25 Random Things About the Most Interesting Person You Know (Me)

1. I am level 1 and level 2 boys gymnastics coach. I took a class at BYU last Spring and fell in love. I'm pretty much the best gymnastics coach these kids have. What have I learned from them? Stupidity is established at a very young age, and I think that I'm catching a small glimpse of what I was like when I was a young lad. 

2. Last semester I decided I was going to learn to play the guitar. Well I did. Whether I'm playing Flight of Concord's "The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room" or Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Follow You Into the Dark", I love to play the guitar.

3. I have an uncanny ability to make people laugh. 

4. Contrary to what much of the world will think, I am actually a shy person. When I'm first meeting people, It's hard for me to be open. But once I warm up to you... Watch out baby!!

5. I'm a hopeless romantic. I want my life to be a movie. I want to live a "Chick Flick". 

6. Sometimes I get really really bad headaches. I have since I was a little kid. I don't really know why. Maybe I have a brain tumor. Maybe I just know too many women...

7. I have Asthma and I am allergic to just about anything. Grass, hay, weeds, animals, just about anything. It's really a miracle I'm still alive. You should be grateful.

8. My newest obsession is trying to figure out a way I could get a wish granted by the "Make a Wish" foundation. I know it's a non-profit organization that helps children with life-threatening diseases and stuff...but I just want it so bad. Maybe I could convince them that a cough could be life-threatening. My wish would of course be to go to Disney World with by best friend. 

9. I love to play the piano. I'm one of the few, the proud, the awesome that DIDN'T quit piano lessons as a child. I mostly use it to lull women into a state of hypnosis, while my natural charm takes over and they can no longer resist me. 

10. My life is burdened with shockingly good looks, and along with that burden comes the consequence of having people think I'm much younger that I actually am. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't think that I'm not in college. Once, I was 21, and this lady thought I was in middle school. Story of my life.

11. My stature is currently right around 5 feet 4 inches tall, 130 pounds. I have a brother who is 6 feet 1 inch tall, 230 pounds. I don't know how it happened, but all that is important is that I can still beat him up...to a certain extent.

12. I was on the cover of a magazine. May 2003 Ensign. Check it out. I'm the dude in the yellow shirt walking away from the camera. Boo-Ya!

13. My excuse for just about everything is "I'm a dude. Dude's don't have to know that." Most of the time it works.

14. The place where I grew up, Royal City, is the best place on Earth. I'm a farm boy at heart, and some people even say I have a slight accent. If I could support myself being an Orthodontist in Royal City, I would move there in a flash.

15. I served my mission in Las Vegas. No better place to serve. Some of the perks, meeting Gladys Knight, teaching the Zodiac Killer's son, and having guns pulled on me in the biggest trailer park in the world. 

16. One of my dreams is to write a song someday. I've tried, but try as I might, my musical abilities just aren't wired that way.

17. Another one of my dreams is to be in a movie. A real motion picture. I think I have the ability, now I just need to know the right people.

18. I don't like chocolate. I can handle a Snickers bar, or a chocolate with caramel every now and then, but a Hershey bar or a chocolate kiss, no way.

19. My worst fear is clowns. For real. Any clown. Even the happy ones scare the funny right out of me. Next in line for fear, spiders, snakes, and drowning.

20. I don't really like feet. I don't like them at all. So keep them away from me.

21. I placed 8th in the State wrestling tournament my Sophomore year of High School. And that was my first year wrestling ever.

22. I have a belt buckle in the shape of a lizard, and another that is a replication of the doorknobs of the Salt Lake Temple.

23. I can't stand the noises that people make when they sleep. Nothing bothers me more than the smacking and sniffing and breathing and snoring that people do while they sleep.

24. Some of my idols include Yoda, my father, and my mission president.

25. I am a very picky eater. I like plain hamburgers (but only if I can make it myself), no green food (meaning vegetables, except corn and peas). Eating in general is just not a huge concern for me. Sometimes I forget to eat. But give me some ice cream, and some dry cereal and I'll be good forever.

