So... this is the last episode I'll be posting in written format... I really don't want to spoil the rest of the season in case we decide to actually film these. But here's a taste of Episode 5... enjoy!
Episode 5- Ping Pong
(Dan’s playing ping pong. Bart comes in)
B: It’s the Dan. …. Why do you play ping pong? You’re not China knees.
D: Uh, I think you mean Chinese.
B: That’s what I said… China knees.
D: No, I’m not CHInese. But you know ping pong is world renown sport, right? Not only do the Chinese play it. But also the Korean, German, Vietnamese, Japanese…
B: … the Italian knees, the Mexico knees, the America knees...
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B: So if you play ping pong so much… why aren’t you good at table tennis?
D: I AM good at table tennis. Table tennis and ping pong are the same thing.
B: If they were the same thing then wouldn’t they be called the same thing?
D: Not if their sameness is represented within the thing. Argh. Do I really have to dumb this down for you? They're the same.
B: Obviously they’re not the same. In ping pong you use ping bong balls. In table tennis you use table tennis balls.
D: Do you even know what a table tennis ball is?
B: It’s a tennis ball… but smaller.... with a table in it… under the net serve, out of bounds line judge.
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Dan decides to teach Bart how to play.
(Bart doesn’t have a paddle)
B: Why don’t I have a paddle?
D: Who told you you have to have a paddle?
B: Well… I just thought…
D: Yeah well don’t. Did Mr. Miagi give Danielson a samurai sword? No. He gave him a bucket of soapy water. Did Trainer Mickey give Rocky Balboa boxing gloves? No. He put him in a meat locker. Did Darth Vader give Luke Skywalker a lightsaber? No. He cut off his hand.
(Bart gets pelted by ping pong balls)
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Bart and Dan- Episode 2
**Since we've had a flood/tidal wave of comments from the Pilot episode (thanks mom), we've decided to share Episode 2 with you. We want you all to know that this is serious and we're serious. So, SO serious.
Episode 2- Bart Writes A Theme Song For The Band They’re Not In
Scene 1
Bart is sitting with large earmuff headphones mumbling to different songs: (Almost maybe similarly kinda like the Lebron James commercial)
I Don’t Wanna Wait- Paula Cole
Quit Playing Games- BSB
If We Were a Movie- Hannah Montana
Encarnacion- Nacho Libre
Big Girls Don’t Cry- Fergie
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Scene 2
Montage of Bart playing different ‘instruments’: Guitar hero/ plastic recorder/ harmonica
B is playing the harmonica and slowly transitions to licking it.
D: Is that ketchup?
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Scene 3: Real guitar
B: See, guitar hero really does make you the guitar’s hero. I just saved this *brand name* six string acoustic from the burning, hot flames of a three-story house fire.
D: No you didn’t.
B: Well I rescued her from an evil tyrannical oppressor.
D: You took it from Cameron’s room.
(shot of Cameron with shirt off rubbing his belly and brushing his teeth)
B: *playing and singing* Let your hair down, Repunzel… and I’ll save you from the evil tyrant who’s badguy name is Cameron…
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Closing Scene
Dan plays amazingly on the classical guitar.
Episode 2- Bart Writes A Theme Song For The Band They’re Not In
Scene 1
Bart is sitting with large earmuff headphones mumbling to different songs: (Almost maybe similarly kinda like the Lebron James commercial)
I Don’t Wanna Wait- Paula Cole
Quit Playing Games- BSB
If We Were a Movie- Hannah Montana
Encarnacion- Nacho Libre
Big Girls Don’t Cry- Fergie
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Scene 2
Montage of Bart playing different ‘instruments’: Guitar hero/ plastic recorder/ harmonica
B is playing the harmonica and slowly transitions to licking it.
D: Is that ketchup?
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Scene 3: Real guitar
B: See, guitar hero really does make you the guitar’s hero. I just saved this *brand name* six string acoustic from the burning, hot flames of a three-story house fire.
D: No you didn’t.
B: Well I rescued her from an evil tyrannical oppressor.
D: You took it from Cameron’s room.
