What Now?

What is the big thing to look forward to now that choir tour is over? (besides graduation) I am not certain.  I cannot help but think that Choir Tour was the highlight of my senior year.  It's sad to think that it has come and passed so quickly. It seems like only yesterday we were leaving for the trip, and now, here I sit in my home babysitting my sister.
This is my final year in high school, my parents home, and with some of my friends that I hold very dear.
What am I to look forward to now? Is this school year's activities and excitements over? All I can do is keep my chin up and make the best that I possibly can out of the remaining two months of high school.
Oh, and I'm 18 now.

Photoblog

My band, "Humble Everest" performing at the Velour in Provo Utah. I love playing  music for a crowd. It gives me a rush that I cannot put into words.

Shaving Skyler's head was our graduation present to him. Though the pigtails are there in the picture, they no longer exist. Unfortunately.

My best friends. We all have matching T Shirts because one of my other good friends got  them for us for Christmas. It was awesome.

Here we are at Temple Square. It was a lot of fun and a great spiritual experience to be able to sing our choir songs for the public. 

We saw it online, and did exactly what it told us not to do. My friends Daniel, Austin, Robert and I all  made these Meat Turtles. We, "Tried this at home" after seeing the idea online.

I just like this picture of me. It makes me look small in perspective to the world and all that it has to offer. All I can do is try my hardest and do my best to make it a better place.

As much as my little sister and I may fight at times, I am truly grateful that we were given each other as siblings. I can only hope that Tyson and Sarah are the same way; if not closer.

The Fifteen Minute Exploration of Bryce Clyde’s Brain

          Before you read this and make the assumption that I am on a mind altering substance, or have gone insane, let me explain what I was writing.  I was on assignment from Mrs. Walker, my Creative Writing teacher, to write a stream of conciousness paper continuously for fifteen minutes without lifting my fingers from the keyboard.  I was assigned a few words to include in my writing from a dictionary, among them are, derringer, Mezuzah, receptacle, and withdraw. Now, without further adue, I present to you, my assignment!

  A derringer is a funny word.  I don’t really know what it is used for, but I know that if I was indeed given one I would probably go crazy with it.  A small pistol, probably used to assassinate important political figures or something like that. Politics… I hate learning about it, but I love being taught by Mr. Alexander.  He’s just so funny and has a dry humor that makes me laugh so much. Another word I was given, (by my friend Nichelle) was Mezuzah, I’m not one hundred percent sure what it was actually used for, all I know is that it is a small container that has something to do with Biblical Passage.  I’m sure they were very important in the time of the Pharoahs and…. Kings and whatnot, but I could really care less that they survived hundreds of years or however long they’ve been around.  Well… that’s not necessarily true…. Because if those things weren’t around the parchment that the Bible was written on could have potentially perished and I would be without a religion! Well… Assuming god didn’t bother to save our race anyways.  Oh! I have a message from my friend. J I’m going to stop writing for two seconds so I can read it, and respond.  Hold on a second Mrs. Walker.  Oh dang. I need to get on my Mr. Payson stuff. Audrey reminded me… I need to make a poster and… what is that thing…. Oh yeah! A Cake.  I am going to make a lion shaped cake, only super freaking awesome because it needs to be so cool that other people want to eat it, and not throw it in a receptacle ;) did you enjoy how I threw in my word I was supposed to use into the sentence and incorporated it? I thought you might.   Oop! Another text.  Brb…. Umm…. Sorry about the Smileys and texting lingo.  My mind is still on it.  I’m not sure if I’m doing this assignment right, but I hope that you accept it! If not then I would definitely be disappointed.  You thought I was going to say, “Cry” didn’t’ you? AHHAHAHHAHAHHAH I fooled you! Do do do….. Not one hundred percent sure what to talk about now…. Hmm… there once was a man who owned a Deringer.  He decided that he was going to go steal the most important Mezuzah in the world from the president.  That bet that John Wilkes boothe used one… anyways… As the man was nearing the president, he decided that it would be better to not go to prison, so he snuck up behind the president and grabbed for the Mezuzah.  Unfortunately he missed and ended up grabbing his wallet. He withdrew the cash that was inside of it, then threw away the wallet.  He then reached for the Mezuzah again.  Just as he was about to grab it the secret service saw him.. They pulled out their Deringer’s and prepared to fire upon him. He surrendered and threw himself at the ground.  It was too late though because my time is up and I’m finished writing :D Goodbye!

