Best part of the ride on the way down? Seeing a billboard sign that said:
"Grandma's pills could be your kids next high".
It's snowing.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
390
{Some thoughts on psychological warfare.}
Conclusion and solution: Next time don't repress.
Or better yet: Don't let me there be a next time.
"Trucks to Montanon's, and like families to Utahns"- Prof Llyons
We discussed the Electoral College in class and OHMYGOSH I do NOT understand it. AT ALL. He probably went over things 5 times in 5 different ways because the system is so complex and ludacris. I came to a deduction at the end of the class period that we should all start putting some stock in the "california plan" to select our President, and circumnavigate around the General Elections and Presidential elections and base everything on the National Popular Vote. It certainly wasn't in the framers plan to make the whole thing a circus act. But it is.
I'm giving myself 15 more minutes to put this together.
As I strolled on over to the Institute building I saw some face-painted beings hiding in the bushes donned with nerf guns. They leered and I couldn't figure out what in the world was going on, then remembered it's Zombies VS Humans up on campus. I should've gotten involved this year. But I didn't.
I needed a good laugh later.
So I tried to make some pancakes.
Sad, pathetic, but totally comical.
I had a little more free time so I headed into Borders to browse. I found about 15 books that I want. All different kinds but 2 in particular that I MUST get my hands on. A vegan cookie book, and another cookbook with over 400 recipes using only 4 ingredients in each one. They were in the Bargain Books area, so I think I'll go in today after painting. PLUS. I need to get black leggings for Sunday's performance-and find someone who knows what things they changed at the beginning of the second song.
5 more minutes.
As I was getting into my vehicle I saw this man with a black hoodie jogging over to my car carrying something. Of course there were several seconds there where all the martial arts I'm learning zoomed through my head. Then I realized I could just shut and lock the door really quick and be much safer.. but I didn't. He was waving so I totally thought that I knew him.
I didn't. But he was rad. His name was Jake, from Hawaii and was here trying to get sponsors so him and his church group (the Church of Unification) could go do projects on the other side of the world. I talked to him a little bit about what kinds of things his group had done over the years and what they were doing next. I was interested in what types of things he believed religiously and he shared a little bit. There are so many good people in this world trying to make it better. He wanted me to buy a Hawaiian dream catcher, but I have this thing where I'd rather go to the place and get my own. But I did give him a measly donation from what I did have, I'm all about humanitarian aid.
Then I went to Joni's.
I think my favorite quote of the night was "If you were a bagel, you'd be 8-grain".
And I'm pretty sure I coddled the stuffing out of the toy moose I got my hands on. It had 2 wires, but only in it's antlers. If I'd made the toy the thing would be full of wire and totally child inappropriate, but.. that's alright. Which reminds me, we talked a little about OCD.ness. But that's another story for a later time.
We're painting today!
AND she let me kidnap her guitar!
I stayed up till' two trying to figure it out.
Conclusion and solution: Next time don't repress.
Or better yet: Don't let me there be a next time.
"Trucks to Montanon's, and like families to Utahns"- Prof Llyons
We discussed the Electoral College in class and OHMYGOSH I do NOT understand it. AT ALL. He probably went over things 5 times in 5 different ways because the system is so complex and ludacris. I came to a deduction at the end of the class period that we should all start putting some stock in the "california plan" to select our President, and circumnavigate around the General Elections and Presidential elections and base everything on the National Popular Vote. It certainly wasn't in the framers plan to make the whole thing a circus act. But it is.
I'm giving myself 15 more minutes to put this together.
As I strolled on over to the Institute building I saw some face-painted beings hiding in the bushes donned with nerf guns. They leered and I couldn't figure out what in the world was going on, then remembered it's Zombies VS Humans up on campus. I should've gotten involved this year. But I didn't.
I needed a good laugh later.
So I tried to make some pancakes.
Sad, pathetic, but totally comical.
I had a little more free time so I headed into Borders to browse. I found about 15 books that I want. All different kinds but 2 in particular that I MUST get my hands on. A vegan cookie book, and another cookbook with over 400 recipes using only 4 ingredients in each one. They were in the Bargain Books area, so I think I'll go in today after painting. PLUS. I need to get black leggings for Sunday's performance-and find someone who knows what things they changed at the beginning of the second song.
