I know you'll get me right...

Wow...

I might have to start with one of these...

Change is in the freakin' air.

We're gonna take this...

Take off the farings

Take off the rest of the plastic

Put a new gas tank on

Put a new seat on

Install new lights

We'll keep the engine

And the tires...

We're gonna aim for a look like this...

Let's get some things straight before I get old and uncool...

Heh, I almost titled it "Rules for my unborn son" but I figured that would cause a stir. Basically I'm blaming this website for this - http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/page/51

It's wicked smart.

-You can never overdress.

-If you're going to wear a tie, commit and button the top button.

-Memorize the bill of rights and your favorite poem.

-An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.

(Or as the Godfather would say, "A man that doesn't spend time with his family is not a man.")

-Learn how to fix a flat and change a belt, everything else take it to a garage.

(Or as Dad told me "Son make a lot of money so you can pay other people to do this for you.")

-Men with facial hair have something to hide

(I'm gonna disagree, but I wanted to put it up to appeal to the Frank Sinatra side of me, or the James Dean and Paul Newman side, there is something to be side about a good close shave.)

-Absolutely no tattoos or piercings... unless you're in the armed forces.

(Mom, Dad, I might get a tattoo. I hope you'll understand.)

-If you absolutely have to fight, punch first and punch hard. Aim for the nose.

-Compliment your mom's cooking, better yet, compliment anyone who's willing to cook for you.

(It's not hard and it'll mean a lot.)

-Never side against your brother in a fight. Ever.

-Push-ups and sit-ups are all you'll ever need to build muscle.

-Nothing good happens after 3 am. I promise.

So that's just a small selection, but I thought it was pretty freakin sweet and bodes more thinking on. Well, until next time then.

-Owen

It's November.

Just in case you didn't know.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20
-Bobby Frost

Case and point about kilts and their masculinity.

Farewell Pearl

There's a man going 'round, taking names...

I love Utah, I'm missing it like crazy, it's comfortable. My valley, reminds me of being in a sweet fort as a little kid. You know? I miss it that much. As I near my one year mark (officially september 5th) I'm invariably drawn to a few conclusions, they are as follows...

I've lost a lot of my creativity. Or feels like I have.

College money!!!

Phew, didn't get shot. Yet.

I'm never leaving Utah again when I get home.

They'll bury me and fill my grave with dirt from Green Canyon.

The weather is better in Utah, this place feels like a sweaty armpit.

And smells like it too.

Motorcycle, check.

Car, check.

When I drive around I pretend like I'm driving around Cache Valley.

Ah, there's the island... First Dam is up the road there...

I think I'm gonna start doing that with everything.

"Owen, where are you?"

"I'm in Utah."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oh utah, how do I love thee...

Ah man...

I never finish anythi

Well I guess this is growing up...

Yeah, this is growing up. Come back from California, all of us here in florida, are starved for your attention, yeah we're starved for your attention... this airplane is a ribbon... tell all my friends I'm dead, I'm leaving you, this time it's for good... failure's not flattering... you used to captivate me by your resonating light... don't you dare, speak for someone you don't know... they'll feel it in the back of their throats... and I've been spending all this time composing letters... some girls are crazy, you gotta watch out for the beautiful ones...

My buddy's bike and a streetlamp.

Just wanted to point out that my photography skills are vastly inferior to my basketball skills. And my basketball skills suck.

I never realized...

How good my life actually was until I saw a dude that looks like this guy on post today.

Thanks mom and dad for teaching me self-respect and dignity at a young age.

All the pictures I took on my motorcycle ride today with my camera

I went riding today, generally heading west pretending it's a year and a half from now and I'm going to Utah. I took along my camera in case I saw anything cool or just to take a picture of myself standing next to my bike in front of some random town's name before turning back.

But it wasn't meant to be. I left my micro SD card safe at home still connected to my laptop.

C'est la vie.

Don't mess with me Megan, my Oblivion character could kick your Oblivion character's butt.

I was happy to be home...

I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.

Nedrecking...

Look at that face!

...And Jayci's cute too!

I'm now a Specialist in the United States Army

Go me.

Feels like I'm in Eqypt.

Sometimes I really like my life.

A picture, not my own.

"...Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."

Get it? It's a smiley face, made with bullets.

Back in the saddle again...

The long road home... well if I had driven another 35 hours or so.

"Pops"

Well anyway I came here to talk about pistachios. That's right. Some of my favorite memories of being a kid were going in to Dad's room after he got home from work, he'd be watching TV or reading and most of the time he'd have some sort of peanut or pistachio or something weird, anyway, a whole bag of them. Funniest Home Videos, we watched a lot of that. After dinner I'd usually stay as long as Mom did at the table, huge gouts of laughter from the bedroom would normally lure myself and anyone within a couple miles radius towards the TV and the crowd.

But I digress.

So I've got this huge memory surge everytime I get pistachios. I see Monday Night Football or my Dad laying on his bed reading, the bag of pistachios on his chest, just relaxing. Well there I was in airborne school with my own room because no one else was assigned to mine. Which was sweet. Anyway I made the trek to the Six about a mile from where my barracks were.

For you civies that don't know what a Six is, it's like a gas station or convenience store. Military people love Sixes because they contain booze.

Anyway at the Six they had this huge bag of pistachios for like five bucks so along with two or three mountain dews I figured I'd be set for the weekend. There's nothing to do at airborne besides play video games and when that gets old, play arcade games and when that gets old you sleep. Because unless you've got a car, you're screwed.

I got my loot and headed back on that long freaking walk to the barracks. Later that night I was sitting in my bed, reading a book, the bag of pistachios on my chest and it hit me, I stopped mid-air with a pistachio in my hand.

"I'm just like my Dad."

And that made me feel pretty good, because I like that guy. I actually called him up later and told him this whole story. Now why did I bring it up here? That's easy, I love pistachios.

Meh...

Sometimes I just don't feel like posting photos, consider this just like a week long black... something. That describes my week. In general, of course.

Curse you Virginia.

Can you smell what the Morrill is cooking?

I'm lazy today.

The Stereo Effect

BEFORE

AFTER

You'll notice Dashboard's playing Screaming Infidelities... every new cd player I've got I play that album before I play anything else.

Fight off your demons...

This is the most exciting thing that happened to me today...

Let it green, let it green, let it green...

Wanna start a revolution?

I know you doubt it but I actually meant it that time...

That would be his eye.

That's how I roll...

Curse you to Oblivion...

I see green...

I split it.

Bull...

...shit

Ah... I bent my wookie.

Epic Fail

Link to page picture was taken from.
http://cc.usu.edu/~A00317761/a.html

Time for a little good-natured roasting.

Steven, I don't know what an "Experiene" is, but it sounds like fun.

Now I know finding out how to make a webpage is a really thrilling experiene, in fact that kind of experiene you could really draw from later on in life. Like if you wanted to be a web designer, they pretty much expect you to have that kind of experiene.

A lot of people know how to change the link deal so it says "Click here" instead of http://cc.usu.edu/~A00317761/a.html but I'm not one of them. See what I mean, that's good experiene to have under your belt.

:D

Steve, brother, I love you man.

-Owen

Mmm... one month closer.