A reincarnaction of Senior Year

For the ward talent show, I decided to do the same thing I did for Mr. San Juan. For those of you that weren't able to see it on either night, or even if you did, here ya go!

The wait plus Valentines week

so my call is here... kinda. I had it sent home to Blanding and it will be here on Friday! If you could come to Bdge lobby at BYU at 5 on Friday, I would love it. I'd like everyone that can to be there! And if you think I'm excited, you should see my dormmates!They are going crazy, not knowing where I'm going! On a different note, this week's Valentine's day, and my ward's having a valentines competition. We get points for doing things like hugging or kissing the cheek of a complete stranger, dating, or asking someone on a date, or giving flowers or valentines to others. I am going to use this as an excuse to meet and hug and/or kiss many new girls(as if I need one).

My analogy

When I was home for MLK day a few weeks ago, I heard an analogy that I have taken and expanded for personal use. I think it is appropriate for the stage I am in right now in my life. The speaker compared a mission to a tall mountain that you are about to climb, and I compare it to the hike of Y mount I took on my birthday. (My continuation starts here) I feel like I am staring up at the top of that mountain, and thinking, "Oh crap! It seems so daunting and even treacherous right now. I am very excited to begin my "climb", but I feel insignificant at this moment. In beggining the hike, it was hard work. There were people there, but I had to and have to do it mostly by myself. There was snow on it, which made it that much more difficult. I compare the switchbacks to the points in my mission( i.e. 6 months, 1 year). Then I'll reach the end of the hike( or mission) and look how far I've come, how much good I've done, and hopefully know that I've done the very best I could. Every slip ( trouble with companions, getting up on tmie, the language) I experience on my way will be worth it. Then comes the fun and easy part of the trip. I'll get married in the temple and start my descent. all I've got to do now is stay on the straight and narrow, and slide down
( or up) into the celestial Kingdom, and enjoy life. I know it won't be easy, just like I slipped a couple of times on the way down, I will probably make several mistakes. I've just got to try my absolute best to "keep my balance" and Jesus it will Christ will help me "dry off" from the times I cannot or do not. I know I can make this time the best experience I've had in my life thus far, although I'm beggining to realize how much work it's actually going to be. Things have always come relatively easy for me in my life(i.e. sports, school, making friends, etc.) but I know this is going to take some time to get used to( No sleeping in, a set schedule everyday, being in a completely new surrounding) This, however, is what excites me most as well. I absolutely love to get out of my comfort zone and try things I have never done before. It will go by really fast too, so I think I'm going to have to pay attention, and really take it all in (enjoy the beautiful view from the top).

what you never thought could happen in your sleep

So recently I've found out how weird I actually am in my sleep. I knew, of course that I was weird in my conscious hours. I guess I should have figured it would carry over to the sub-conscious, but I never would have guessed it would have gone this far! I've had this sleep talking thing since I was about nine or ten, when my sister(we'll call her Alyssa, cause that's her name) told me that I had been sleep-taling the night before, and that I had said something about "passing the pencils". I thought I had gotten over it til I started college, at which point things really got weird. It started by just talking, like in the past. Jimmy would tell me just about every morning that I had been talking again. Gradually, I began to move up the ladder, and My roomate told me that I had sat up in bed with my fist outstretched and my eyes wide open, promptly followed by my head hitting the pillow and my eyes shutting again. He actually filmed me doing it once(If you'd like to see that, plus my excellent shower singing, just look at my videos on facebook) Beggining second semester, my new roomate (Max) has noticed my mutterings in the night, and has threatened to throw bottles at me if I do not keep quiet. But since he has become my roomate, he has reported me doing something I never thought possible... singing in my sleep! He tells me that one early morning, he awoke to hear me singing " I love rock and roll" by Alan Merrill and Jake Hooker of The Arrows. And you thought you were strange!

Mission papers

They're finally done! After about 6 months, I was anxious to get my mission papers in. I had finished all the paper work last semester, as well as the bishop's interview. Finally, yesterday, I was able to finish up the Stake President's interview, so I should know where and when I'm going in 2-3 weeks! I'm pretty excited but kinda nervous too. It's certainly gonna be an experience! You can post you're guesses as to where you think I'll be going on this blog or on the facebook group, "Spenser's going on a mission!" , or I guess both, if you're an avid fan. Maybe There will be a prize?

The day my dorm exploded

The day started just as any other day, besides the fact that I had just rocked my Book of Mormon final at BYU. I was feeling great, although kinda tired before, because of studying late for said test the night before. I also had to get up early, as the test started at 7. Since I had done so well on my BOM test, I decided to treat myself to a nap for a few extra hours of much needed rest. So, I set my alarm for about 3 hours in the future, and hit the hay. I woke up just about the time my alarm went off, to the screams of my dormates(just kidding, it wasn't that bad) But, Jimmy(my roomate) woke me up, exclaiming that the hall had flooded, and I had better pick up everything off the ground I cared about! I awoke and although bleary eyed, soon found out that there was a pool of water forming on our carpet. After further investigation, and the moving of things off the ground, I found that there was a pool in the hallway, and the proper authority figures had just arrived to take care of the mess. Apparently, a toilet had blown up, sending water three feet in the air, and filling the bathroom, the hall, and our rooms with water. Everyone sloshed into the hall to see this natural wonder, and document it with photographic evidence. My room was farther away, so it did not get the full effect of the river of toilet water, but we definitely got hit by it. I am now even more grateful to be closer to the end of the hall. Soon, they had a subpump and were cleaning up th lake of water. It was certainly one of my more interesting experiences at college thus far

habits

I've gotten into some good, interesting, and absolutely hilarious habits herd at BYU, and I thought my fans would like to hear about them, so I will relate them.

First of all, I've got myself into the habit of yelling at the referees when they make questionable or just downright terrible calls. But, as I have been a referee several times in my life to make a little extra money, I don't boo the way everyone else does. I let them finish their tirade of unhappy boos and then I will yell at the top of my voice, " I strongly disagree!" i figure that if it was me making the call, I wouldn't want to be chastised in a harsh way, by thousands of angry fans, so I made that change.

My favorite habit I've developed over time has to do with my favorite subject in school- girls. For those who don't know, I've met approximately 100 new women here at BYU through various means, and I have a really hard time remembering all of their names. Nevertheless, they can all seem to remember me, partly because of my good looks,partly because of the habit I've gotten into. When I see girls hugging any of my friends,I feel discriminated against. lnstead of continuing to feel this way, I tell them not to be so biased, and move in for my hug. Oftentimes, I will not even know this girl before I hug her, but it doesn't bother me in the least. I will never deny any girl a hug based on a minor detail such as that. It is certainly an ineresting, freakin' awesome habit.