Provo @ MindSay 
To The Death? Seriously? What kind of a band name is that? Did your twelve year old little brother think that up for you? Come on guys, I know you can do better than that. Hell, I can do better than that. Regardless, keep up the great sound and I hope to see you get signed and hit it big soon; I know you can do it.
If you really like these guys (like I do) you can request them on X96's Live And Local slot from 8-10pm each Sunday. You can request online (because we are the generation of technology) at their site or you can do it the old fashioned way and call it in to 1-877-602-9696. Or the third option, if you're really savvy, is you can text your request to 79640.
I really write these things for myself, and it's kinda long so if you really have something to do than read some idiot's journal from EFY (Mormon camp), I would recommend that.
Day 1: Girls outnumber us 2 to 1. Girls hot. Roommate Josh likes Boston, plays electric [guitar]. Sweet. Can’t call Alisa, don’t have number. Called dad, got number, no time. Burns haven’t healed, still look like a leapper. Called Alisa, she answered “moshimoshi” (nihon-go), just before my dang phone shut off. Called her again, no answer. Josh only new friend thus far, other guys cool, ‘kept for Andrew (makes dirty references).
Day 2: Got less than 5 hours of sleep. Josh and I stayed awake spraying neighbor dorm with Axe. Woke at 5:30 am, showered, scripture study. Classes started. Got great dating notes, I intend to refer to them often. Bro. Tollman (eighteen siblings) is cool. Dance. Tired. Slept. Girls still hot.
Day 3: Slept better, still tired. Called Alisa, came across as a dork. Embarrassed. Classes, more dating notes. Bro Hall (wheels) is cool. Did games. Tired. Had pizza night. Pizza massive, at least for times bigger than a large. Took two to carry box. Unable to fit pizza in door without dumping it sideways. Sick, flatulent. Pizza bad for digestion. >.<
Day 4: Tired, groggy. Started missionary journal during scripture study. Girls still hot. We plan on writing them a song. Variety show. Girl did a song about wanting a Nephite husband, a stripling warrior, and preferably a descendant of Hagoth (she’s Polynesian). Guy did a song about photos. Insane jumprope girl. Movie animation involving jealous murderous robot. Read Harry Potter 6 during free time. Hot pocket for dinner (Morris center full). Call to reverence (invitation to reverence). EFY medley rocks. Testimony meeting. Water works. Holy Ghost ROCKS!
Day 5: Josh was a Jerk last night. Made dirty jokes, drove away spirit. I threatened him with a belt to make him shut up. Lost good pen at morning devotional. Scripture study fun, learned how to liken the scriptures (swap my name in {I already knew this…I just didn’t realize how cool it was to do}). Musical program brought back spirit somewhat. Got lots of pictures at lunch, mostly of Jack and the Tucson girls and of Caitlin and the Park City girls (hot!!!). Dance rocked!!!!!!!...!! Saw Jared (Bo Rai Cho) at dance, we did the “Scoot Gay Dance” which I have renamed the “Queer Kicker”. Tried to dance with the Park City girl in the purple blouse with the Irish features (Caitlin?), but girls kept asking me to dance before I could get close enough to ask her. Danced with girls who claimed to know me, but I had no recollection of. They called my “sleepy”, so I assume I met them at the dance on Tuesday while half asleep. Legs hurt. They played Dragostae Din Tei. Bo Rai Cho and me did fat guy “numa numa” dance. Sang EFY medley again, cried again. Slideshow. Stayed up late for “Lamanite night” (massive Q-hall pillow fight). Found good pen at evening devotional.
Day 6: Packed at 7:00 am. Met girls for one last photo op. Slipped on marble seat thingy and fell into pond fountain thingy. Wet. Embarrassed. Went home.
All right, all right, arightarightaright, HEY! Clap, clap, clapclapclap, Clap, clap, clapclapclap, clapclapclap, clapclapclap,
EFY!!!!
(PS. Intend to copy dating notes at some point. Stand by for tight insight)