Begging: the decay of modern society after your hard earned dollar

Panhandlers make me sick to my stomach. I remember I was much younger, and so much more naive when one day, after exiting the mall into the parking lot with my father after a good time of father/son bonding, a grungy, dirty looking old man approached us.
"Sir, would you happen to have a dollar or two you could spare?" the man seemed honest and almost shy as he spoke, "I was diagnosed with (I don't remember what he said) and I can't pay for the medicine, it could potentially be life threatening if I don't get a hold of it soon." I looked at my dad with a smile because I KNEW my father was a good man and would always help someone in need.
"No," my father quickly stated with confidence and a small touch of anger in his voice. The man looked like he had been punched in the face. He was shocked to have register a negative answer.
"but sir, I..."
"listen buddy," my father interrupted, " I saw you here last week. You came and spoke to me about how you needed money for your child's surgery. I reluctantly gave you five dollars and was pleased with myself." the man was visibly uncomfortable and looked eager to get away.
"Either you're the unluckiest man I have ever met, or you are lying to my face." with these words the man turned and walked away. I looked at my dad shocked at what had just transpired before my eyes. He then went on to tell me about how the man had been at the mall for two weeks now. He warned me about giving money to "homeless" people. You never know who's lying, and who's telling the truth.
I have, since these past events, not trusted donating, or, giving money to Panhandlers, or even some so called "charities." how do I KNOW they aren't just dressed up looking for an easy dollar? I can't know. But what about the REAL homeless, and the real people who are taking the time to beg to survive?
I personally believe that if an honest beggar is willing to take the time to stand outside of a public area for hours on end holding up a cup for strangers to put money into, then they are fully capable to go out and find work. Some may argue that some aren't able because of the lack of professional skills, or perhaps they are physically disabled or even mentally Ill. Well, if that be the case, then tell somebody about it. Go to the police, the homeless shelter, someone who can help. Don't give them money based on trust. In these days we live in you almost cannot even trust your next door neighbor; he could be a con man looking to rob you of your money!
some may question how I would fix this problem if I were given the opportunity. Well, it's simple really, make it illegal. Pass an ordinate/law that prohibits panhandling of all forms. What better way to discourage dishonest behavior then to make it illegal?
I know there will be some who don't agree with me, but I just felt that I had to get my opinion out in the open. If someone is in genuine need, they will seek out help where it can best happen, such as a homeless shelter, or even the department of workforce services, or whatever that place is. If I had the power, begging would be illegal. But I don't have the power. So I ask you, before you give a dollar to the next homeless person, think about how long they have been standing in one place while they could have been out doing something of actual worth, contributing to society? Too long.

Short and Sweet. (Sorry! No pics this time!)

DISCLAIMER******
This post is about a dark secret I previously decided I would only share with those closest to me.  If you are not one of my closest friends and/or family, I have to ask you to now click the back button, or immediately go to the link I have provided at the bottom of the paragraph instead.  SO assuming that only those closest to me read this blog, I have decided that I should inform you.  Do not judge me for what I am about to reveal to you.... too harshly

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As many of you know, I ventured up to a strange and mysterious land that many fear to tread just before Christmas.  It was a perilous journey to Canada where I learned the value of family, friendship.... and steamy hot LDS Romance.
Wait... What did he just say? 
That's right, you didn't read that wrong, steamy hot LDS Romance.  You may by asking, "How in the world did Bryce encounter that??" Well, allow me to inform you carefully in the next paragraph.

2ND DISCLAIMER******
Okay, seriously now guys, if you aren't close. Don't continue reading because this is SUPER embarrassing. If you decide you shouldn't read, I have once again provided a link to something else equally as interesting as this post. You are more than welcome to check it out.
Click here if not close enough :)

