The End Days To Summer

(12 Aug. 2010) I’m feeling half past dead after spending all of yesterday in the sun. SimplyRight had a Utah Appreciation Day for all our customers. I was the one put in charge of watching and maintaining 8 wave-runners. I had one bottle of water and one plate of food to last me for ten hours of work. I miss the days when hangin’ at the beach was fun. Any open pieces of flesh were of course burned.

Working on the beach reminded me of my short trip to West Island. Where I had one day at the beach as well. A wondrous, glorious day! My only wish is that I had my scuba equipment. I find it very peaceful to float on the water and watch the sea life move along. I feel like some sort of deity. I’m so much larger than the sea creatures and the actions I make can drastically change their lives with the slightest move of my hand. Being on West Island is like being a little boy all over again. The only difference is everybody looks twice as old and my cousin Brian gets twice as dirty.

Cousin Brian, who I affectedly call Uncle Brian, is one of my favorite parts about going to West Island. Being around Brian is like hanging out with your favorite peeved high school buddy. However, Brian is not in high school, he’s 55 years old, has two kids and is divorced. When I went to “hang with Brian.” He took me to his union job at the T. He showed me his locker where he keeps pictures of his 40 plus year old girlfriends in bikinis and pre-worn panties. Brian made sure to snuff the panties before placing them back into his locker. He’s a good enough pal to offer me a hit before putting them back into their special place. (I respectfully declined).

(18 Aug. 2010) One of the employees at SimplyRight found them old photos of me. The pictures were taken before the mission. Back in the days when I was taking to make money a an extra in movies and television shows. Boy! Don’t I look young without any facial hair?

My cousin Summer Kilgore returned home from her mission last night at midnight. She looked the same as usual but thinner. One of the funniest facts I learned about Chinese people is that they HATE the sun. They hate it so much they’ve created socks that women can wear on their arms to protect themselves against the UV rays. Real funny looking clothing. Social customs of some people are just too unreal.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I quit my job at KWCR. Due to lack of time and I didn’t like how things were being managed, nor did I like how management was trying to turn a college radio station into a corporate station. I’m still in-charge of local music. So I’m still keeping it real.

The Beginning of Summer

Summer has now started.

I have now almost been out of school for the past two months. I’ve been getting a lot of leads for music videos but not a lot done. The dating scene has been out of whack for me since the one girl from Provo. Lead me on just to put me down. Further increasing my personal hatred for Provo. That place bugs me. Nice looking town but the folks spoil the atmosphere. Rhode Island and Provo are two places I never care to spend time in.

I swear, I think my summer job is going to kill me!

I keep having this desire sucking feeling of hopelessness wash over me. Usually I’m a happy go-lucky kind of person, but as of late, I haven’t been. I think this feeling of hopelessness is brought on by spending long hours in an office building were all I do is answer phone calls, run errands and scan documents. There’s no glory in it. If I get real lucky my cousin Adam will show up, sit behind me and complain about his marriage problems and get paid for it. One thing that really drives me crazy is when my cousin Danny will come into my office and reviews the movie he saw over the weekend. Critics suck when their favorite movie of 2008 is STEP UP 2: THE STREETS. To escape the pains of my day I stare out my office window. My view is of a funky looking house built in the 1960s with scenic mountains behind it. The same mountains covering the Ogden Valley. My view would increase if the ugly-ass house from the 1960s caught on fire and burnet to the ground.

Has anybody else ever noticed something I call “sexual competition”? It’s the type of competition where you’re dating someone and you find out their dating other people at the same time. It’s a strange emotion a male feels when he finds out he’s competing for the opposite sex. A basic animalistic nature takes over making us feel that we have to fight for what’s ours. The funniest thing is we could also be dating other girls but the basic instinct still takes over. As a male I feel like finding the guy, just so I can start a fist-fight (and I don’t even like confrontations). You wanta find out what they look like just so you can size them up. “Sexual Competition” can also get very ugly very fast. Luckily I haven’t been into too many situations, because usually I suck at competing.