fact.

fact.

9:00 church bites.

fact.

i am incapable of waking up at 6:30 for more than 4 days in a row.

fact.

being a missionary is probably the most boring endevore ever. so boring infact that my mom had to rap to me. she knows the whole prince of bel air rap, who knew right?

fact.

ive been a gloomy goose again.

fact.

ive decided to change that. hahaha.

fact.

arena scheduling sounds to me like the real life verion of the hunger games. i await my impending doom april 30th at 3:00.

fact.

normal bell curves are the greatest thing that has ever happened to algebra 2. they are a piece of cake with a side of pie.

fact.

there is nothing more satisfying then the feeling you have while you shove a handwritten letter into the lock box to be picked up in the morning.

fact.

i gave away like half of my closet to my little sister today, i never realized how many of my clothes were stuff i wore like 29345 years ago. i should probably clean my closet out more.

fact.

500 pitches later and i still am only throwing strikes 2.6 percent of the time.

fact.

if you glare daggers at someone long enough i strongly believe that they will eventually feel it.

fact.

charity kasey and the potty animals should probably go on tour.

fact.

once i am talking in random accents for an extended period of time i can't stop. i will randomly start speaking fritish during church and everyone looks at me weirder than they normally do.

fact.

i can only listen to the mormon tabernacle choir sing for so long before i just start throwing things.

fact.

batting practice is no bueno when you really have to pee. it is also no bueno when you are using all the strength in your poor body for half an hour only to find that your bat is cracked and thats why you were only hitting to the grass.

fact.

somebody needs to do something about the smell coming from my brothers room.