I'm sleepy like this

I'm sleepy like this.
May I have a crumpled up nap please?

Same, Charlie. Same.

Doin it 2010 style

When I write 2010 on the top of my paper...I feel like it's the future. Any second I'm going to turn around and see robots dispensing sandwiches. I guess that already happens.
We were looking at visual texts in my class. How it's the future. Jonathan Safran Foer and all that. Then he showed us this novel from 200 years ago. The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentlemen. It was what we're calling the future right now. Visual text. Jonathan Safran Foer's great great great grandfather. Pages like this...
reflect Foer...
And I started thinking....Holy crap. The future started 200 years ago. 200 years ago was the future. So what are we? We don't even exist to them. We don't even exist. Alas poor Yorick!
Okay. That was extreme. We exist, obviously. And we rule, obviously. Ask the dues in cut off bald eagle tees if we rule; they know the truth.

Anyway. Did I have a point? I guess if I had a point it's that we are the super future. The future already happened and now we are the virtual-digital-battle-to-the-death-robo-scifi future everyone's been wondering about for so long. The future already happened. The book was written.
It's also interesting that Tristram Shandy has an "Alas poor Yorick!" page...followed by darkness, the vast unknown; and Oskar Schell in Foer's novel plays Yorick in his school play...

Got it. New thesis. Jonathan Safran Foer is a time traveler. Much more feasible. That means the future is still fictional (as Damien Fin would say).

This was a time waster.
But my lips were on fire.

Camping?

Oh, hello internet.
What are you doing here? Distracting me from studying for the midterm I have to take tomorrow which I have studied this much for?:
I'm going to Moab, camping with my nature photography class on Thursday.
This will be my first time camping since I was 11. Let me tell you about that camping experience. What I can remember of it anyway:

It was a mother/daughter camping trip. We went somewhere camp-like and set up tents. I remember there were some men there and I thought, Um...are you a mother or a daughter? The thing I remember most though is the night time:
I slept in a tent with my mom and my sister. It was probably a 2 man tent, and although we were young, we stuffed the tent to capacity. I couldn't sleep of course. Every sound was a monster and every gust of wind was a tornado. There were bears waiting to eat me and killers slicing holes in our tent, but only I saw it happen. I finally fell asleep (in a sweat), and although no one believes me, in the middle of the night I felt little paws push against my side of the tent. They pushed me onto Emily, squishing her, and thoroughly freaking me out. "Mom, a raccoon pushed me over last night," earned only a laugh and a "Want some breakfast?" I think someone was then stung by a bee in their eye...and I thought breakfast was gross.

My other camping experiences consist of girls camp . Real camping? I think not. We were in cabins: (This section includes actual pictures from my actual girls camp experiences...enjoy)
and although there were no showers, there was this giant basin with faucets that only spewed freezing cold water where Rachel and I would wash our faces (while screaming) and hair (well, not Rachel. She wasn't into hygiene really). We had toilets that were 30 miles deep; you would sit there, wait a few seconds, and then hear the stream hit. Oh, the luxuries...The luxuries of jean vests and "chow wows", what we called the nights we ate so much snack food we went into comas...(see below)We did have misquotes, ticks and spiders though, so that was real camping. I would bring a bottle of OFF bug spray and spray it on my mattress, body, luggage, clothes, journal...basically anything I brought with me. We went on 2 mile hikes, which would always inevitably end up being 9 mile hikes because we would get so lost. What do you expect? It's girls camp. I remember being a leader of a hike once...who let that happen? (Who let this happen?)Those girls were crying and it was near dark when I got them back to camp. I think one girl had 12 ticks in her hair that night (she was gross though).


In conclusion, I have no idea what Moab has in store for me or what I have in store for the people in my class who will have to endure my never ending question: "Where do I go to the bathroom?"

In other news....
This little lady has returned home today from her 1.5 year mission in California! How did that happen so fast? She's coming home to a whole new way of life. Kelly doesn't freak out when I try to hold his hand anymore? In fact, he willingly holds mine!? She'll freak out. Culture shock.
I'll let you know how it goes...

Kaitlin has an Asian beef blog.

Kaitlin's new blog inspired me to write on my blog. I never write on this. What's to say? Hmm....