(shot of Cameron with shirt off rubbing his belly and brushing his teeth)
B: *playing and singing* Let your hair down, Repunzel… and I’ll save you from the evil tyrant who’s badguy name is Cameron…
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Closing Scene
Dan plays amazingly on the classical guitar.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Bart and Dan- Pilot
*Many of you have been whining and complaining that I haven't posted in for-ev-ER. (Mainly Tia and Will-Boy.) But I want you all to know I've been writing... my own TV show! It's called 'Bart and Dan' and shows us being us. I was going to surprise you all and post the videos. But since Dan and I haven't had time to film I'll give you the Pilot episode. And lets be honest here. It's only a small nibble of what will soon rival Seinfeld for America's #1 Sit-com.
Extended Pilot's First Rough Draft Outline
Scene 1 (Bart and dan on couch)
B: We should start making videos
First thing we need- band name! (without hesitation) Flight of the Conchords.
D: First of all… the first thing we need is a camera and video editing software. Both of which I don’t have. Secondly… we’re not in a band. Even if there was a band to be in, WE wouldn't be in it because YOU suck at playing stuff… and you can’t use that name.
(bart starts dancing and flapping his arms) It’s like we’re flying… we’re happy, elated birds… look at us… bein’ birds…. wait, wha?
D: Someone already has that band name.
B: I don’t believe it.
D: That doesn't matter, it’s true.
B: (Runs off) Google it!
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Scene 2
(at computer)
D: See. These guys already use that name.
B: So. We can still use it.
D; No we can’t. It’s called copyright infringement.
B: : (mumbling to himself) I'll show you lopynight debingement... huh wha?
Look. Just because someone uses a name doesn’t mean we can’t use it too. Look at Michael Jackson and Michael Jordan. Jennifer Garner and Jennifer ‘I love you’ Hewitt. Paris Hilton and… Paris… France.
D: That's not the same.
B: Why? It should be.
D: Naming a person is different than naming a band.
B: Is it though? Is it? (sarcastic at first… then sincerely interested) No but really… is it?
D: Touche. . .Look you just can't use that name. People will get confused and think that we are the Flight of the Chonchords from New Zealand, which might increase our viewership initially, but more than likely people would just feel ripped off since we are not the Original Flight of the Chonchords.
B: But what if we were the Flight of . . .
D:Just think of a different name. (walks off)
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Scene 3
(dan walks in- bart is lying on the floor surrounded by crumpled up pieces of paper)
(whiteboard covered with alterations of ‘Flight of the Conchords’
Might of the A-chord, D-chord etc. And one really long name with all sorts of music terms that don’t make any sense)
B: (clearly dying from dehydration) Need… water…
D: What the Bart?!…Dude, you look horrible. How long have you been here?
B: Four days. I just want to be a bird.
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Closing scene
(Bart makes dan put out his arms then connects his stetched out arms to dans)
B: (whispers to dan) Okay, now flap!
D: You know it’s a condor, right?
B: (smiling) Look, we’re a two headed concord. Kaka!
Extended Pilot's First Rough Draft Outline
Scene 1 (Bart and dan on couch)
B: We should start making videos
First thing we need- band name! (without hesitation) Flight of the Conchords.
D: First of all… the first thing we need is a camera and video editing software. Both of which I don’t have. Secondly… we’re not in a band. Even if there was a band to be in, WE wouldn't be in it because YOU suck at playing stuff… and you can’t use that name.
(bart starts dancing and flapping his arms) It’s like we’re flying… we’re happy, elated birds… look at us… bein’ birds…. wait, wha?
D: Someone already has that band name.
B: I don’t believe it.
D: That doesn't matter, it’s true.
B: (Runs off) Google it!
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Scene 2
(at computer)
D: See. These guys already use that name.
B: So. We can still use it.
D; No we can’t. It’s called copyright infringement.
B: : (mumbling to himself) I'll show you lopynight debingement... huh wha?
Look. Just because someone uses a name doesn’t mean we can’t use it too. Look at Michael Jackson and Michael Jordan. Jennifer Garner and Jennifer ‘I love you’ Hewitt. Paris Hilton and… Paris… France.
D: That's not the same.
B: Why? It should be.
D: Naming a person is different than naming a band.
B: Is it though? Is it? (sarcastic at first… then sincerely interested) No but really… is it?
