Arizona would be nice....

Hello sunny AZ! So good news...I got an interview at the U of Arizona School of Medicine!!! Yeah, we're not excited about it or anything...PSYCH!!! We're pretty much suuuuuper excited. It good news that it came this early in the interview season and that we have pretty good ties to Arizona, and they have a Nutrition program for Leis. And I'm pretty much the luckiest man on the planet to have a supportive wife that is as excited as I am about this. So everyone cross your fingers and pray your gutts out for us so we can stay close to Utah for the next four years and not in a far far away land....you laugh...but serioiusly...pray....alot...

VIVA ARIZONA!!

I had a very Harry-Potter moment today. You know the scene, I think it's in the fourth movie, when the Weasley family sets up their tent at the world cup? They get all set up with a dingy old tent, but when they go inside it's massive and wonderful! That happened to me today. Some of the restrooms here at school can be pretty sketch...aka roughly %85 can be classified as "sketch". So as I approached a door labeled "Mens" (hey, that's me!) I expected to enter into another dark and moldy dungeon of a public restroom. What I found however was none such place! I opened the door to find a vaulted-ceilinged-freshly-scrubbed-decently-painted bathroom!!! I couldn't believe it! I was so amazed that I determined to write about it...so here I am...writing about it...I'm weird, I know. Anyway, it was a small ray of sunshine in an otherwise long and tiring day. I hope you found it as enjoyable as I did.

3:00 A.M...what comes to your mind when you hear 3:00 A.M.?...personally I think , "zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...but what would Leisa be thinking at 3:00 A.M.?..."I gotta get to class!!!!" That's right, at 3:00 A.M. this morning, Leisa was walking to class. Apparently she woke up at 2:20...literally two hours after she had gone to bed...and thought her clock said 6:20. So, in her usualy routine, she got up, got ready, and got out the door. It wasn't until she got to 5th South that she suddenly realized, "hey, there's no cars on the road...that's odd." It was then that she rechecked her phone and realized, "Hey, it's 3 A.M....AHHH!! IT'S 3 A.M.!!!!" So she walked home and got back in bed until she was supposed to get up. So next time you wake up at 3 A.M., GO BACK TO BED!!

And the prodigal son returns...

Wow, talk about a "blog drought", it's been so long since I've written that I forgot my password and stuff...that's embarrasing. Anyway, I was just bored and thought I'd take it up again...not that my life is any more interesting or exciting in any way, I'm still really lame. I do however have a pretty funny storry to tell. It's about wedding planning. You heard it, wedding planning. If you haven't heard (which is probably the case, because apparently I even forgot to tell close relatives...my bad) I'm now engaged to be married...weird I know...but it's true! Anyway, back to the story. So Leisa (my better half) takes me along to talk with the caterer. We show up all ready to be wowed with their selection. Only one small problem however. I didn't understand half of what they were talking about. I mean, I remember when I was a greeny in the mission field learning spanish. People would jabber at me in spanish and I just had to smile and nod because didn't knwo if they were complimenting me or offending my honor. I felt the same way when the caterer (or the "Food Dude" as I call them) started spoutin off food names, exotic breads and cheeses, varieties of salads (in my mind, "there's more than one kind of salad?"), and the list goes on!! The best part is that after all the jiberish had escaped, Leisa and her mom look at me and ask, "Well, what sounds good to you Coby?" Stunned silence ensued...still ensuing...still ensuing...just breath Coby, you'll be okay, just wing it and they'll never know. So with all the quick whit I could muster I graciously offer my opinion on the matter, "That sounds tastey." Yeah, way to go Coby, should I start digging your grave now or do you want to do it yourself? Leisa hits me in the arm and tells me to act my age and her mom just rolls her eyes with the look of "Oh, what a typical guy." Not good Cob, not good at all. So I've come to a conlcusion as of late. After experiencing the caterer and the cake decorator the night before, I've decided that if a guy is going to venture into the exciting world of wedding plans you gotta do you homework!!! If not, it's like walking into a tigers den with nothing but a cattle prod, it's just gonna cause more raucous. So get online, study a little, get yourself informed!!! Because I'm here to warn you that if you don't, you'll end up like me, with a sore arm and injured pride.

