O Brother

So, one time, I was up 'til about 7.00 in the morning with Sean playing the Halo: Reach campaign. Then I slept from then 'til 1.00 pm-ish.

I don't recommend it to anyone, but it's a memory. A good one.

As a side-note, when I got back (from my mission, that is) I was blown away by how good at this game and others my little brother, Ashton is. He's 10, almost, and rocks the house for a kid his age. It's actually pretty cool.

The talents of Ashton are many. Here's a list:

• He's got a memory like a tape recorder; whatever you say, he'll be able to repeat it, and after seeing a movie once, he'll remember how all of the best lines went.
• He's learning to play the piano, and he's quite good.
• He's doing ballroom dance at his elementary school. He loves it!
• He could talk up a storm about any U.S. figher plane from WWI to present.

I will not pretend this list is comprehensive.

Anyway, my brothers are cool.

There that is.

I've Recently Returned

So I just got back from a mission. For all those just dieing to know just what returned missionaries like me get up to, I've begun writing about it. Aren't you excited!? Well, fine, you don't have to be.

I'll probably just post a bunch of lists, then stop posting when it's lost its novelty appeal.

Anyway. That's all for now.

Oh, j.k. and P.S. I've imported all the old posts from my last blog (see the original at ithinkpoorly.blogspot.com), mostly so that this blog looks legit. :~)