My Friends are Better Than Your Friends

Have you ever met people who just bleed coolness from every pore of their skin? They always come from the most unlikely of places. Once upon a time...

...never mind. It's nothing that can be turned into a "once upon a time" type of story. My classes this semester carry the potential to be rather mind-numbing. My first class begins at eight thirty in the morning. It is held (essentially) in a closet. If room 277 was the earth, this classroom would be the earth's moon; sure, it's cool that there's less gravity, but that's about it. The name of the class is Strategies for Managing Organizational Change. Basically, when things change in a business this class is there to teach you how to manage yourself. Good stuff, eh?

Then, no less than twenty minutes after my first class releases in room 277, my second class is in full orbit. Freedom of Speech. This is an upper division class that is designed to take an indepth look at the First Ammendment. This is where the cool people come in.

Pictured above is one of the coolest guys I know. Period. I mean come on, look at the picture. I didn't request permission to use this picture, so if I'm angering some people, please accept my apologies. I don't know who took the picture, but whoever did has some major talent. Regardless, on with the story.

Pictured above is one of the coolest guys I know. Period. His name is Trevor, and I could tell from the moment I noticed him in my class that there was most definitely something different about him. He was so chill with everything. I immediately looked him up on the f-book and befriended him. I was immediately blown away.

This kid plays lap steel guitar. How cool is that? He's got a bangin' recording studio in his basement. I'm not WORTHY! He's super into the outdoors and has been doing worship music for a good part of his life (as far as I understand). There isn't any way I can explain why, but this guy is ridiculously cool. I have this nasty hunch that he absolutely melts faces on the guitar, and he has quite a collection of guitars too, I must say.

I feel like a little kid, and that I potentially annoy the hell out of this guy. I know God has me at Metro State for a reason (mostly to show me how much He loves the city), but I never knew that I would be running into guys like this. It runs in his whole freaking family, too!

I was walking on campus not too long ago, and I turn around to find Trevor and his dad walking not more than four to five feet behind me. He introduces me to his father, and I immediately had this sensation come over me; I wanted to go hike. With these two. If only they could have grown up in Longmont with me and the boys! I always tell him I'm going to get him some beer from pumphouse, but it's so hard to travel with. I just need to make it happen.

Trevor's older sister is in the same freedom of speech class. He's twenty two, and she's twenty four. She's your classic girl, into shoe shopping and girly crap like that. But the coolness found a way into her psyche as well. She's an intern for The Fillmore Auditorium and for the Coors Event Center. How cool is that!?!?!?

I haven't met Trevor's mom yet, but I feel like I don't need to. These three are enough for me. Where do I get that kind of cool? Sign me up!

I remember my friend Jameson Mitchell introducing me to the comedy musings of a certain Mitch Hedberg. He made me laugh so much. I was shocked when I found that these two down-to-earth siblings were entertained by what he had to say as well. So great.

I feel like it's bad to point out that they love Jesus. Doing that makes me wonder why I haven't more people like this. I feel like my adventures in Denver need to see me writing posts like this about anyone, regardless of whether or not they love Jesus.

...But it would be an awful mistake not to point out how uncanny it is. These people aren't this cool on their own (I'm not naive enough to consider them to be perfect!), I have to think that Jesus also possesses this kind of coolness in a mad abundance. If God is as chill as these Conners, I'm thinking I'll be alright.

Intent never makes a sound!

The Undeserving.

I don't get it.
There's this kick ass community of bloggers. They're my best friends! How sick is that!?!?

...I got a call all the way from either IN mexico or near mexico. Aaron boeke on the other end; "I'm rocking out with my cock out." Beautiful.
The other thing he mentioned; he wrote a blog on me. I read it. It was touching. Then, I found that Bryce wrote one too! Dammit! I suck at this!

...for a long time I've been searching for God's blessings in my life; and to some degree I feel I always will. I could be living in a pigsty for all I care, just as long as I have the gifts that God has given me in my friends.

My birthday was unforgettable. I really appreciate all the kind things you loving people had to say about me. I am the undeserving.

Intent never makes a sound!