D: Touche. . .Look you just can't use that name. People will get confused and think that we are the Flight of the Chonchords from New Zealand, which might increase our viewership initially, but more than likely people would just feel ripped off since we are not the Original Flight of the Chonchords.
B: But what if we were the Flight of . . .
D:Just think of a different name. (walks off)
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Scene 3
(dan walks in- bart is lying on the floor surrounded by crumpled up pieces of paper)
(whiteboard covered with alterations of ‘Flight of the Conchords’
Might of the A-chord, D-chord etc. And one really long name with all sorts of music terms that don’t make any sense)
B: (clearly dying from dehydration) Need… water…
D: What the Bart?!…Dude, you look horrible. How long have you been here?
B: Four days. I just want to be a bird.
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Closing scene
(Bart makes dan put out his arms then connects his stetched out arms to dans)
B: (whispers to dan) Okay, now flap!
D: You know it’s a condor, right?
B: (smiling) Look, we’re a two headed concord. Kaka!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I'm just like you... but ten times better.
I found these Vitamin Water commercials the other day... Enjoy!
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Steve Nash Connection
Everyone who reads my blog knows I have a slight man-crush on Steve Nash. And if you didn't quite catch that from the pics, videos, and hearts scribbled around his name in my diary... I mean, uh... look, a bromance can be a healthy part of a single man's life.
Well, I finally found it. The connection of my world to his. And no, I'm not talking about having the same hairstyle, ballin' shoes, or game time mannerisms. Nor am I talking about ballin' with him when I dream, doing his off-season work out, or studying his game film. What I am talking about is a real life, actual connection... in my mind.
Try and keep up... I'm from Wyoming. My mom's two brothers live there. One of them owns a smoothie shop called RubyJuice. I worked there for a few summers. A girl named Kelley also worked there. Kelley's mom, Caren, was best friends growing up with Alvin Gentry. Who is Alvin Gentry? Alvin Gentry is the Phoenix Suns head coach, after being an assistant coach since 2004. Gentry is the coach of Steve Nash!
Someday, I'll find it. The Steve Nash Connection: B-ball and Steve Nash and me.
Well, I finally found it. The connection of my world to his. And no, I'm not talking about having the same hairstyle, ballin' shoes, or game time mannerisms. Nor am I talking about ballin' with him when I dream, doing his off-season work out, or studying his game film. What I am talking about is a real life, actual connection... in my mind.
Try and keep up... I'm from Wyoming. My mom's two brothers live there. One of them owns a smoothie shop called RubyJuice. I worked there for a few summers. A girl named Kelley also worked there. Kelley's mom, Caren, was best friends growing up with Alvin Gentry. Who is Alvin Gentry? Alvin Gentry is the Phoenix Suns head coach, after being an assistant coach since 2004. Gentry is the coach of Steve Nash!
Someday, I'll find it. The Steve Nash Connection: B-ball and Steve Nash and me.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Love's Letter
Dear Bart,
This is a love letter to yourself from myself. Not that I am overly infatuated with me, which I very well could be, but after a historic look at my previous V-day experiences, and most likely this one, I figure it’s time to prepare to not spend one alone. (Man, I miss elementary school.)
Elementary school was easy. You get a milk carton, cut it in half, throw some glue and red paper on it, and you have your V-day basket. It’s primed and ready to be filled with all sorts of pre-made love notes. (My real friends gave me the White Power Ranger.) Mom bakes some cookies with pink frosting and then makes sure you have enough Ninja Turtle Valentines for EVERYONE in your class. Yes, even Stinky Bruce Anderson.
(You know you have just enough for your friends, but when it comes time to pass them out, you just can’t seem to find the one for Stinky Bruce anywhere.)
Now, you didn’t know much about relationships, in fact, you didn’t know much about girls. (And judging by your present circumstance, you haven’t learned much since 2nd grade.) You also didn’t know that your 2nd grade Valentine’s Day was going turn your world upside-down.
What you did know was that girls were dumb, smelt funny, looked funny, and had koodies. And now, on Valentine’s Day you were supposed to like at least one of them for an entire day. You didn’t like that you knew this... you didn't like it one bit. You just wanted to go to recess.