5 more minutes.
As I was getting into my vehicle I saw this man with a black hoodie jogging over to my car carrying something. Of course there were several seconds there where all the martial arts I'm learning zoomed through my head. Then I realized I could just shut and lock the door really quick and be much safer.. but I didn't. He was waving so I totally thought that I knew him.
I didn't. But he was rad. His name was Jake, from Hawaii and was here trying to get sponsors so him and his church group (the Church of Unification) could go do projects on the other side of the world. I talked to him a little bit about what kinds of things his group had done over the years and what they were doing next. I was interested in what types of things he believed religiously and he shared a little bit. There are so many good people in this world trying to make it better. He wanted me to buy a Hawaiian dream catcher, but I have this thing where I'd rather go to the place and get my own. But I did give him a measly donation from what I did have, I'm all about humanitarian aid.
Then I went to Joni's.
I think my favorite quote of the night was "If you were a bagel, you'd be 8-grain".
And I'm pretty sure I coddled the stuffing out of the toy moose I got my hands on. It had 2 wires, but only in it's antlers. If I'd made the toy the thing would be full of wire and totally child inappropriate, but.. that's alright. Which reminds me, we talked a little about OCD.ness. But that's another story for a later time.
We're painting today!
AND she let me kidnap her guitar!
I stayed up till' two trying to figure it out.
Friday, November 5, 2010
389
Every early a.m. when I stumble into math class, windblown and barely coherent, Garrett always moves the exact same wheeled chair, in the exact same way, to the exact same spot so I'm not crowded in. It's sweet, but a little OC. Also, he drinks MinuteMaid, a different flavor but same brand every morning. Also? I've never spoken to him. Mostly because everything would come out slurred and broken at that early of an hour. It takes me a couple minutes to settle in, and by the time I'm able to say a couple words that are understandable, Matt tends to walk by my desk.
Today he was wearing a DIFFERENT attractive coat. Bright red.
My alarm disrupted the dream I was having about Birkenstocks and Subauru's. I think it means I'm some kind of Democrat. Maybe a conservative Democrat, if there is such a thing. All I REALLY know is that I believe in higher taxes. Whatever.
Later:
Close to the end of class a kid stumbled in who literally probably just got out of bed. Or awoke from the dead. One of the two. He was panting, hair in disarray, not kidding his shirt was inside out. While scurrying to his desk he totally tripped. Face plant.
My professor just busted up. For a good 3-4 minutes.
It was hilarious.
PS. I love this idea. Inspiration Wire
Today he was wearing a DIFFERENT attractive coat. Bright red.
My alarm disrupted the dream I was having about Birkenstocks and Subauru's. I think it means I'm some kind of Democrat. Maybe a conservative Democrat, if there is such a thing. All I REALLY know is that I believe in higher taxes. Whatever.
Later:
Close to the end of class a kid stumbled in who literally probably just got out of bed. Or awoke from the dead. One of the two. He was panting, hair in disarray, not kidding his shirt was inside out. While scurrying to his desk he totally tripped. Face plant.
My professor just busted up. For a good 3-4 minutes.
It was hilarious.
PS. I love this idea. Inspiration Wire
Thursday, November 4, 2010
388
"How old are you son?"
"I'm 18."
"18?! I have underwear that old!"
Professors Conners: Buddhist hippie. He totally works the university grounds, long gray hair tossing about in the wind when he's not instructing in martial arts. Slightly hunched. Both legs shattered in a tournament earlier on in life. His wife? Don't worry about it ; at least 65 yrs old and is still participating in matches. Did I mention she hasn't lost a major one in 15-17 years? There. Mentioned.
We studied kicking and hooking.
Him and I are buddies (Conners and myself- my PT was one of his students for 15 freaking years- so.. we've got this bond see). He ambled over to me in the midst of the class, everyone practicing with their partners and said slightly under his breath "Do you think I could lose my job by saying the words anus and testicles to help explain some things about this technique?" I lost it. Just started laughing with everyone around me thinking I'm a lunatic. It's fine.
