The last couple of weeks have been a rush. I landed in Utah on June 19th, which was a thursday. Unfortunately, Liberty Square apartments suck at communication , and well I would say everything. I couldn't move in till Monday, unless you paid $30 to move in on Saturday. So I moved in Saturday in one hour, which apparently is a record. Living the college life is what I have wanted for years. Suck it Scena, and I know you love Katy. Hot Pockets are becoming my best friend. For July 4th weekend, I went to my Grandpa's cabin in Idaho. I took my two roomates, and drove 5 hours up there. We stayed in the cabin, and he cooked for us. It was good to have a free home cooked meal. We had a party on Friday, and of course we won annual golf tournament. Well it was because we had Larry Crabtree. I helped with fire works again. On the grand finale, we had a misfire and it shot down at the dock a bunch of times. It felt like we were at war. On Saturday, we headed over to Yellowstone, and I showed my roomates Old Faithful and the greatness that is Ernie's sandwiches. We left around 3 PM so we could get back at around 9 PM. I had to get gas and for some reason I couldn't. Everytime I tried to pump the gas, it shot out. I went to 2 gas stations and the same thing happened. Some guys started looking at the car and jiggled some stuff around. I was just going to test it once, and it worked. I don't know what it was, but Koreans can sure make a car. We arrived, and now I am watching Rush Hour 2. I would say a great weekend.