Jennifer Perkins was the most popular girl in class. She came up to you and your friend, Aaron Roybal, and said she was going to choose her Valentine at the end of the day. You weren’t really sure what that meant, you just wanted to go to recess, but you figured she’d choose you… you had a history together…
In kindergarten, you won at bingo during a school open house. You had never won anything in your life and were really excited, only to get up to the front of the room to be given a pink, sparkly, girly teddy bear. You were embarrassed and nearly started crying. When Jen offered to trade you the baseball bear she had won earlier for the girly bear. You instantly made a friend, translation: you wouldn’t make AS MUCH fun of her for being a girl. (Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure it was Jen, it could have been some other girl, it was a long time ago. But for the sake of the story…)
In second grade, your class had a story writing contest. You wrote about a turtle that fell in a lake, couldn’t swim, learned to swim, didn’t give up, and made it out of the water alive. Jen wrote a story with a rose on the cover. You still don’t know what it was about. But it was good. She won for ‘Best Illustrations’.
You rode the bus together and threw snowballs at each other. And I think you liked the fact that she had green boogers. Like neon, bright, grass-green boogers. (What? I was eight and I liked boogers.)
Throughout the day, and on into the class party, you see Jennifer and her friends looking at you and Aaron and whispering to each other. You just really want to go to recess. On the bus at the end of the day, Jennifer walks over to you and gives you a tiny piece of paper. You open it and written in pencil are the words ‘I love you’. You look up at her and smile (I’m sure you were blushing for the first time in your life) and she says… “I choose you.” Your first crush. Your first Valentine. (Then Aaron gets the rest of the guys to start the dreaded chant: Bart and Jennifer sittin' in a tree... you slug him in the arm. Take that.)
That was a long time ago. You’ve had many Valentine’s Days and many crushes since then. You’ve pulled off some pretty impressive moves trying to capture the one that will put the sparkle in your eye. And you’ve been surprised at how resilient a re-broken heart can be. But you learned a life lesson that day: girls have complete and total power, and control, over everything in the entire universe… times infinity.
Sincerely,
Bart
This is a love letter to yourself from myself. Not that I am overly infatuated with me, which I very well could be, but after a historic look at my previous V-day experiences, and most likely this one, I figure it’s time to prepare to not spend one alone. (Man, I miss elementary school.)
Elementary school was easy. You get a milk carton, cut it in half, throw some glue and red paper on it, and you have your V-day basket. It’s primed and ready to be filled with all sorts of pre-made love notes. (My real friends gave me the White Power Ranger.) Mom bakes some cookies with pink frosting and then makes sure you have enough Ninja Turtle Valentines for EVERYONE in your class. Yes, even Stinky Bruce Anderson.
(You know you have just enough for your friends, but when it comes time to pass them out, you just can’t seem to find the one for Stinky Bruce anywhere.)
Now, you didn’t know much about relationships, in fact, you didn’t know much about girls. (And judging by your present circumstance, you haven’t learned much since 2nd grade.) You also didn’t know that your 2nd grade Valentine’s Day was going turn your world upside-down.
What you did know was that girls were dumb, smelt funny, looked funny, and had koodies. And now, on Valentine’s Day you were supposed to like at least one of them for an entire day. You didn’t like that you knew this... you didn't like it one bit. You just wanted to go to recess.
Jennifer Perkins was the most popular girl in class. She came up to you and your friend, Aaron Roybal, and said she was going to choose her Valentine at the end of the day. You weren’t really sure what that meant, you just wanted to go to recess, but you figured she’d choose you… you had a history together…
In kindergarten, you won at bingo during a school open house. You had never won anything in your life and were really excited, only to get up to the front of the room to be given a pink, sparkly, girly teddy bear. You were embarrassed and nearly started crying. When Jen offered to trade you the baseball bear she had won earlier for the girly bear. You instantly made a friend, translation: you wouldn’t make AS MUCH fun of her for being a girl. (Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure it was Jen, it could have been some other girl, it was a long time ago. But for the sake of the story…)
In second grade, your class had a story writing contest. You wrote about a turtle that fell in a lake, couldn’t swim, learned to swim, didn’t give up, and made it out of the water alive. Jen wrote a story with a rose on the cover. You still don’t know what it was about. But it was good. She won for ‘Best Illustrations’.