I did not meet some Canadian gal and have a make-out session, and no, I did not even hold one's hand.  What I did do though, was read and fall in love with, Timeless Waltz, an LDS Romance novel by Anita Stansfield.  It is brilliantly mushy and uber lovey dovey.
This kid is off his rocker. Call in the guys with the white coats and have them take him away.
I am not crazy! It was actually a good read. When my grandmother brought me a box of books to read after being a bit bored while sitting at her house, the book caught my eye, and I chose to read it. (keep in mind that all of her books were romance.) I retreated to the basement of her home, and immediately delved into the world of the two lovers.  I did not believe I was going to like the book when I first picked it up, but decided to press on and see what happened. Boy was I wrong.
I fell in love with the characters, plot, and storytelling of Stansfield.  Though there was indeed one or two chapters I detested due to the fact that the main character goes back in time to meet his ancestors, I stayed up late into the night reading chapter after chapter of this marvelous book.  I found myself on an emotional roller coaster.....of... emotions.
Emotional Roller coaster of Emotions? That's it. I'm really calling the men in white now.
The Characters circumstances were perfectly in a pickle.  It had the right amount of conflict and was a good read.  I finished the 250 paged book in only two days.
Two days? If it was so good how come you didn't finish it in one day you freak?
I'm a slow reader okay?
Suuuuuure....
...Anyways... I have recently been recommended another LDS Romance by Stansfield, titled, Towers at Brierly, by one of my colleagues.  I am only one chapter in so far, but I'm super excited.  It's already so good.

Now that I've shared a secret with you that is was so darkly hidden within my heart, I must ask that you keep it a secret and NEVER share it with another soul.
If it's so secret, how come you posted it online, and shared it on facebook?
Uhh....Nevermind... check out the books... they're good. Not as bad as you'd think they are.
Sure they aren't. 
Shut up.
Tehe :)

E vs. B

Just a bit of an FYI, I am currently writing three chapters for my Creative Writing class in school. So I decided that I was going to upload the work I come up with!  If you enjoy it lemme know! If you don't like it, keep it to yourself. It's a very rough draft, and I hope you like it! 

CHAPTER 1

            It was a cold and damp day. The fog that had settled upon the town was not unusual of course for San Francisco.   The rain was falling heavily enough to get things uncomfortably wet, but light enough not to drive people indoors.  The cold that had encompassed the town was dismal yet somehow bearable.  Only the locals of San Francisco were out and about on this cold November day.

            The locals were blindly and numbly going about their usual routines. Taking children to day care, going to and from work, fetching the screaming child from daycare, and finally going home, plopping on the couch, and opening up an ice cold beer to finish of the evening.  The people went about the task empty minded and rarely changed their schedule.  Eunice, who had just barely moved in to a small apartment near the heart of the city, was disgusted with the people’s mindless activities.

            Eunice was a nice old lady who had so much spirit and imagination, that it had scared her family into sending her to the rainy city.  Eunice was eighty seven years young and strong.  She had at least a good ten more years left in her.  Her strength had come from her youthful years when she was taught by her loving father and mother that life’s benefits and desires could only come from hard work, and commitment. She learned, hands on, exactly what her parents had wanted her to on the farm in Montana so many years ago.

            Eunice used to be a beautiful woman. She had had the face of an angel who had never thought a foul thing in her existence. She was in shape, and had always caught the attention of the young men who happened to catch a glance at her. She would, as the nice girl she was, help them pick up their jaws off of the floor after looking at her. She would meet lots of handsome young men who were willing to take a bullet for her, but would never go for one of them.  She had always been attracted to the smart and shy.  It was no coincidence that Eunice had happened to stumble upon Robert, a traveling salesman who was not very good at his job.

            Eunice had seen Robert around her neighborhood in Montana attempting to sell a new idea, something called a Diners Credit Card.  Robert was absolutely gorgeous in her eyes. His quarter inch thick glasses lens, the awkward way he walked like he had a cramp in his thighs, and the way he parted his hair directly down the center of his head gave her butterflies.  Eunice had, in an attempt to lure him in, set up a sign on her old wooden front door that read, I LOVE new ideas and inventions! Eunice had known that it was an obvious act but left up the sign nonetheless. Eunice had anxiously awaited his arrival. It wasn’t until about a week later when Robert finally got the courage to knock on her door. 

            She had charmed him from that very first time he saw her. They fell madly in love, and after a couple dates, were engaged to be married.  They were married in a happy little town in the hills of Montana that was just right. They lived in Montana for their entire marriage. Robert had given up door to door sales on account of him being too shy, and had picked up the game of a new thing called a computer. He was naturally talented with all forms of electronic gadgets.  They lived a happy marriage for years until about 1985 when he caught Influenza.  His immune system was not strong enough to fight off the sickness and he ended up dying, leaving Eunice alone and scared in a vastly changing world.