Loving Hatred

So this week was Thanksgiving.  I tried to do that thing that I'm sure most people do on such a day and name all the things they are thankful for.  I won't say I had a hard time doing it, but in order to figure out what I was thankful for I had to do something strange.  My thought process was more of a think of things I hate to remember things I love.  It was strange to me too, but I think it worked out pretty good.  First I decided I hated Satan.  Probably the person I hate the most.  Not for just the ways he tried to ruin my life with his little deceptions, but how he lies to the entire world, and people believe him, and bad things happen because of it.  I look forward to the day when I can look that dude in his spiritual face, because he won't have a body, and laugh and point because he doesn't have a body.  Loser.  So because of that, I decided I was thankful for the Gospel, and for Jesus Christ, and for my good friend the Holy Ghost.  Without these things I would be one lost little puppy in a big world full of fire hydrants.  The next thing I thought of that I hated was school.  What a crappy thing school is.  I'm still trying to figure out how this is supposed to make me a better person and more prepared for the "real" world, because right now it just makes me upset and stressed and angry and sad.  But I realized that I really am thankful for school and the opportunity I have to increase my education, and I guess if school is making my life so hard, then learning to deal with it actually will prepare for future circumstances.  Profound I know.  The hatred continued with a list that included cold weather, sickness, running, dumb people, and little children.  And while I still hate these things quite a bit, I have realized there are other things that I absolutely love that have these things in them.  For instance...I love skiing and I love snow.  Can't have those things without cold weather.  My grandpa, taking the words right out of Kanya's mouth,  has always said, "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger."  So I guess technically sickness helps your body learn to fight harder, making you stronger.  I love football.  Let me say that one more time...I LOVE FOOTBALL!!  And I guess football would not be football if there was no running.  Dumb people make me laugh.  Can't argue with laughter.  And little children, as angry as they make me when they sneak up behind me and poke my back, or take my hat, or call me stupid, or ignore me, or tattle on me, or color on me or my things, or cry, or yell, or insist on their way, or steal all attention away from me, or make me do or say the same thing over and over and over again...I think they make me laugh more than all those other times, so they can stay.  The list of thankatude goes on and on.  Some other things on the list include, but are not limited to...food, girls, family, moms, music, life, Donny Osmond, sports, TV, girls, love, hats, shooting stuff, and Christmas (in no particular order).  I love this time of year and the spirit it brings.  Goodnight.

This post was brought to you by the letter W.  Go Knights Win!!! 

Life Goes On

Dear People:

Here's to America.  You are in my prayers my dear sweet country.  At first I was really not sure about Obama winning the election.  I had a lot of mixed feeling fall over me all at once.  I felt hatred, disgust, confusion, concern, but then I really sat down and thought about it.  At first nothing changed.  But here is the thing America... I support Barack Obama.  Crazy I know, but here is my reasoning.  I trust that Heavenly Father has a plan.  A really really good plan.  And I trust in that plan.  Obviously Barack Obama is part of that plan, so now I have to support him.  At first I decided that I was going to escape from the madness and flee to Hawaii.  But then I sadly realized that Hawaii is still part of America, so I decided to stick it out.  I'm giving Obama a chance, because you know what?  Life goes on.  The world isn't going to wait around for everyone to fall in love with Obama.  The economy isn't going t

o get any better if it stays the way it is, and right now I think what we really need is, and I can't believe I'm saying this, we need change.  America...Everything is going to be fine!

So this week for Family Home Evening we did something awesome.  I used to be not so sure about FHE, and in fact thanks to Dave and Tara I used to call it FAG.  But now I am a group leader and I have to love it.  And I have the best counterpart ever.  We both are crazy and come up with the best ideas.  This week we did finger painting.  Ya...sweet.  Once things calmed down and we were cleaning up, things got a little out of hand.  As this picture can contest, I was brutally attacked.  It may look like I have toothpaste and chocolate on my teeth, but I

don't...It's paint...on my teeth...ya.  

I was completely taken advantage of and thrown on the ground, tied up and paint was put on my teeth!!  Gross!!  Oh well...Life Goes On!!

Riley Loves You!

Attention America...Riley has a blog.  I never knew I would be one that would want to blog about my ideals, yet here I am.  Maybe I realized that blogging can be a great way to get in with the chicks.  

Really I just want somewhere I can put down all my random ideas that pop into my head throughout each day.  And there are so many of those ideas.  At first I thought maybe I should just carry around a recorder.  But then I realized that I have seen people walking around talking into a little recorder, and I think I always make fun of those people silently in my head.  Then I thought maybe I need to have a camera crew follow me around and film every aspect of my life.  Kind of an EdTV type thing.  Then I realized that I don't really want the world to see EVERYTHING about my life, just the things I decide to to tell them.  

So the hype around the nation lately has been the election.  It's been hard for me to fall in love with all the hoopla over who is better.  McCain...Obama...Economy...Joe the Plumber...what does it all mean?!?  I finally buckled down earlier today and filled out my absentee ballot.  I'm proud to say I knew who most of the people on it were.  But let me just say thanks to mom for filling me on the crazies who run our state that I had never heard of.  I was really surprised to see a law trying to be passed in Washington that will allow people that are terminally ill that have less than six months left to live to have a physician write them a prescription that will essentially kill them before they die.  Last time I checked that was called euthanasia, even borderline suicide.  Needless to say I voted no on that one.  Then came the time to vote for the ever important President of the United States...the Commander in Chief...the one who is supposed to fix this country.  My favorite thing about this part of the ballot was that I could basically fill in a blank spot and vote for whoever I wanted.  My first instinct was to write Bill Cosby.  I think the man is a genius.  And if we are going to have a black president, we might as well make him 100% black, and why not make him funny too.  My next great idea was to write in Mitt Romney.  I would support a Mormon president, but I realized that my boy Mitt doesn't have any friend's named Joe the Plumber that I know of, and he definitely does not have the racial advantage thing going for him, so I knew Brother Romney just wouldn't do...yet.  So I had to finally put all opinions of all other people aside and vote for the man I feel would screw up our country the least.  So the moral of the story is when it comes to deciding who would best help our country be a better place, it all comes down to ignoring what all the crazy CNN people say, and finding out for yourself which is gonna be best.  

And so it begins...Life's Random Brilliance.