Rollin on twenty-twos

This picture makes me laugh. Hard. When we purchased these fine bicyles in the Rexburg Wal-Mart, we were waiting on mine to be assembled. I had to go to the bathroom so I gave trent my money and told him to buy the bikes and meet me outside.

I later found out that he set his bike up on its kick stand about 6 feet from him and made it look like it was on display, and not like he was ready to buy it. When the second bike arrived, he painfully walked to the front of the store and bought them. Something about buying a shiny new mountain bike from Wal-mart, not to mention two matching ones, made him feel like his was 10 years old.

As we rode them home laughing the whole way, we became increasingly humbled by the second as car after car of college students drove by and stared. We got to Trent's house and he was vocally concidering rubbing dirt on his bike so it didnt look brand new. Hahaha.

Turns out the lady scene loves a man on a Dual shock power stroke 12 speed.... No.

Engulfed in Idahoan Life

I live in Alpine Chalet. Apartment number 5. I was awkwardly came to the realization, that i was PRACITCALLY CONCEIVED IN APARTMENT 5!! My parents met and dated at this school, and my father lived, where I now live.. And in case the word conveived means something different than I think it does, no i was not created until they were married... This is getting awkward..

OK. So my roomates are Brent Lenahan the 'Ohio bred babe magnet', Joseph (Joe) Morris, the 'recently returned Serbian missionary extrordinare' from Las Vegas, 'Immanuel the Great' -the super student from Blackfoot Idaho, and Trent Thompson, a gentleman and a scholar, from Gilbert Arizona!

If I do not include Trent Leland Thompson [who technically does not live in this apartment] in the list my list of roomates, he gives me a hurt, vulnerable, sensitive look.. The guy practically lives here anyway. .

Immanuel

Brrrent

Joe (left)

And the Italian Stallion...

He took these of himself
by the way.

And of course..... Big Papa

My move to tater-ville

Attention fans everywhere.. Alex Martinsen will now be documenting his college life for you, so that all may share in the triumphs, the downfalls, and the emotions that will become his during his life in Idaho.

A few days before I moved, I graduated from High School.. Oh how grateful I am for our quality public education! (Sarcasm with just a touch of pure violence)

On Sunday evening, my brother from an Italian mother-Leland Trent Thompson, and I, embarked on a journey.... A Journey to Idaho.

This is a picture of us with our Nana. Trent and I flew our private-jets to SLC, where this kind woman picked us up and took us northward. She helped us not be completely clueless when it came to living on our own (which by the way sounds great to any frustrated young adult, but heed my words, living with your mom is a very, very, good thing)