            Eunice never learned the ways of modern society. She was always twenty years behind the game. If things were to be done right, then they must have been done the way they were originally done. “Why fix what’s not broken?” she would always say.

            Unfortunately for Eunice, she was in for a culture shock.  After thirty five years of being a widow, her family had enough of her, and sent her down to San Francisco to live with a close family friend who was a nurse.  Eunice’s complaining and constant anger drove the poor nurse out of the home, abandoning her responsibility.

            Little did the nurse know, but Eunice was trying to flush her out so she could do things the way she liked to do them.  The way she wanted, and in peace.  She was too proud and strong to be taken care of and pushed around. Yet, she felt that if her family was willing to ship her off and leave her with someone she didn’t know, then she would be fine just staying. So she never went back to Montana, and had decided to learn the ways of the big city.

            Eunice had basically lived in her apartment for an entire year. Because Robert had been a close friend and employee of Bill Gates, she had loads of money left over after his untimely death. She had ordered food from the telephone to be delivered to little apartment complex she currently resided in.

            Sad… She thought, I have lived her for nearly two years, and I haven’t even met my next door neighbors… Eunice was sitting cozily in her living room knitting herself some new gloves in her rocking chair. She pondered her options for a moment, then stood up and decided that she was going to go say hi to the next door neighbors.

            She was about to head out the door of her small apartment when she decided that it would be best to give something to the neighbors to break the ice. She looked back over her shoulder and searched the countertop of her old kitchen for the oatmeal and raisin cookies she had made earlier that weekend.  After she found them, she threw them on a cheap paper plate, wrapped them in plastic wrap, and scurried out the door to her neighbors’ house.

            I wonder if they’re nice people, she thought as she knocked on the nice red door of her neighbor.  She waited anxiously with cookie plate in hand for a new friend to answer the door.  Two minutes passed and nothing.  Eunice was growing restless. She knocked on the door twice as hard with her old arthritis ridden knuckles. Two more minutes passed. Eunice turned and began retreating back to her apartment. But just before she could make it into the door, she heard a door open, and a tiny voice.

            “Hello?” it squeaked, “Who’s there?”  Eunice whipped around as fast as her eighty six year old legs would allow.

            “How very nice to meet you! I-“Eunice stopped. She could not see where the voice had come from, but the door of the apartment was indeed open.  Eunice continued to look puzzled until the voice spoke up again.

            “DOWN HERE YOU HAG!”  Eunice glanced down to find six year old Becky Wilson staring up at her red faced and angry.

            “What did you just call me?” Eunice asked taken back.

            “Are you deaf AAAND stupid?” Becky shouted with her high pitched nasal voice, “I called you an H-A-G, hag! Now what do you want?”  Eunice could not believe what she was hearing.  She turned around and began to retreat back to her apartment when Becky saw the plate of cookies in Eunice’s hands.

            “Ooo! Are those cookies maam?”  Eunice could not believe her ears.  She was about to tell her yes, when she got an even better idea.

            “They sure are Hun!” She beamed, “but they’re not for you, they’re for me.”

            “What??” Becky screamed, “What kind of hag brings a plate of cookies over to their neighbors, after being a freak and living alone for this long, just to eat them in front of the gift of god?”

            “The gift of god?” Eunice laughed, “If you’re the gift of god then I am Satan himself.” Eunice unwrapped the cookies, and began devouring them in front of the little brat.  Just as she was about halfway through the delicious second cookie she felt a blow to her stomach and all the breath and energy leave her.

            She tumbled to the ground gasping for breath.  She had never known this much physical pain since she was bucked off of her horse in Montana so many years ago.  She looked through tearful eyes at her attacker.  Little Becky Wilson was standing over her smiling with the small plate of cookies.

            “These cookies are gross maam.” She smiled as she spat the cookie pieces out of her mouth, “I don’t know why I ever wanted them in the first place.” She threw the plate of cookies at the ground.  “Have a nice night maam.”

            Eunice watched Becky scurry back into her apartment.  Becky was pure evil.  How can her parents let such a child exist? Eunice thought as she carefully helped herself back up.  She got to her feet after two minutes of her slow and old joints bending and twisting awkwardly.  Eunice looked at the chewed up cookie sludge and felt a burning sensation in her heart.

            I will get that demon child back one way or another.

           

            

Interesting Questions for Bryce!

