homework?

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Here are all of the things that I would rather do than my homework when I get off of work:
-shower
-nap
-get a pumpkin pie shake from the malt shoppe
-write my own book
-write letters
-eat
-play boggle with myself so I can be prepared for the next time I go head to head with Alex.
-paint with my water colors
-take a walk
-go running
-build a fort
-put on a puppet show and record it to show people later
-finish my power point presentation for biology. It's about sharks

I think my mind is in one thousand places at once but one of the thousand places is not the books I have to read for classes. I got 99 problems but a book ain't one. So I guess it's not a thousand. More like ninety-nine. I should have counted better.
Someone yelled BUTT on campus today.
I'm getting really good at drawing picture of pumpkins on the top of my notes for the word October. The O is a pumpkin. They're getting good.

Nope, I'm not good at blogs.

John Madden

Okay. Make a Wish Foundation.

Some things I would think about wishing for:

-having a video game made about me so my legacy can go on forever
-get a book published of my ramblings
-meet John Madden
-A day with Michael Jordan
-For Body Glove clothing to come back in style
-A pair of really nice bell bottoms
-a time machine
-a cure.

Body Glove

it's gettin' cold

Utah decided to rain and then turn really cold. Cold without warning. And change of weather makes my insides change real fast. I wasn't ready for it. No one ever is though.

Here's what cold makes me feel and think of:
cigarette smoke
mountains
long talks about life
black lights
Derek and Liz and Logan
The smell of alcohol
long sleeves
Jesus candles
The Bavarian
Late nights
long car rides
fast bike rides home in the middle of the night
the smell of latex
stairs
home alone
writing
genius ideas
pumpkin pie
strange beds
leather couches
costumes
driving driving. long drives into nothing. cigarette smoke. late nights. laughs. logan. derek. liz. liz. liz. talking talking. talking. silence. heaters.

So. This abrupt change to fall has me all confused.

clogging. I mean blogging.

Do you notice how I never write on here? I do. Do you wanna know why?
Because I'm afraid of blogs. People writing their thoughts and feelings down all eloquently into the internet. The scariest invention on the planet. Doesn't anyone ever think, "One day this thing is gonna blow"? Because I do. I just know it. One day blogspot is going to explode and everyone's eloquently formed words and all their thoughts about beauty and nature and art and that fat sweaty guy sitting next to them in the computer lab will be gone. And where the hell will they go? No one knows. Cyber space. The worst place on earth. Or. .. not...on. .. earth. . . In Bill Gates' house. In the walls. I'm pretty sure Homer Simpson got stuck there once and he said it was a lot like Tron. And we all know how that goes. . .not good. Kind of slow. Boring. Lots of lasers.

So. I don't write in my blog. Because I'm afraid of blogs. I write on paper. Because I feel like it's more likely that the whole internet will explode than my journals to catch on fire. DOESN'T ANYONE REMEMBER Y2K?!
I do.

I was at my friend Jenni's house. We always went there for New Years Eve parties. Even if I didn't want to. But I always went becuase where else was I going to go? So we were there eating cheetos and peanut butter m&m's. Standing in front of the 14 inch screen tv watching Dick Clark age. 5....4.....3.....2.... and then it went dark. 2 people fainted. One fell on me. I couldn't tell who it was but I graciously let them fall all over me before letting their head hit the hardwood. Outside there was this horrible noise like King Kong screaming. An airplane crashed outside, the impact was incredible. Blew Uncle Frank's toupee off. Bill Gates had a heart attack and so did Dick Chaney. Ellen got married and Clay Aiken decided to have a baby. It was horrible.

Well really Jenni's dad just went into the basement where the power box was and turned off all the power. But it really felt like I had an Uncle Frank. I was convinced.
Don't you see how easy it is for the internet to explode?
Blogs scare me.

Our Prank.

Eric and I put a little surprise in Rachel's room. This is our interpretation of how her reaction went.
So we made this video. . .then had it up on my computer screen for when Rachel came home. So she would see the video and THEN the surprise. haha. Since Eric nor I were home to capture her reaction. . .we made this. Hahahaha. Oh Eric.

Interesting discussion in class today. . ..

We had an interesting discussion in my humanities class today. We were reading the poem Song of the Soul in Union With God by San Juan de la Cruz. This poem is written about God, yet the way he describes the feelings of being united...one with God...is...in an erotic way. The poem is very much about love and if you did not know it was about God, you would think it was a poem written about a lover.
"Oh cautery so smooth! Oh so desired pain! Oh gentle hand! Oh touch most delicate, which eternal life endueth and doth all debts unchain! ....How amorous and mild the thoughts you give my breast, where secretly in solitude you dwell: by your sweet breath beguil'd, in grace and glory best, how delicate you do love compel!"
The way it speaks of a cautery so smooth. A burning wound...that is smooth. . .In other translations it says oh tender cautery. The tender burning....the opposition there. The pleasure and pain mixed...
From this poem, we went on to look at the statue, Ecstasy of St Theresa by Bernini:

We talked about how this sculpture is a representation of one of St Theresa's spiritual visions--when she was in union with God. The statue shows her with her head thrown back, and the angel, lifting her robes....very erotic elements used to describe this very spiritual experience. Our teacher related these moments of being in union with God it to being in love. How when you feel it so deeply, you try everything to describe how you feel: you'll write poetry, write songs...maybe you try to represent it with a work of art...yet all words, all representations fall short. Everything is inadequate. Nothing can describe the feeling... . .We discussed how since these spiritual moments are ineffable, the authors fell back on the one thing that is as close to these experiences of pain and pleasure and ineffable moments of feeling...erotic love. . . I just found it interesting that for experiences so unexplainable, we fall back on eroticism. But then again...how can you describe even that? The moment of passion .. . I suppose it is more carnal, more physical. It is easier described, easier imagined and depicted. . . .just found it so interesting. . ..
I don't know if I articulated that well at all. . .but I tried. I had a moment of ah-ha in class. It just made sense and intrigued me for a moment. Thought I'd write it down. . . .

New Glasses

I ordered some new glasses. They're big. I'm excited to wear them. Also. It snowed here. I really love snow in the wither rather than rain. Rain in the winter just seems so mean. It's cold, and wet and uncomfortable. It's not like a summer rain where you can run out in it and love the big ones that land right on your part. The winter rain is mean, and I never want to go out in it. But snow. Snow in the winter is so nice. It's soft and happy. It's bright and fluffy. Just so much nicer than rain. Rain makes everyone grumpy. Snow just makes things sleepy and kids happy. It gives a blanket to all the trees and cars on the street. They all just take naps. With their big fluffy snow blankets. It's so happy to me. It almost makes me want to lay out in the snow for hours and get a perfect snow blanket. Then I remember things like hypothermia. . ..and I go back inside and take a hot bath. So thats why I like snow more than rain.

I also love Home Alone.
And I think my favorite Beatles song right now is: Cry Baby Cry. It's pretty.
Derek wants to know more about Brian Epstein. So...I'm on the hunt for a book about him since I only know a little bit about him. I like to be well versed in the Beatles.

I want to curl my hair. I might not have time.