George was sick. SUPER sick. I mean, he still had to come to class because we can only miss so many class periods unexcused. University. Whatever. So he came and lay on the floor for 50 minutes, oh... and still got credit :D. I was partnered with Lizzie, then as she scurried off to the restroom to blow her nose I was partnered with HIM. There's something you should know about HIM. NO ONE wants to be partnered with HIM. HE is just too aggressive. HE doesn't give you time to go slowly through the motions before speeding them up. HE will actually cause you legitimate pain. HE is the one that everyone avoids. WHY he's allowed to be in the class, I really don't know. But in the minute and a half that Lizzie fled I was stuck with him.
Results:
Several jammed fingers.
Pretty sure my shin is cracked.
Good thing it was only a freaking minute and half. Prick.
Things That Suck Warmth From My Juicy Veins:
Um. this CV cold.
Scary anything (books, movies, stories, pictures, music, people, places, etc)
Goats (goatees)
The TV in Isaac's room (it turns on randomly to white noise)
White noise
Public speaking
Anything that resembles crabs or spiders
The elevator in the Geology building
Drugs
Slow moving machines (I guess this doesn't freeze my blood as much as it just makes me SUPER uncomfortable)
Pickled things (except cucumbers)
Chalk on chalkboards
Fractions
"the grid"
Fast food chains
"I'm 18."
"18?! I have underwear that old!"
Professors Conners: Buddhist hippie. He totally works the university grounds, long gray hair tossing about in the wind when he's not instructing in martial arts. Slightly hunched. Both legs shattered in a tournament earlier on in life. His wife? Don't worry about it ; at least 65 yrs old and is still participating in matches. Did I mention she hasn't lost a major one in 15-17 years? There. Mentioned.
We studied kicking and hooking.
Him and I are buddies (Conners and myself- my PT was one of his students for 15 freaking years- so.. we've got this bond see). He ambled over to me in the midst of the class, everyone practicing with their partners and said slightly under his breath "Do you think I could lose my job by saying the words anus and testicles to help explain some things about this technique?" I lost it. Just started laughing with everyone around me thinking I'm a lunatic. It's fine.
George was sick. SUPER sick. I mean, he still had to come to class because we can only miss so many class periods unexcused. University. Whatever. So he came and lay on the floor for 50 minutes, oh... and still got credit :D. I was partnered with Lizzie, then as she scurried off to the restroom to blow her nose I was partnered with HIM. There's something you should know about HIM. NO ONE wants to be partnered with HIM. HE is just too aggressive. HE doesn't give you time to go slowly through the motions before speeding them up. HE will actually cause you legitimate pain. HE is the one that everyone avoids. WHY he's allowed to be in the class, I really don't know. But in the minute and a half that Lizzie fled I was stuck with him.
Results:
Several jammed fingers.
Pretty sure my shin is cracked.
Good thing it was only a freaking minute and half. Prick.
Things That Suck Warmth From My Juicy Veins:
Um. this CV cold.
Scary anything (books, movies, stories, pictures, music, people, places, etc)
Goats (goatees)
The TV in Isaac's room (it turns on randomly to white noise)
White noise
Public speaking
Anything that resembles crabs or spiders
The elevator in the Geology building
Drugs
Slow moving machines (I guess this doesn't freeze my blood as much as it just makes me SUPER uncomfortable)
Pickled things (except cucumbers)
Chalk on chalkboards
Fractions
"the grid"
Fast food chains
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
387
Went to the temple to do some service, then after I spent a little time strolling around, sitting and thinking. And taking pictures, obviously. As I settled on the steps over looking the view and enjoying the sunshine I looked down and noticed that I missed a spot on my leg while shaving. Hm.
Also. I'd like to marry a Joe Bennett. He's got my sense of humor.
Also. I'd like to marry a Joe Bennett. He's got my sense of humor.
386 {maybe.we.should.prank.someone}
Arrived in stadium parking the same time he did.
Brushed his hand while getting on the shuttle-totally on accident. [for reals] It happened while I tried to stop myself from tripping over his feet. Marvelous.
Waved to him from the back of the bus when it looked like he glanced over.