Wow, talk about bored. It's 10:30 Saturday morning and I've been in class (yes I said class) for 2 and a half hours! I have this MCAT prep course every Saturday from 8 to 12...barf. Today, and the reason that I'm so bored is because today is Organic Chemistry II review. If you thought going to O Chem class during the week was boring, try sittin through it on a Saturday....when you could be watching college basketball and preping to kick Dallon's and Dad's trash in the March Madness and Mayhem! Anyway, I'm posting this simply as a means to keep me awake and not snoring. The picture explains it all...I feel your pain buddy!

sad day

Okay, you're probably wondering why I have a picture of a sad little monkey on my blog....and that would be because this is how I feel on the inside....a sad little chimpanzee (I think that's how you spell it). And do you know why I'm a sad little monkey? Because no one is commenting on my posts!!!! Remember the rules?...you read it, you comment......pretty please?....with a cherry on top? Okay, so mostly I just want to know that actual people I might know read this and not just some random guy in arctic siberia who thinks I'm the epitomy of America (he wouldn't be that far off though hey?), cause if not than this sad little chimp is gonna find a new home....yeah, take that, what now?!

Seriously though, how can you resist a sad chimp like that?

Basketball at the HYPR

So sometimes I get a little stressed and my brains shuts down, but that's normal right? Right (at least that's what I tell myself). When this happens I usually just make my way down to the Field House here at the University of Utah and join in a few pickup-games of 4-on-4 basketball with some random guys and it helps me cool down and I can study again. Yesterday however, I was in for a special treat. It was raining so I didn't want to walk all the way down to the Field House so I had to satisfy myself with the HYPR just down the road. I've never played there mind you, so this was an adventure from the begining. After searching for at least 25 minutes to find a court that wasn't taken by senior citizen arobics, a really scary karate guy, and the university cheerleading squad (how you doin'?), I finally found a free court that was just being cleared out by volleyball players (have you seen the size of those guys?! They're ginormous!!"). As the goliaths walked out I (a goliath inside....and that's what counts right?...right.) walked in to shoot around a bit. But then to my surprise company showed up....short company. I was pretty sure that I'd found the missing Chinese basketball team. There were about 20 in all and I"m pretty sure that maybe two of them, maybe two, were taller than me! Talk about a self-esteem booster! But then came the road-block....I wanted to play with them...they wanted me to play....but I don't speak Mandarine Chinese....and aparently they don't speak any shape or form of audible english (which doesn't say they didn't try to grunt a few syllables out). Yeah, talk about akward. Then out of no where this older guy (and by "older" I mean in his late 60's) comes in and acts like he knows exactly what they're saying and forms up teams and they get started! Okay, what the heck just happened?! I've been trying to understand what they're saying for the last half hour and this guys waltzes in here and goes General Patton on me and takes charge! All I got out of them was that they had a ball and they were from China....that's it. I tried to get them to form teams and start playing and they looked at me like I was a retard and basically shunned me to the far corner to play by myself (oh no! not kindergarten all over again!). However, after seeing them play for a while I was kinda glad I didn't speak Mandarine because I'm pretty sure that they sent a handfull of guys to the hospital because they might have been under the impression they were playing hockey...and look out Wayne Gretzky, cause they've got a mean hip-check. So after that little adventure I was ready to go back and study. Needless to say the first physics problem I attempt begins, "The US basketball team goes to China to play an exhibition game...." too funny. (ps, I flippin rocked that problem! I'm all over air pressures!)

Conflict of Interest

Okay, it's Bowl Season people!! I've been living in heaven for the last week and a half. First Christmas and then started the College Football Bowl Season!! This is a time of utter joy and fulfillment. I get to sit and watch college football all day if I feel like it....well, except if my Dad yells at me from the top of the stairs to do something outside, then I go arunning. Anyway, different story for a different blog. Back to the subject at hand. Today is the Sugar Bowl. Usually one of the most talked-up bowl games of the season. This year though, I seem to be torn once again. Do I cheer for Utah or Alabama. I attend the University of Utah, but I like big East coast schools (except Florida, deffinately don't like Florida). Also there's the conflict that they both wear Red! All my life I've cheered for teams that sport the Blue hue...Tyler's little league KC Royals, my little league Rockies, the Sky View Bobcats in High School, the occasional USU Aggies, and all through the years the true Blue BYU Cougars (a moment of silence for the Vegas Bowl...cry cry.). So when it comes to cheering for a team that wears red I just can't do it. The rival Red Sox in little league, the Logan Grizzlies in High School, and the most recent Utah Utes....I just can't get myself to cheer for someone wearing red, call me crazy, but I just can't do it. It feels like drinking Pepto Bismal, it might help in the very very very long run, but it's nothing I'd do willingly. So today is a day of reconning, a day to decide, do I really want to cheer for anyone wearing red? And then I realize, I won't have to, Utah is most likely going to be blown out anyway so Alabama doesn't need my cheers...problem solved.