usually a race to see if tears come out of my face before ed laughs so hard that whatever he's drinking comes up his nose. 
"But when we wake, it's all been erased. And so it seems, only in dreams."
Time to go get in line with joe and sarah. Tom and boy were already in. The hard rock hotel was a great place to have a concert. very dope set-up. and good fellow concert goers. We even saw a good friend from high school josh meline. Cade, Abe, and Jason Jones all met us there too. they left provo a few hours after us. The concert was great. pretty much the same idea from when we saw them in LA. Played the entire blue album, played the entire pinkerton album. and then a slight encore too. thank you weezer. you never disappoint. 

After the concert, it's immediately time to gamble again. i didn't want to sit down at a roulette table and waste away with lots of spins. so i put $40 down on red, won it, and walked away. So, my theory (at least this time) has been good. so next time i'm down in vegas i'll be betting more moneys. but still, just one spin. i'm good with that. 
Now time to go home. we all went to in-n-out for some grubs. and of course just loved it when ed ordered the 4x4. the quadruple burger. we ate our foods, and by now it's 1:30, and much to sarah's worry, we took off. got on the road and headed home. She was just worried we'd fall asleep on the drive. haha, thankfully i drove, becuase it didn't take long before a couple heads were nodding off. Ed and tom were both great co-drivers as they tried to stay awake and talk to me to keep me awake too. Boy was gone. long gone. he didn't even try. we drove straight through the night and got back to provo (with the time change) at 7:30. we couldn't tell if that was really late, or really early. we were all too tired. so we all stumbled inside, somehow found our beds and slept til well past noon.
Weezer is always fun/incredible. The crew of us never disappoint. it's always fun to have something great like this to embark in. 
"Only in dreams. And so it seems, only in dreams..."