The No-Cry YouTube Challenge

A while ago, I was browsing Reddit when I stumbled upon the "19 Video No Cry Challenge." Holy crap, they weren't kidding about the challenge part. I definitely shed a tear or two. Don't worry - they were manly tears. Anyway, I wanted to share the playlist with you to see how well you could do. This is a significantly shorter version of the playlist, with only six videos, and a couple of bonus, extra credit vids. If you can make it all the way through this without breaking down, I'm seriously impressed, and a bit scared that you may be heartless.

In the comments section, let me know how you did, how far you got, and which video really did you in. I want to hear from you! Yes, that means you - person who's been lurking forever and remaining anonymous. The total playlist time is 34 minutes. It's 41 if you add the extra credit videos at the end (and I recommend you do, since they're pretty good).

Warning: I'm not joking around, this could make you ugly cry.


Good luck.





*warning: one N-word.





*warning: A handful of F-bombs dropped and other language.

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Good luck making it through all ten minutes here. I had to quit within three.

Bonus Extra Credit Videos. These are a lot easier to watch than the other videos, and have a happier tone.







And now that you're a sobbing mess, here's a video to make you happy again:

Also, since I haven't posted any photos in this post, 

here's a picture of me with a kitten.

Once again, let me know how you did.

The Story of My Forever Alone Life, Part 2

I finally adding a new cartoon to my blog, but I'm trying something new.

I'll write about it later, but I just recently started an internship that has let me keep and iPad for the entire summer!  So I'm going to be using an app I downloaded called Tinker Paint. The drawings won't look as neat as they were, but they'll be more "freehand."

Anywho, on to my story.

So I signed up for a 2D-Design class last semester for my art minor. I was hopeful that the guy to girl ratio would be similar to what it was in my last art class - that is, about 17 girls to 3 guys, and two of those guys would be unavailable. I was also hoping that I would have better luck than I did last time (part one).

So on the first day of class, my wishes came true. The entire class was almost entirely girls. I decided to pic a seat in the middle of the room, in between two girls.

We introduced ourselves to each other and were getting along just merrily. Then I realized I had forgotten to check something.

(like how I'm too lazy to draw this picture twice and just reversed the last image?)

Indeed. Somehow, I had forgotten about the very first rule of BYU dating - check the freaking ring finger. 

Oh well, with one minute before class started, a girl was approaching the empty seat to the right, and I could see that she didn't have a ring. So that was okay.

But then:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm saving this seat for my husband."

Eff, I thought. Not only am I surrounded by married girls, I will now be subject to gross PDA to my right hand side. 

Two days later.

It was time for class again. This time I decided to sit as far away as possible from the side of the room that had been claimed by the married people, and meet new people.

No rings. . . Sorry, nothing against you married people, but you're just not as fun. And if I'm going to be in a class filled with girls, I don't see any reason why I should hang out with the unavailable ones. Sheesh.

Anyway, I sat down, introduced myself, and started chatting with my neighbors. We joked, we had some witty banter and comedic timing, we played the whole 20 questions game getting to know each other. And then class ended and we all stood up to leave.

Curses.

There's always next semester, right?

P.S. As I'm finishing up this post, I've decided that the best way to describe this art is "Draw Something-esque." By the way, if you want to play me, just let me know! I tend go all out.

An Act of Kindness on Valentine's Day

If you're a BYU student, you're probably familiar with the note shown below:

You might be familiar with this note even if you don't go to BYU. This story was picked up by every local station in Utah and even by The Daily Mail in the U.K..

But in case you're not, here's the really brief rundown: Brittany Molina, a 21-year-old accounting major, was studying in the library on Valentine's Day. For any girl, that would already be a drag. While she was studying, an anonymous male student passed her the above note and vanished. At first, she thought it was a Valentine, but obviously, it wasn't.This is what she was wearing at the time, by the way:

This is not outside the normal dress at BYU. In fact, here is the exact wording used in BYU's official Honor Code statement: 

"A clean and well-cared-for appearance should be maintained. Clothing is inappropriate when it is sleeveless, strapless, backless, or revealing; has slits above the knee; or is form fitting. Dresses, skirts, and shorts must be knee-length or longer. Hairstyles should be clean and neat, avoiding extremes in styles or colors. Excessive ear piercing (more than one per ear) and all other body piercing are not acceptable. Shoes should be worn in all public campus areas."

So here's my quick opinion about the guy that wrote that note:

1. You need to re-read the dress code statement.
2. If you feel the need to so brutally judge someone's spirituality based on the way they dress, at least pick someone that actually might need it.
3. Even if you do find someone who is breaking the dress and grooming standards, passing an anonymous note like that on Valentine's Day is tacky.
4. If you feel that what Brittany Molina was wearing makes you feel less "safe," you probably have a *cough* pornography *cough* problem. 

Anyway, I bring all that up because I wanted to share a story I heard in church today about another anonymous guy.

So this girl was sharing her testimony today in church and she talked about how she was also in the library on Valentine's Day, and there was guy wandering around with a large bouquet of flowers. He was walking up to all the girls who were studying alone and giving them a flower, wishing them a happy V-Day. And this girl actually teared up when she saw this guy going around, because of how kind he was being and how much she knew it must have meant to those girls (she was studying with another guy, so she didn't receive a flower herself).

Because of the media's taste for sensationalism, stories like this will almost never be reported, and this kid won't get the same media attention that Douchey McJudgemental will. Which is a darn shame, because I would much rather have my school be known as one that gives girls flowers rather than one that chastises them for wearing leggings.  Because of that, I wanted to share this short story with you, so that you can know that there are great guys out there who are willing to go out of their way to help a stranger.

TL;DR: Build people up by giving them flowers, rather than tear them down by calling them sinners.

Happy Birthday to Myself

Yeah, my birthday was clear back in January. I know, I'm a slacker at updating. But I wanted to share this true story with you:

Le random passing of friend on way to school

You Know You've Made It When. . .

On the day that I posted "One Whole Year of Being An RM!" my dad read it and liked it.  So he texted about it to my lil' brother.

That's right--I just added shading to that iPhone display in paint.  No big deal.

Unfortunately, my dad didn't realize that my brother was in school at the moment (seriously, what kind of teen is in a classroom on a weekday?).

He also didn't remember that the high school we go to has a very strict no-cellphone policy.

Five minutes later. . . .

Yeah, I'm pretty much famous now.