SHOTGUN UPDATE

i never made my birthday post. yeah, yeah, whatever. i know it's late but hey—it's still my birthmonth.

it started with homemade kneader's french toast.

then we celebrated at in n out (i used to work there!)

and ended with my favorite cake. ever.

north pole toffy cake. the recipe is top secret.

i just figured, like just now, that i might as well give you a few other updates since you're here and all.

since i don't really have very many friends anymore (they're all around the world,) last night i tagged along with my little brother, Matt, and his jr. high friends. it was pretty fun. we had a fire pit.

today i went to the Manti Temple. if there were one thing that i wish upon all of you, 

it's simply that you have the chance to go through this Temple. it is a very special place to me now.

i've fallen in love with Emma Watson. she is to me what Zachary Levi is to Jessie.

check. me. out. kidding, that's vain. but really. 

someone told me i look like lee harvey oswald. 

i don't know what to think about that.

i have resorted to eating nutella on toast for every meal.

(you'd think that with all of the junk that i eat i'd be a tub o' lard by now)

and last but not least—i got a new wallpaper for my iDevices.

this is big, because i'm not really the kinda guy that changes things very often.

especially not the scene on my desktop.

which is (in case you were wondering):

so that's it! that's what i've been up to. as you can probably tell, my instagram has been getting a little more love than clay-all-day. i promise that as i bring things to a close here for two years, i'll start doing some cooler stuff. or whatever—cool is all just relative anyways, right?

oh! and i'm going to see the dark knight rises tonight!

here, listen to these:

non non non!

this could be a pepto bismol commercial. (sorry, it's kind of edgy)

her voice...

the translation:

AB: You know, my lovely,
that the brightest loves tarnish
the dirty sun of the day, the day
they are subjected to scrutiny?
I have an irrefutable idea
for avoiding the unbearable:
Before the hate, before the blows,
the hisses or the lashes,
before the pain and the disgust --
Please, let's end it there.

CJ: But I kiss you and it passes.
You see,
you can't brush me off like that.
You thought to get yourself out of it
by leaving me like
some great love that must die.
But, you see, I prefer
the tempests of the inevitable
to your stupid little idea.Before the hate, before the blows,
the hisses or the lashes,
before the pain and the disgust --
End it there, you say?

AB: But you kiss me and it passes.
I know, you can't be brushed off like that.

AB: I could avoid for you the worst.
CJ: But the best is yet to come.

AB&CJ: Before the hate, before the blows,
the hisses or the lashes,
before the pain and the disgust --
AB: Please, let's end it there.
CJ: But I kiss you and it passes. You see?
(Repeat)

AB: You kiss me and it passes.
I know, you can't be brushed off like that.
CJ: You can't brush me off like that.

and with that, i don't think i can ever listen to a song in english again.

compare that to anything on the radio today. i dare you.