Spud Harvest is over!! I'm so unbelievably happy. After singing ridiculous songs (like Christmas songs) and talking about ridiculous things (like the different merits of different styles of boys pants) and freezing our butts off, it is over. We had so much fun though!
Very soon I shall be posting our "What Time is it? Harvest Time!" song.
My favorite parts of spuds was when I annoyed the crap out of Mason Janson and rode in the truck. Ah, no clever inspiration to write this.

Spud Harvest is Here

Yes, I know. It is the greatest time of the year.
It is the time of year where adults and teenagers alike gather together to participate in streneous labor involving rotting vegetables, weeds, rocks, and various strange articles.
It is the time of year where you walk down to the corner to pick up potatoes for supper, as the truckers have dropped some turning the corner.
It is the time of year when you either sit around getting fat on the starchy vegetable, or you sort them so they can be sent for people to sit around and get fat, or you generally hate them from all the rotten ones you see.
It is the time of year when you stand on diggers or in pits freezing your butt off or curled up in a booth doing homework and eating greasy french fries.
It is the time of year when you can appreciate how amazingly wonderful this state is.
So I have a message to all: "Enjoy it why it lasts!!"

Axe

Today in seminary I was having great difficulty in concentrating. Unfortunately for the fairies of concentration, the boy in front of me was wearing Axe Shampoo. What was to become of me? The enticing and aromatic scent sent me spiraling off into dark waters of not-paying-attention. It was my hope though, that no one would noticed that I was occupied with something else. Unfortunately my wish was not to be. *sigh*. The kid decided to turn around and engage me in conversation. Of course I was so focused on that heartbreaking aroma that he was giving me weird looks. Oh woe is me. But I managed to give him a comprehensible reply. Therefore, you could say, I didn't make a fool of myself in seminary. We must all thank our lucky stars that we don't have assigned seating, so tomorrow I won't sit behind him. I'll sit by the kid wearing Old Spice...

P.S.
This is a true story!

Hahah! What do you even say in a blog?! I've never had one before....