Finals...Over!

This week was full of finals and we are all glad they are over. We all did pretty well for the most part. A new semester and a new year are not far away. We are all excited for new adventures and new classes. Hopefully this year will bring great things. We'll take a look back at 2010 soon.

It's definitely the holiday season, although no one asked for this rain. Dick must have spent a long time praying for a birthday gift from mother nature. I'd venture to say that he got what he wanted. The apartment is clean (finally), it's quiet, and there is a lot of hustle and bustle everywhere. We tried to do an apt. gift exchange before we all parted...we weren't totally successful so we'll finish that after christmas. Dwight and myself (Alabaster) have to work all week so we will enjoy our time at the apt together. I got some ducky deserts from my mommy as part of the 12 days of Christmas she does for me so that will be fun.

Merry Christmas!!!

Well Cole has been a good boy

Little Scottie has been too,

But if you see Jace and Allen,

You better watch out for those two.

Anatomy’s been killer,

Accounting has really blown,

Math gives us a headache,

And Physics made us groan

But what we like the most

Of this we are very fond

Is feeding our little duckies

Over in their little duck pond.

During this Christmas season

Go and let your light so shine,

Because just maybe then

Jace will ask out Rachel Kiene.

Cole fell in love with bodies,

Marriage to Purvis was proposed,

Scott got a little action,

And Jace really got hosed (6 times).

If you’re down, we hope you can remember

We all wish you the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!

Lame Lamentations on Members of the Opposite Gender

So you know the saying, "3rd time's the charm?" Well I've got news for you all... it's crap. Complete and utter crap. Watching two elephants mate in the wild is about as charming, and far more entertaining. This weekend would mark the third, yes count them... one... two... three... third time I have organized a group date, yet not participated on that date myself in the past 8 months. Maybe I should just be like Hitch when I grow up? That would make life a lot easier, looking out for other's well-being rather than my own. That's Christ-like, right? You think a man could catch a break... for once... in his life... after all the things... he's ever done.... and all the times... he's never won. I also struck out 0-3 this week on getting a girl on said date... sometimes I think my life truly is depressing. So what is my problem then?

To be honest with you, I don't know. I'm smart, I'm tall, I'm decently attractive (one would like to think), I have a good head on my shoulders, I am motivated, I care for others, I try to be as nice as possible to everyone, I'm spiritual, I love life, I'm funny, and I want to be the best person that I can. I guess all that's left... I must lower my standards. I must devalue my values. I must become... a tool.

Don't know what a tool is? Males... look at yourself in the mirror. You are more than likely a tool. Don't believe me? See if you can get past this checklist. Do you consistently wear V-neck sweaters? If so, then yes, you are a tool. Are you God's gift to the world? If so... tool may be your middle name. Does your shirt cost more than my entire outfit, quite possibly my car? Then perhaps, you may be a tool. Have you faked your smile at 56 girls in the past hour? Isyour definition of a job picking up on girls? Does the world owe you something? Could you charm the clothes off of a barbie doll? If you answered yes to one, or all of the above, welcome to to Tool Time... please enjoy your stay.

To elaborate, I will describe our adventures of this past weekend. Friday night was a perfect example. We happened upon a party wherein there was a plethora of young people. Thinking there was a possibility of meeting a person of class and substance there, we meandered on in, only to find our intentions ill-fated thirty seconds upon walking inside. I thought we may have literally walked into Home Depot, because there were more tools than Tim the Tool-man Taylor knew what to do with. It sickened me... every single of them was more fake than Michael Jackson's nose. What happened to being real? What happened to being a normal person? Throughout the course of the entire night, I did not meet a single person, man nor woman, that was genuine and normal. So I guess I'm the problem... and I guess I need to stoop down to their level. Tool status, here I come.

What do I want to be? A hammer... or a screwdriver? Both have their pros and cons if you think about it... but seriously... it seems like I honestly have to become something I'm not... in order to get what I want. Life shouldn't be like that, but it is. Why should I compromise my standards and beliefs? Yet I must... because obviously that's the only thing that works. And why is it that way...? Because the women of the world have been lead to believe it.

Ladies, herein lies your problem... You only like the tools. A young woman that I recently had a conversation with admitted to that very fact. Why? Because you think you are entitled. You think that you deserve the best... well guess what... you don't. None of us do, because none of us has done anything to merit the best rewards. No one is entitled to anything, yet you all think that you are entitled to everything. Why? Because you are pretty? Because daddy gave you money? Because socially you are better than others? Face the facts, you are not everything your $50,000 BMW makes you out to be. Want to earn respect? Go be a real person... live the gospel... help other people... genuinely care for others well-being more than your own... actually be a person of your word... and oh yeah... get rid of the tools. You don't need a new power drill... you have a perfectly good screwdriver right over here... you just haven't realized it yet.

Добре Дошли!!!

I would like to be the first to welcome you to our blog. This is and will be the most entertaining blog you have ever read! As an introduction, my name is Scott DuBois and I have three roommates, well five roommates, but I will save the other two for later, Allen, Cole and Jace. Together our initials make up the acronym D.A.M.P. C.A.J.S and is pronounced \ˈdamp ˈkājiz\ or damp cages.We are four single guys that decided that our stories, adventures, and frustrations are too good to be shared only between us. We live in Provo, Utah in an apartment complex that will be referred to as Slave Henry. This is for several reasons, mainly I think it's a more appropriate name, and I don't want to infringe on any copyright laws. But enough about Slave Henry, I know I already stated that we are all single, but that is why we have so much fun together. Don't get me wrong, we like girls and go on dates, or at least we try to go on dates with them, but when plans fall through you can't expect us to just sit at home. I can't complain though, kicking it with the boys is cheaper and a lot more fun than any date I have been on this sememster.