I'm a skiing pro.
I'm eating runts.
I can't stop singing Hercules songs.

Yesterday, Kaitlin and I drove out to Utah Lake to take pictures. Try out all my new photography skillz I'm learnin' in school.
We saw the line where the water turned to ice and threw rocks at it.
We also saw beer cans and some grumpy hillbilly trying to catch fish. He was playing some America-Rulez rock song and drove off, tires spinning angrily, when we started climbing on the rocks. I guess we ruined his buzz.
If you ignored the nasty fuzzy stuff growing on the rocks, and the creepy floaties that looked like someone's puke, the lake was really beautiful.
And on the way home, we drove along a road with horses and cows. I couldn't resist jumping out of my car to feed the horses. They came over to me and ate from my hand. They are so powerful, but I just ran my hand down their noses and they loved me. I fell in love with them.
I'm pretty sure they fell in love with me too.

my brain a little bit.

Midterm.
Middle of the term.
Evolution.
Darwin.
Sexual Selection.
Barbie Dolls.
Internet.
Distractions.
Kelly.
Distraction.
Type.
Daydream.
Skiing.
Kelly.
Turtles.
Wedding cakes.
Kaitlin.
Snow.
Rain.
Olympics.
Race.
Deadlines.
Midterm.

A Few Firsts

I've had a couple of firsts this past week.

First time trying fish.

If you know me at all, you know my violent aversion to fish. Many have tried to sway me, persuade me, even trick me into eating fish, "Take a bite, it tastes like olives." No. I usually tell them I will cry if they make me. But, there I was on Kelly's couch. He had a plate of salmon in front of him and I had a concerned look on my face. One of Kelly's favorite games is to get me to try new foods. I've eaten: mushrooms, Greek food, German weirdo cabbage and sausages, Hawaiian food... so I had a feeling it was coming. "Just take a little bite." He cut off a piece and then cut that piece in half when I objected to the size of the first. He had that mischievous smile on his face....I know that look. He dangled the fork in front of my face and for some reason, I just can't say no to that boy. I bit down over the fork and chewed. Staccato. Quickly swallowed. My heart was telling me it was wrong, but it wasn't gross enough to make me puke. I did it. I crossed the threshold. Next step for Kelly: sushi. I know it. But I've resisted for so long...

First time skiing. (real pictures to come)

Since Kelly works at Park City Mountain Resort, he knows all the tricks of the trade. So, he got us into a ski lesson. I never thought I'd ever go skiing. I figured it a rich man's sport, something only to be done by those with money and athletic ability: neither of which I have readily accessible. But, there we were. We strapped on the awkwardly stiff boots and walked out into the snow (as well as we could) where we met Harry, our instructor. Our ideal vision that we were to be the only two in the lesson was soon crushed by two Asians named Lee and Young, who spoke the opposite of English. Kelly kept hitting me with his ski pole and I threw snow balls at his coat while Harry explained how to hoist the skis over our shoulders. Once we got our feet locked into the skis, I was in love. You just slide down hills covered in snow! It's amazing! The speed, the wind, the snow... And the chair lift... it's like a rollercoaster. I loved it all. As we rode up the ski lift our second to last time, we saw one little boy sliding down on his butt, his snowboard obviously out of control, screaming, "I CAN'T STOP!" We laughed. I only fell once. I was victorious. Kelly fell zero times. He was even more victorious.
So, it's pretty safe to say we're professional skiers now and you can catch us on the slopes. And it's also pretty safe to say, dating Kelly is the most fun in the world. I'd recommend you try it, but then I'd have to fight you.

This stage in life is funny. We'll only live it once. All of my friends will only be getting married at once, once. I'll only apply for graduation after 5 years at BYU once. I'll only be a student teacher once. I'll only be Kelly's girlfriend playing Nascar pinball once...oh wait. That happens every other day...
But, I guess when you think about it...everything happens once only -- in very specific terms. You may get married twice, but each time will be different and thus, firsts. Even if you do the same thing twice in a row...it'll be different because you'll be in a different position, with a different look on your face, at a different time, with different people, thinking about something completely different. See? Anything can only happen once.
So...Live it up.

Bam. Done.