Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Fun, fun stuff

For memorial day, the parents and I decided to go to the Boyce Thompsen Arboretum somewhat north from us. We got up early (ugh) and spent the morning walking around in one of the more scenic places in Arizona that I've seen that's still desert-y. There was much oohing and ahhing as we looked at pretty flowers, amazing rock formations, and our personal favorite, the benches that have misters on them. Oh yeah, and the nifty yellowish orange and black caterpillers on the fennel. They have a fun little herb garden, and we ran around, rubbing the various leaves with our fingers so we could smell them. And there were some fun smells to be smelled. This evening I went to a ward barbeque, where we ate shish-kabobs and lemonade, listened to oldies, and had general socializing and swimming. And throwing of people into the pool. In their shoes. Also the rest of their clothes. And OOH OOH OOH I want to tell you the excitingly important news that came from me attending the BBQ, but I think I'll hold off on the excitingly important news till a little later. Just to make sure it's real. But I won't leave you without some hint of the news, cause that would be mean. My hint: it's exciting.

Friday, May 27, 2005

This is what happens when I want to be on the internet, but have already checked my daily dose of blogs and email and other entertainment

I follow link upon link until I cannot remember where I came from. And I find this:
  • Reasons to Fear Canada
  • . Another exciting day in the life me. I almost wish I had a steady job. Oh, and hey! If you enjoyed that list, take a look at the others (follow the "more lists" link at the bottom of the page). I like the one that lists five folk instruments and five movie monsters and then says which are which. I knew three!

    Tuesday, May 24, 2005

    Cool as Kim Deal

    I went shopping yesterday, and I'm now the proud owner of a pair of orange plaid capris. And a red peacoat. I think that's what it's called. But yeah. Peacoat.

    Friday, May 20, 2005


    Am I wrong in saying that just about every single person on this planet except me has been to Rocky Point at some time or another? We're all sitting around tonight, talking, and they decide we're going there in a couple of weeks. They start talking about their last trip there, and how much fun it was. Rocky Point is the destination of choice for the entire university for spring break. All of my coworkers have gone there. Families from church go down there. I have never been there. The closest I got was when our dog was sick and the prescription was way cheaper in Mexico, so we went like two blocks into Nogales to a pharmacia. Then we came back out, went to McDonald's, and went home. It's so sad that the only time I've been to another country was to buy a bunch of pills for a dog. Sigh. Well, I guess that's why I'm going to Parts Unknown for school next year. Except I'd hardly call Canada another country. More like, I dunno. North Montana. Anyway, I probably won't go on this Rocky Point trip. A certain matronly person that I live with doesn't think it proper for me to go anywhere overnight in a group that includes males. Yet another reason why I have no friends. I don't do anything fun. Kind of a chicken-or-the-egg thing...

    Tuesday, May 17, 2005

    Hey Jack, What's Happening?

    In my iTunes library, I've got:

    Single Serving Jack, Psycho Boy Jack, and Jack's Smirking Revenge; all by the Dust Brothers off of the Fight Club soundtrack.

    Trigger Happy Jack, by Poe, off of the Hello album.

    Jack-***, by Beck, off of Odelay.

    The Ballad of Jack Dolan, by Moloney and O'Connell off of the There Were Roses album.

    Hit the Road Jack, by who knows who.

    Surfin Bird, by who knows who, off of the Full Metal Jacket soundtrack.

    Friday, May 13, 2005

    I hate the way my clothes smell after eating at TGI Fridays

    But how often do you get a chance to eat dinner with someone who says things like "I had an incident with my wart stick today"? How do you pass up such a golden opportunity?

    Tuesday, May 10, 2005

    What does a nervous breakdown sound like?

    Imagine you've been sitting around the house for seven days, and are not sure what day it is. It's ten in the evening, and you realize that you have a final at eight the next morning. And you haven't studied. Imagine spending an hour frantically condensing your notes from the last half of the semester onto one page, and wondering how you're going to memorize all the musical selections' titles and composers overnight for the listening section of the exam. Then imagine looking down at the notes from the last day of class, and seeing the words you wrote REAL BIG at the top of the page: FINAL FRIDAY AT 8AM. Duh. Tonight's only tuesday. Now imagine deciding to ignore the whole problem until it's thursday at ten in the evening. No need to worry before it's worrying time. And hey! I've already got my study sheet written up! I can wait till ELEVEN! Maybe tomorrow I'll write that final paper for the other class...

    Saturday, May 7, 2005

    Two things: ...no, make it three. Maybe four...

    Thing One: When in the world did school end? I was just getting into the semester, and BANG! it's gone. It still only seems like February, or March at the latest. Sigh.

    Thing Two: A new record. It only took me two days to get bored with summer. There's nothing to do!

    Thing Three: Annoyed as I am with how the last two Star Wars movies have been executed, I'm still looking forward to May 19th. Nothing's sexier than Star Wars.

    Thing Four: Ok, so there IS something I can be doing to not be bored. I just don't want to write this stupid paper. Ten pages is more than I want to think about right now, and I technically don't have to turn it in till next Friday. Ignore away.

    Thursday, May 5, 2005


    You know what I hate most of all? I hate it when I'm so sick that I grunt every time I breathe, just from the effort it takes and the pain it creates. I also hate it when I can't stand up for more than a minute without fainting. Seriously: I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, heard white noise happening in my ears and couldn't see, and decided to sit down. Ten minutes later, I get up, walk to the living room, collapse on the couch in there. Ten minutes after THAT, I get up and walk into my parents' bedroom to get a pair of socks (that's why I got out of bed in the first place- my feet were cold), and fall onto their bed, still clutching the socks. I only fainted once on the way back to my room, but it was a doozy- in the bathroom. Nothing's worse than lying semi-concious on the floor next to the toilet. I'm feeling a little better now, and I'm not fainting anymore. It's just annoying that a trip to get socks took like 45 minutes. I'm just glad that I always get something like a 5 second head-start to find a couch or the floor to lie down on before I actually black out. It's always been like that, too- even as a little kid, I always heard the white noise and noticed my sight dimming before I lost conciousness. Just lucky, I guess.