Operation Renovation: BYU-Idaho Style

Since I started working at Hollister, I have wanted one of the much coveted six by eight foot posters on the walls. They are changed out for new ones every few months and the associates are more than welcome to take the old ones. However, it seems that every time I find an available poster, it is of a shirtless man. Not exactly the type of artwork I want hanging on my wall.

This weekend, I stopped in to Hollister just to say "hi" and kill some time. I noticed the posters were new so I thought I'd try my luck and see if there were any decent ones being given away. There were two left and they were the same design. A headless, beach-ready couple holding each other in a tight embrace. While this wouldn't have been my first choice, I decided it would do.

I brought the poster back to Rexburg and Shane and I hung it in his and Colton's bedroom. This was a feat in itself considering that it is gigantic and we had to cut it vertically and horizontally.

This is the finished product:

The best part? With a few post-it notes and a "Time and All Eternity" banner, this poster will meet the Student Living Code.

Supersize Me, Mister President

I spent this past weekend with my friends in Rupert, Idaho. I had a great time and came back with a great story, too good not to tell. It is set in the home of all things which are lovely and of good report and praiseworthy; McDonalds.

It was lunch on Saturday and because of my prior feelings for the establishment, I wasn't planning on eating anything. However, my hunger got the best of me and I was forced back to the register to order a large fry. After placing my order, the woman behind the counter asked my name. Perhaps it's my fear of identity theft or my sense of humor. Either way, I don't like to tell my name to strangers so in response to her question, I promptly said, "Lincoln".

"How do you spell that?" she asked. "Like the president." I retorted after overcoming the initial shock. The look on her face was priceless. It was like looking into the windows of an abandoned house.

"L-I-N-C-O-L-N." I said patiently, trying to help her out. "Oh, okay. I've never heard that one before."

I went back to the table to tell my friends what had just taken place and heard "Lincoln" called through the speakers. I went to the counter to get my fries, looked at my reciept, and on the bottom saw "Linkon"scribbled down.

Photo of the Day!

Doesn't this postcard just say it all?

Can You Hear Me Now?

This week at school, I had to venture to the testing center for a math test. Because this is nearly the farthest campus building from my apartment, I knew I was in for a long walk and took my iPod with me. On the way home, walking proudly due to the success I had just achieved, I had one ear bud in and heard a guy talking so loud I thought "He must be trying to talk to me..."

I paused my music and looked around for the boisterous voice. Finally, I saw him. Waving his hands around like he was directing airline traffic and screaming into his phone like he was communicating with two cans and a string.

" HAHAHAHA!!! IT WAS SO FUNNY! I'M NOT SURE IF HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING THOUGH 'CUZ HE HAD A LLOOOOTTT OF NYQUIL."

I'm so glad I was able to hear this over the sweet sounds of Akon. Thank you, for informing me about your friend's unfortunate episode with a Nyquil overdose and evident lack of judgment. Remember, nothing screams "I'm important" more than a man barking "I'm important" into his cell phone.