This is a photograph of me back when I was an ultra focused missionary. Look at how young and handsome I used to be. What happened? I suppose the years are taking their toll.
This has been a great Sunday so far. Testimony meeting was wonderful and Chelsea's class was fun. I wanted to go to Pottawattamie's class too. Darn that Council Bluffs. Like Alan says, he really is the cause and solution to all of our problems. He should know better than to have them both teach the same week. It looks like a parasite has settled in my blog's comment box. Feel free to leave him comments too. Just specify who the comment is for. If someone leaves the comment, "YOU SUCK! DIE!", we would like to know to whom it is directed. I like that his blogs have an easy to follow format. If you could care less about his classes, you can just skip over it. If you're interested to see his thoughts on the opposite sex, it's easy to find. I might try a similar approach.
Stuff about things
I have some glow-in-the-dark footprints going up my bedroom wall. To enter my room when the door is closed, you have to do a secret handshake. I've never sucked the marrow out of a bone. I've never tried sushi.
Other stuff
Yesterday I had a lot of déjà vu . It usually happens when I get stressed out. I haven't felt too stressed though, and I don't have the heartburn that usually goes with it. It first started happening when I was in high school. I thought I had a tumor. I didn't though. Or maybe I did, and do, since I never checked it out. Frequent sensations of déjà vu are associated with schizophrenia and anxiety. Schizophrenia does run in my family, but every year past my 19th birthday, the lower my chances of developing it (If I don't have it already). F6 and Route 22 could easily be figments of my imagination. They're all so weird. Real people don't act like we do. Real people don't do the things we do.
Miscellaneous stuff
I hope this format helps everyone get through my blog more quickly. Feel free to skip any boring parts. Good day.
6 comments:
Its true. I don't think we exist.
don't say that Chelsea, of course we exist! Don't listen to her Kyle she's the violent negative one.
I don't know who to believe!
Kyle. I promise that if I were a figment of your imagination, I would have told you by now. Or at least done weird things like walk through you or turn into a giraffe.
and now, a guessing game! Interpret this poem:
Nuts nuts nuts,
I am going nuts.
Almost completely nuts,
"stun" backwards is nuts.
Which interpretation is correct?
Juicy bits about girls:
a) I'm nuts about a girl and I can't do anything about it.
Boring bits about classes:
b) The crazy unfair homework and quizzes in my classes are driving me nuts.
Unconfirmed bits about my identity:
c) I'm actually and literally a can of Planters peanuts.
Sponsored bits about my host blogger:
d) I'm actually Kyle and I suffer from schizophrenia. That means I'm clinically nuts.
Thanks for playing! I promise that one of the above interpretations is correct.
I guess d). Do I win? Do I get brownies?
No brownies!
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