I have been tagged.

I have thought of six things to discuss. You should be aware that I am writing this at 4:30 am.

First, we will go back to a time when I was in Fifth grade in Mr. Fullmer's class. Ah, the age of 11. So much going on. It was nearing the end of the school year, so I had my stash of earned fake money to spend at our class auction. There were plenty of crappy toys to chose from, but my eye caught the sparkling beauty of a mini key-chain squirt gun. That thing was MINE. I had the maximum amount of fake money, so I was SURE to be able to buy the squirt gun with my money. I held strong and waited through all of the small purchases that passed by... gum.... silly putty... slappy wrist band things... I refrained from buying it all so that I could outbid any fool who tried to buy that squirt gun. As the moment neared a smile creeped up my face because I knew I would have it. I was so excited. Then the moment came. He took the gun from the depleted pile of goods.... but then a foul remark sprang from his lips. He said "Okay, class. On this bid we are going have it so that people with the maximum amount of money can't bid"..... WHA??? I snapped. An eruption came, and I didn't hold back. From the midst of the gabble of fifth graders Zak stood up and yelled at Mr. Fullmer "THATS NOT FAIR YOU STUPID FAGGET!!!" silence. more silence. Awe struck faces looked towards me. Mr. Fullmer very quietly said "Zak, go in the hall now." As I walked out defiantly the other kids gave me high fives and looked at me with respect. Mr. Fulmer then came outside to tell me how I need to respect him. I wasn't able to bid on anything in the end. The end

Lets now go to senior year at Alta High. I was voted one of the "top ten hottest seniors of Alta High". Something to be so proud of. I was interviewed by the newspaper people (Alta newspaper) and I was asked questions like "If you were to get a tatoo, what would it be and why?" I said that I would get a big smiley face on my chest. That would be hot.

I have kind of an embarrassing secret. Well, probably most of you already know this, but I am freaking amazing at Dance Dance Revolution. The reason I don't feel cocky saying that I am way good at it is because it is way nerdy. Seriously. The only people you see that are way good at DDR are little asian kids at the mall. I am one of them. I do have to admit, though, that it is extremely fun and good for exercise.

During High School I had some crazy friends. One in particular. I wont release his name, but man, he was constantly destroying his parents vehicles in the name of fun. On one occasion we were looking for something to do, so he decided that he would get the keys to the new Toyota 4runner that they were trying to sell. (It was parked on wasatch blvd. with a for sale sign in the window. Oh, and did I mention? Yes, his drivers license was suspended for too many citations) Anyways, we went and got the car. There were about 8 of us, so there were 4 in the middle and 2 in the very back. We went joyriding around town (it was winter, so there was a lot of snow) and he decided to pop it into four wheel drive and do doughnuts in a park. Not in a parking lot, but in the park where there is grass (and there was about a foot of snow). Fun night. Another time we (about 8 of us again) were in his parents suburban joyriding around. We ended up at Lone Peak elementary where somebody dared him to drive up the stairs from the blacktop to the playground. He accepted the challenge and started up the stairs. We were about half way up when the back bumper began to drag horribly on the asphalt. He tried to back up, but all that did was dig the hitch into the asphalt more and more. By the time we all got out to look the hitch was completely buried under the black top. It took a couple jacks and a wench to get it out. Other idiotic things that this friend did while I wasn't there included driving a different suburban up corner canyon and getting four flat tires. He was a winner.

Another crazy experience of mine is when I was stuck in the Paris airport for THREE DAYS trying to get home. Man. I went to France with a friend for three weeks and the entire trip only cost me $500!!! (I can be a frugal freddy) Part of the price break included flying stand-by. Let me tell you, those three days were the most stressful of my life. I was about to have a breakdown by the time I finally made it home. Oh, and while I was in the airport I made friends that were also flying standby... One of them was this guy going to Stanford studying law or something, and we were making small talk. I saw he had a wedding ring on his finger and I asked "So where do you and your wife live?" He responded: "Oh, well my husband lives in Paris"... That was awkward.

Another secret of mine is that I have a secret blog. It was the first blog that I ever created, and it contains all of the past experiences of my dating life. It goes through each girl that I dated, what happened, and why it ended. The entire reason that I created THIS blog was to use it as a decoy to the real, secret dating blog. Turns out it was not secret in the very time I needed it to be secret. I thought that I had set it so that nobody can see it unless they go directly to the site, but when Tiffanie and I started dating she found it somehow. We had just barely started dating, so she almost blew me off because of it. whew! Close one. Oh, and I'm not telling you what the address is to my secret blog. Its a secret.

I tag IKE!