Well folks, I was going to blog about something totally profound, (Not really) but I decided instead, that I should blog about something that is meaningless. Go ahead and read over these if you want to. If you don't, it wouldn't hurt my feelings. 

(Don't mind the random picture)

• Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? We like U2, and Micheal Buble for sure... But I can't really think of much. My dad and I have about the same taste in music... From the eighties and nineties anyways.
• Is there any food in your bedroom? What?     Yup! there is some chocolate sitting in a bag that is left over from Mr. Payson
• Do you know anyone who has road rage? Who? Yes! I have road rage when I'm not with girls, or my parents. When they're not around, all bets are off.
• How expensive is too expensive for a pair of shoes?     I'd say... Probably about forty to fifty dollars is too much. But if it is a specialty shoe for like... basketball, or another sport of something, then I'd say probably seventy-five is too much.
• How far away do your grandparents live from you?      The Wrights are in Alberta, Canada; the Tsosies are in Crystal, New Mexico; and the Ivorys are in Ftn. Green, Utah.
• What kinds of cereal are in the cupboard?      Honey Bunches of Oats (yum...) Golden Puffs, and Marshmallow Mateys.
• Is there anything related to cats in your bedroom?    Perhaps my Payson Lions apparel. A lion is a cat right? ;)
• What's the last thing you spent over 10$ on?     Probably... Gasoline for my (AHEM!) the car.
• Over 30$?     ... Gasoline?
• Do you know who lives three houses down from you?    The Butterfields, and the Bartholomews.
• Do you think Canadians all really love maple syrup? Every stinking last one of them.
• Is there a bulletin board in your room? Nope! but I should probably get one, I'm pretty unorganized.
• Is your mom a big health freak or your dad? Or neither? Neither of them really are. 
• Easter or Halloween? Halloween, one hundred percent.
• Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day?    Do I count? jk, not really at the moment.
• What kinds of chips are in the cupboards?     Santanitas. :D I wish we had some doritos though.
• Do you have your mom's or dad's hair?     I think I have my dad's. It's too dark to be my mothers.
• What's the first thing you see when you walk into your bedroom?       My guitar. I love Cache el Nigro. he's a fine specimen.
• Do you prefer the truth, even if it's harsh?     Not a doubt. I would rather know what's going on then be slapped in the face later.
• If you were going out with your celebrity crush, what would you wear?   Probably what I wear when I'm around girls. Lol.
• Have you ever skipped history class? History Class? Nope!
• Do you own any yellow clothes? I own a tennis shirt that has yellow on it!
• Do you have any friends who have naturally red hair?        Yes! Josh Reese. He's a freakin stud.
• Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Not even once.
• Does your kitchen looks like it was designed in a completely different deca? Nope. looks like the rest of the house.
• When's the last time you wore heels? Probably never.
• Do you have your mom's or dad's eyes? I think it's kind of a mix. Because my eyes aren't as brown as his, and yet my eyes look like they tried to look like my mothers.
• Is there anything shiny in the room you're in? My guitar, my phone, the Tv, my gold necklace, and lots of other stuff.
• What's the best date movie?         Hmm... Either a comedy that is completely Hysterical, like Tommy Boy, or something scary, like... the Ring perhaps?
• How long has your current best friend been your best friend? Probably since Eighth Grade. 
• Have your parents ever been out of the country? Multiple times. We go every year.
• Are you older then the last person you laughed with? Nope! 
• How many pairs of jeans, all together, are in your house? In my house?? That's too much to count
• Do you swear and yell while playing video games? I don't really swear, but sometimes when I play online I'll get frustrated and yell into the microphone.
• Would you rather name your daughter Andrea or Eva? Andrea. It sounds more sophisticated. Eva is... Not my style.
• Is there any alcohol in the fridge? Not that I know of.
• If you had to get up at 6am tomorrow morning, would it be painful? Painful? No. Terrifying? Yes.
• Have you ever seen the last person you watched TV with drunk?  Nope. I don't think they've ever been.
• If you were adopted, would you want to know? At this point? Nope. Maybe if I was younger.
• Has a best friend ever ditched you for a girlfriend/boyfriend? They sure have! I thought they were the biggest jerks till... never mind ;)
• Would you rather get a new brother or sister? Probably another sister.  Tyson is too hard to manage. I can't imagine another little monster like him running around.