Walked behind him the whole way to the engineering building, and then when he finally turned to look at me while holding open the door he realized, that it was me.
Felt weird. Then saw the headphones. Ah, enlightenment.
Later, Matt walked in. I only know his first name. But it's a great first name.
He was wearing an attractive coat and as he slid his manly self past the front of my desk I went to say something and he beat me to it:
"Man, I must be really tired this morning."
MY response?
"Yeah. Totally."
FAIL.
Nothing says "breakfast" like a left over chicken delight and some salt water.
I should probably start eating more than just my fingernails and Crystal Light.
If I were ever to blackmail someone, it would be to get a pound of frankincense, just to see what it looked like.
FHE: "Just pick one!"
And later skipping Institute Choir because the alternative was very enjoyable.
So what about today?
To tell those people, and let them know the deal goes down at 4, OR to go alone and try to gain some kind of guidance? And what about him? Is courage and indifference something I'm going to have to keep faking, or can I break down and let him see the raw hurt that's still festering underneath this play. And which will make me a better, more puzzle pieced together type? Or is the whole point to have a little bit missing so the search never stops?
Brushed his hand while getting on the shuttle-totally on accident. [for reals] It happened while I tried to stop myself from tripping over his feet. Marvelous.
Waved to him from the back of the bus when it looked like he glanced over.
Walked behind him the whole way to the engineering building, and then when he finally turned to look at me while holding open the door he realized, that it was me.
Felt weird. Then saw the headphones. Ah, enlightenment.
Later, Matt walked in. I only know his first name. But it's a great first name.
He was wearing an attractive coat and as he slid his manly self past the front of my desk I went to say something and he beat me to it:
"Man, I must be really tired this morning."
MY response?
"Yeah. Totally."
FAIL.
Nothing says "breakfast" like a left over chicken delight and some salt water.
I should probably start eating more than just my fingernails and Crystal Light.
If I were ever to blackmail someone, it would be to get a pound of frankincense, just to see what it looked like.
FHE: "Just pick one!"
And later skipping Institute Choir because the alternative was very enjoyable.
So what about today?
To tell those people, and let them know the deal goes down at 4, OR to go alone and try to gain some kind of guidance? And what about him? Is courage and indifference something I'm going to have to keep faking, or can I break down and let him see the raw hurt that's still festering underneath this play. And which will make me a better, more puzzle pieced together type? Or is the whole point to have a little bit missing so the search never stops?
Monday, November 1, 2010
385
420am received this text from Daddy.
"Arrived safely in Ballarat. Just had fish and chips."
Totally made my morning.
Just calculated my math grade.
I'm 92 points away from passing.
With the rest of the semester and the remainder of assignments there are 154 more pts possible to receive, not including the 3rd exam in a couple of weeks and the final mid-December.
Meanwhile I need toschedule the building, think of some activities, deliver some flowers and cards, get to the temple, start planning next weeks happenings, get Victoria a birthday present, study for my PoliSci Essay Exam for next week, somehow get to SI's, figure out Institute Choir, get the house cleaned (at least one more big room), find a date for the IWA fun.ness- fit time in for a work out, go grocery shopping later today, hit the bank, put together a phone list for my group, delegate (because I just can't do it all!), clean up the yard, clean animal cages and take the dogs for run, check out some jobs,water all the plants, do something with all the tomatoes- I don't know what to DO with them- anyone out there want any?, sometime today I will HAVE to have a nap ( why can't I get to bed earlier), turn in my math assignment before noon, clean out my car, set up an appt to get it serviced, I should probably mop all the vinyl, Isaac's laundry, start typing up mom's recipes for Christmas presents, call freaking Maurices to get me off their credit card billing list (idiots), try and get a number so I can do online banking and.... that's about it!
Off I go. lol.
"Arrived safely in Ballarat. Just had fish and chips."
Totally made my morning.
Just calculated my math grade.
I'm 92 points away from passing.
With the rest of the semester and the remainder of assignments there are 154 more pts possible to receive, not including the 3rd exam in a couple of weeks and the final mid-December.
Meanwhile I need to
Off I go. lol.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)