You rode the bus together and threw snowballs at each other. And I think you liked the fact that she had green boogers. Like neon, bright, grass-green boogers. (What? I was eight and I liked boogers.)
Throughout the day, and on into the class party, you see Jennifer and her friends looking at you and Aaron and whispering to each other. You just really want to go to recess. On the bus at the end of the day, Jennifer walks over to you and gives you a tiny piece of paper. You open it and written in pencil are the words ‘I love you’. You look up at her and smile (I’m sure you were blushing for the first time in your life) and she says… “I choose you.” Your first crush. Your first Valentine. (Then Aaron gets the rest of the guys to start the dreaded chant: Bart and Jennifer sittin' in a tree... you slug him in the arm. Take that.)
That was a long time ago. You’ve had many Valentine’s Days and many crushes since then. You’ve pulled off some pretty impressive moves trying to capture the one that will put the sparkle in your eye. And you’ve been surprised at how resilient a re-broken heart can be. But you learned a life lesson that day: girls have complete and total power, and control, over everything in the entire universe… times infinity.
Sincerely,
Bart
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Some of the Bart...
For all you non-facebook users and my madre... 25 random things... careful... it'll rip your face off.
1. I was really shy growing up… I still am in certain situations. I just fake that I’m not.
2. I use wittiness as a defense mechanism to thwart all attackers from breaching the outer wall of ME.
3. I wish I was still a kid. School was easy, I dominated at sports, girls liked me, all my meals were homemade, I saved my money to buy baseball cards.
4. My beverages of choice are: Whole milk, Gatorade, and Dr. Pepper.
5. I don’t understand a single thing about Chemistry.
6. I hardly ever remember my dreams. Really, I’m lucky if I can recall one dream per month. My most recent remembrance: I was on the Phoenix Suns playing with Steve Nash against the Dallas Mavericks and I hit the game winner over Dirk. Any surprise there?
7. I hate winter. It might be because I am the size of Nastia Luken, or because I grew up in the tundra-ed wilderness of Wyoming. The real reason? I am a normal minded person. Who in their right mind likes being cold? This hatred has driven me to several months of social hibernation.
8. I’ve been skydiving and recommend it often. I would love to go again… next time I’ll be sure to wear a helmet.
9. I already have 3 names picked out for 3 kids… now I’m just working on the twins’ names…
10. I WILL have a golden retriever, and a chocolate/yellow/black lab.
11. I hate shopping… mostly because I never have enough money to go shopping. (food/clothing/whatever) And when I do have money… I hate the fact that I have to use it to go shopping. Then, when I’m done shopping, I hate that I no longer have that money because I just used it to shop.
12. I’ve never had braces.
13. My favorite place in the world is Mallorca: an island in the Mediterranean just off the coast of Spain. I lived there for 6 months and would love to have a summer house on the coast!
14. The most I have ever weighed is 167 lbs… the least… 2 lbs 2oz…
15. My favorite band of all time is Five Iron Frenzy. They’re a ska band. I hate ska.
16. I have a gnarly scar across my left shoulder blade that extends down to the side of my ribcage. My grandparents took me on an African safari and we got a little too close to the lion cubs… just kidding… really, I was working one summer in Orange County and was learning to surf with some buddies, a shark came out of no where… no, not really… we went up into the Wyoming wilderness for Scouts and we were collecting wood to take home for the fireplace, I scaled a tree with a small hatchet while my older brother worked on a tree nearby… he chopped it down, it swung in my direction and knocked me out of my tree… I fell at least twenty feet and landed on the hatchet… yeah… that’s not true either. Do you want the real story?
17. I once pelted a girl on a bicycle with a water balloon, from at least 50 yards away, with a homemade water balloon launcher. She fell off. (Thank you Jordan) One of the greatest days of my life.
18. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
19. I went through a roller hockey phase in 6th/7th grade. Two-on-two roller hockey. I hated being goalie. I also went through a WCW wrestling phase that included choke-slamming my little brother on the trampoline and on couches. That’s not safe. Should I mention the Backstreet Boys phase? No? What about Hannah Montana?
20. I hate writing with pencils!! If I do, it HAS to be mechanical. I also HATE the feeling of cotton balls and the little squeaking sound!!! It drives me nuts!
