Tuesday, February 21, 2006
After blogging every single day for a while there, I sort of just dropped off of the blog radar. But now I return, and I missed you a lot.
First thing: is this not the lovliest babiest picture you've ever seen? I want one. I seem to be having strong baby yearnings as of late. The other day, my roomate Kathleen had a funny experience...she was on campus somewhere and was near this guy, who was NOT attractive at all, but as she got nearer she noticed that he smelled like apple pie and babies, and all of a sudden found herself drawn to him. Not like poopy baby smell, like yummy warm baby head smell. I've now found myself on 3 separate occasions this weekend alone when I've just been standing in line somewhere with my arms full of stuff and discovered that I was sort of swaying...as in rocking...as in the way you'd rock a baby. One day...
Um, this weekend and before it has been pretty eventful, but not the kind of eventful you blog about. So instead, I'll describe the various areas of my life of late on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest.
BABY YEARNING LEVEL 8
ENJOYMENT OF NEW CALL CENTER JOB 8
NEED FOR A SECOND JOB 10
HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT FINDING A SECOND JOB 2
HOW WELL I FELT MY PLAYMILL CALLBACK AUDITION WENT 9
HOW EXCITED I AM TO HAVING TO WAIT 2 AND A HALF WEEKS TO FIND OUT THE PLAYMILL CAST 1
LEVEL OF AWKWARDNESS IN VARIOUS FRIENDSHIPS varying from potential 0 to potential 7
LEVEL OF GRATITUDE FOR MY FRIENDS AND ROOMATES 10
HOW GREAT IT WAS TO HAVE BECKAH AND MOM VISIT 10
HOW MUCH I MISS MOM AND BECKAH ALREADY 10
HOW MUCH I ENJOY MY NEWEST CD, THE "RENT" SOUNDTRACK 8.5
HOW IN LOVE WITH JAMES DEAN I AM,
ESPECIALLY AFTER SEEING "REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE" FOR THE FIRST TIME TONIGHT 9
HOW MUCH I'M ENJOYING DURAN DURAN AT THIS MOMENT 6
LEVEL OF COLDNESS IN REXBURG 12
HOW MUCH I YEARN FOR SUMMER RIGHT NOW 10
S.F. LEVEL 8.5
HOW MUCH I ENJOYED HAVING A HOLIDAY TODAY 9
HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THE NEW "EDDY IZZARD" DVD TO COME 8
HOW MUCH FUN THIS LIST WAS TO MAKE 7
Well, I guess that's it. Hope everyone's groovy.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
I have a friend whose parents were stoned when they named her. That's why she's called Veteran's Administration.
I had a rather surreal experience today. I thought I'd tell all of you about it here in this blog. Since it seems to be exploding with words as of late.
I'm kind of on a little insomnia kick right now, so I've been going to last two days on about 6 hours of sleep. Not as in per night...as in 6 hours total during the last 48. Oh wait, I did nap a little during our Apartment Spooning Party last night. Hence the picture. (From bottom layer to top, that's Jesse, me, Smash, Jen, and Kathleen. You can kind of see my haircut. Which is a little bit of a shame since I had a really weird hair day yesterday.)
Anyway, I was in training for my part-time job today, and I COULD NOT keep my eyes open. We were just watching a presentation, and I was barely awake. I knew how unproffessional it would be to fall asleep in the middle of training, not a good impression, so I was standing up in the back, and trying to shake myself into consciousness and stuff. I got to a point where I could actually physically only keep my eyes half-open. I didn't want the trainer to think I was as zonked out as I actually was, so sometimes I'd try and exert all my eye-opening energies to just one eye...the one closest to her, which in my mind made perfect sense at the time.
I finally had the brilliant idea of writing to keep myself awake. Doodling was too hard, but in my foggy mind at the time, it made sense to write something, because that takes more concentration. I had long ago given up hope of actually listening...trying to do that AND stay awake would have caused a collapse. So I started writing. Funny thing is I have no recollection of actually writing anything down. Apparently I did, though, because I found an entire sheet of paper later, in my groggy handwriting, and it said this: (Please note that in order to preserve the integrity of the original work, no corrections have been made. So whatever looks like a typo or misspelling is actually what I wrote)
"If ship to adress is pink, you must verify it by spelling it out fools. Stay awake. I am high with sleepy. Now I'm literally crosseyed with sleepyness. Look I can't spell. No acidity. Wee--I feel like I'm in l alaland, which I am But there's not some small drawf with a moustache that's green. Moo can someone fall asleep while sitting and wrighting fool? I just dreamt something in the 2 seconds I closed my eyes that Paul McCartney saw this and laughed and Jesse joined him. MUST STAY AWAKE. This is so not healthy. My body needs sweep I know screen. Who was jush talking and that's not to I was going to say. Sister King passed away recently. That will make President's day an extra special holiday. Stand up again, Real Slim Shady."
Wow. I think I might like to get high sometime, just to see what's left around afterwards.