• Do you know anyone who has grossly skinny eyebrows? YES!!! I do. It's disturbing. 
• Do you have anything in your room you've had for ten years or more?     I have a stuffed Charmander that has been mine since I was a little kid. I love the thing.
• Do your pets chase after bugs? Not really.
• Would you ever kiss the last person who messaged you on facebook/MSN/etc?    Nope!
• Do eat at home or in restaurants more? At home a TON more.
• When's the last time you were so excited you couldn't sleep? Why?   The last time I was super excited like that was the night before Prom. I was super excited for my date with Audge!
• Audrey Hepburn or Audrey Kicthing? Hepburn. I don't know Kichthing, and I don't want to look her up.
• Do you e-mail more often then you talk on MSN/AIM?  yes actually. I don't do MSN any more.
• If your best friend's birthday was next week, what would you get them?     Depends on which one. If it were Austin, then I would probably wait for Dan to suggest something. If it were Daniels, then I'd grab him something like a chocolate bar.
• What is your mom's favorite movie?    I don't think she has one. She doesn't express herself.
• How much older is your dad then you? Twenty Five years? I think?
• What TV family reminds you of your own family? I don't know! Probably... Timmy Turners. My parents seem to leave us to baby sit a lot.
• Do you own any flip-flops? Hahah, I own many
• Did you ever really believe that the stork brought babies?    I thought that was completely ridiculous. Not ever.
• Do you have any relatives who really spoil you?        Nope!
• Are there any drawers in your house that are just filled with junk? My top drawer of my dresser is PACKED with junk.
• Is the last person you spoke to in love? I'm pretty sure. My parents are still married! So i'm pretty sure :)
• How far away is Chicago from where you live? I don't know. Probably not far enough.
• Do you know anyone who always looks perfect? Who?              Tehe :) Guess!
• Do you know anyone who has security cameras in their house?         Nope. Surprisingly. 
• Do you think Zac Efron is really that good looking?             Yup, he's a pretty good looking dude.
• What was the last movie to make you cry? Probably... Latter 49. I think that's what it's called anyways.
• Has anyone you know ever pulled the fire alarm in school, joking around?           Nope! It would be exciting though right?
• What time do you usually go to sleep at sleepovers, if ever? Around One or Two AM.
• Who was the main character in the last book you read?    Probably Katniss. Or..... Nephi.
• Is the last person you said goodbye to single? Nope!
• Who are the last people you saw kiss?    I don't know their names, but there was this couple in the hall at school just making out. It was pretty... gross. Lol
• Have you ever posted a fan fiction on a website?     No. 
• Do you ever fantasize about your future wedding? Who's the bride/groom? I haven't even thought of it. 
• Chapstick or lipgloss? Chapstick. It would be disturbing if it were lipgloss. Though I have used it. Just because Audrey offered it though. She didn't think I would, so I had to ;)
• What was the last unpleasant thing to wake you up? Probably a dream of me failing my classes then my mother beating me.
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• Do you have any friends who are ALWAYS kissing their bf/gf?             Yes! Blech!
• Does that get annoying? (See last comment... dork. )
• Would you rather look at clouds or stars?    Stars everytime. I love looking for shooting stars in the summer
• If you could trade appearances with the last person you hugged, would you? No. I don't want to look like a girl. I would rather stay a guy ;)
• Do you have any relatives who are expecting a baby really soon? As of now, I don't think so. I do have a newborn cousin though!
• Do you ever wonder what the opposite sex do at sleepovers?    Once in a while.
• When you get married, who will be the maid of honor/best man?             As of now.. I'd say... either Daniel, Skyler, or Austin. They're all great friends.
• Does your best friend get along with their parents?    They sure do!
• If you were to walk to Florida from where you live, would it take long? It would probably take me YEARS.
• Do you understand why 'To kill a mockingbird' is called what it is? I haven't even read it man.
• When's the last time you broke plans? Why?   I broke plans to stay home yesterday night, to go hang out with Aud.
• Have you ever been in a wedding? What were you?    I've been to a wedding, but never in.
• Would you feel asfer with an alarm system or security cameras?    Asfer?
• Does the last person you touched smoke?     nope! 
• Do you know someone who is CONSTANTLY texting? Does that annoy you?        yes I do! Sometimes. But then I remember that I like to text too.
• Does it matter to you what kind of shampoo you use? As long as it isn't marked, for women.