21. I’ve always wanted to learn how to do a backflip. The one time I tried was on the beach in California and I ended up with a face full of sand.
22. I loooooove going to baseball games! Sunflower seeds, peanuts, Big League Chew, Dr. Pepper, Hot Dogs and Nachos! I can’t wait for Spring!
23. I once coached a 5th grade girls basketball team… also a women’s college basketball team… you’d think there’d be a difference in the level of talent… haha jk
24. I went to high school with a bazillion of my cousins… I wish we could hang out all the time!
25. I grew up on a Wyoming ranch!
1. I was really shy growing up… I still am in certain situations. I just fake that I’m not.
2. I use wittiness as a defense mechanism to thwart all attackers from breaching the outer wall of ME.
3. I wish I was still a kid. School was easy, I dominated at sports, girls liked me, all my meals were homemade, I saved my money to buy baseball cards.
4. My beverages of choice are: Whole milk, Gatorade, and Dr. Pepper.
5. I don’t understand a single thing about Chemistry.
6. I hardly ever remember my dreams. Really, I’m lucky if I can recall one dream per month. My most recent remembrance: I was on the Phoenix Suns playing with Steve Nash against the Dallas Mavericks and I hit the game winner over Dirk. Any surprise there?
7. I hate winter. It might be because I am the size of Nastia Luken, or because I grew up in the tundra-ed wilderness of Wyoming. The real reason? I am a normal minded person. Who in their right mind likes being cold? This hatred has driven me to several months of social hibernation.
8. I’ve been skydiving and recommend it often. I would love to go again… next time I’ll be sure to wear a helmet.
9. I already have 3 names picked out for 3 kids… now I’m just working on the twins’ names…
10. I WILL have a golden retriever, and a chocolate/yellow/black lab.
11. I hate shopping… mostly because I never have enough money to go shopping. (food/clothing/whatever) And when I do have money… I hate the fact that I have to use it to go shopping. Then, when I’m done shopping, I hate that I no longer have that money because I just used it to shop.
12. I’ve never had braces.
13. My favorite place in the world is Mallorca: an island in the Mediterranean just off the coast of Spain. I lived there for 6 months and would love to have a summer house on the coast!
14. The most I have ever weighed is 167 lbs… the least… 2 lbs 2oz…
15. My favorite band of all time is Five Iron Frenzy. They’re a ska band. I hate ska.
16. I have a gnarly scar across my left shoulder blade that extends down to the side of my ribcage. My grandparents took me on an African safari and we got a little too close to the lion cubs… just kidding… really, I was working one summer in Orange County and was learning to surf with some buddies, a shark came out of no where… no, not really… we went up into the Wyoming wilderness for Scouts and we were collecting wood to take home for the fireplace, I scaled a tree with a small hatchet while my older brother worked on a tree nearby… he chopped it down, it swung in my direction and knocked me out of my tree… I fell at least twenty feet and landed on the hatchet… yeah… that’s not true either. Do you want the real story?
17. I once pelted a girl on a bicycle with a water balloon, from at least 50 yards away, with a homemade water balloon launcher. She fell off. (Thank you Jordan) One of the greatest days of my life.
18. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
19. I went through a roller hockey phase in 6th/7th grade. Two-on-two roller hockey. I hated being goalie. I also went through a WCW wrestling phase that included choke-slamming my little brother on the trampoline and on couches. That’s not safe. Should I mention the Backstreet Boys phase? No? What about Hannah Montana?
20. I hate writing with pencils!! If I do, it HAS to be mechanical. I also HATE the feeling of cotton balls and the little squeaking sound!!! It drives me nuts!
21. I’ve always wanted to learn how to do a backflip. The one time I tried was on the beach in California and I ended up with a face full of sand.
22. I loooooove going to baseball games! Sunflower seeds, peanuts, Big League Chew, Dr. Pepper, Hot Dogs and Nachos! I can’t wait for Spring!
23. I once coached a 5th grade girls basketball team… also a women’s college basketball team… you’d think there’d be a difference in the level of talent… haha jk
24. I went to high school with a bazillion of my cousins… I wish we could hang out all the time!
25. I grew up on a Wyoming ranch!
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