On second thought, maybe sleep deprivation is all I really need. Not to mention the fact that sleep deprivation isn't against the Word of Wisdom. Wait a minute...
Monday, February 06, 2006
I seem to be on quite the blogging kick at the moment. Thought I'd share a beautiful something today. It may not be my own, but what good is something beautiful if you can't make it your own in some way? I read this in NYC...
She’d been pickin em up and layin em down, moving to the next town for awhile, needing a rest, some moss under her feet, plus a solid man who enjoyed a good fight with a brave woman. She needed a man who didn’t mind her bodacious manner, varied talents, hard laughter, multiple opinions, and her hopes were getting slender.
He had great big eyes like diamonds and his teeth shined like gold, some reason a lot of women didn’t want him, but he satisfied their souls. He needed a woman who didn’t mind stepping down from the veranda, a woman capable of taking up the shaft of a plough and throwing down with him side by side.
They met in the glistening twinkling crystal light of August/September sky. They were both educated, corn-fed-healthy-Mississippi-stock folk. Both loved fried fish, greens, blues, jazz and Carmen Jones. He was an unhardened man of the world. She’d been around the block more than once herself, wasn’t a tough cookie, but full grown woman for sure.
Looking her up, down, sideways, he said “So tell me baby, what do you know about this great big world of ours?” Smiling she said “Not a damn thang sugar. I don’t mind telling you my life’s not been sheltered from the cold and I’ve not always seen the forest or smelled the coffee, played momma to more men than I care to remember. Consequently, I’ve made several wrong turns, but with conviction I can tell you I’m nobody’s fool. So a better question might be: what can you teach me?”
He wasn’t sure, confessing he didn’t have a handle on this thing called life either. But he was definitely in a mood for love. Together they were falling for that ole black magic. In that moment it seemed a match made in heaven. They walked, not hand in hand, but rather side by side in the twinkle of August/September sky, looking sidelong at one another, thanking their lucky stars with fingers crossed.
--Carrie Mae Weems,
composition accompanying an untitled 1990 photograph in New York City’s Museum of Modern Art
Sunday, February 05, 2006
They say laughter is the best medicine. They also say a lot of other things, some of which are quite funny. Good thing there exists a quotebook to record all of them in! It seems that a lot of humorous things have been said recently. (Which probably has something to do with the Comic Frenzy shows this weekend...) For your happiness and enjoyment, I'd like to share a few of the sparkling gems of quotes that have recently made it into The Quotebook:
"I felt sorry for my grandpa...they wouldn't let him do tai chi. It was like Rudolph, only sadder." -Scott
"Is Englebert Humperdink dead? That's like asking if Marco Polo is still kicking it in China!" -J.D.
"Oh, the Orb. Always willing to ricochet..." -Jen
"Tyler is like...what is Tyler like? He's like Aslan. He comes and goes as he pleases, and you can't tell him what to do." -Scott
"The cat, he always lands on all fours. Unlike bread." -Jon, Comic Frenzy
"Poisoned? Quick! Did you make the anecdote?! I mean antidote!" -Ben, Comic Frenzy
"Cork: floats in water! And in blood." -Justin, Comic Frenzy
"I like him because sometimes you need a boy who will just sit there, wear loafers, and play the piana." -Kathleen, referring to Comic Frenzy
"You've been to Greece? Ha, that must be a slippery country! Ha ha ha!" -guy at the Special Olympics
"I think my brother once blew up a beaver." -Ashley
"Johnny Depp is in the hallway. In the blanket. No, he's on the blanket. The Johnny Depp blanket is in the hallway. And he's not in our bathroom. Looking through our garbage. Why do Americans always say 'trash' all the time?" -Jen (at 4am)
Ah the wit that I am daily astounded by! Now that you are uplifted, I'd like to conclude with one last bit of humor, dark and twisted though it may be:
Love you all! =)
Thursday, February 02, 2006
This is my apartment. This night started out as Kathleen and I attempting to create "Utah Hair," and it ended up as crazy-everyone-hair-and-makeup photo night. Kathleen, Smashley, Jenny, Jen, and I tend to get a little on the loopy side around midnight. Annie too...last night around 2am, our apartment prayer sounded something like "Thank you for eachother and...stuff...and how we can be silly...we're sorry...it's late..." I think the Lord will understand.
In other news, I call all viewers of this blog to go to watch OK Go's music video of "A Million Ways." I also call all Mormons to learn this dance and we will start a new fad at church dances. I'm in love with everyone in this band.
My ear really really really itches right now. I'm not sure why...it's a little distressing. Maybe my ear's allergic to Scott, cause he's sitting next to me and that's the ear that's itching.
Last night I was going to blog, and had all this organized thought and now I can't really remember any of it. Therefore, this blog doesn't have any...uhm...whatever that word is...continuity...thread. Spine. Point.
Love you all.
"She showed up bright like a knife
Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes...
A glimpse of ankle and I
React like it's 1805."