Blue Monday

I would like to apologize to those of you who as of late, have asked me questions and merely recieved a blank stare, confused look, or absolutely nothing at all from me. I have been out-of-commission for about the last week or so with a very annoying cold. Most of it is gone now with the exception of some sniffles and the fact that I can't hear very well because my ears are plugged. I'd like to thanks my roommate Christine for pumping me with liquids and for trying in vain to get me to drink that horrible Theraflu. No offense Christine, I appreciate it, but I still maintain that it tastes like fromaldehyde.

On a much happier note, one of my classes ends in two weeks which makes me very very happy! And suprisingly, when I forgot all about the mid-term and just happened to stumble into class, completely out of it and coughing my brains out, I still got to take the thing and even did better than a lot of the other students who actually studied. Ironic.

And I'm going to toot my own horn here and let you know that I made pot roast yesterday and it was some dang good stuff! I'll never tell myself I can't cook again. Well....that's probably not true, but oh well.

Spontaniety

Yay for spontaniety, it gives us some of our best experiences.

Well, Friday night my friend Kelly and I decided to be spontaneous and made plans to drive down to St. George the next day to go see Les Miserables at Tuachan. Very ingenious. We buy the tickets for the show that night, we're going! After all, the tickets are non-refundable. :)

So after work/meetings the next day, we start out on our journey, very excited, listening to the Eagles as we go. We're pretty pumped.

We're just a few miles outside of Nephi when my car starts to make a funny sound and I said, "That's not normal" in my head I'm like, "Great! A flat tire!" Totally stoked. We pull over and assess the damage. I get a point, it's a flat tire. So we open the trunk to get the spare out, and while looking in the trunk I can't see my jack. Great! Luckily this very nice guy named Cody, pulls over to help us, finding my jack in the process (I felt very very intelligent at that moment). We find out in the course of his fixing the tire that he's from Payson and is on his way to Manti to perform country music for something or other. Very nice guy, totally saved us!

So, spare tire now on the car we drive to the nearest tire place to have them look at the tire to figure out what happened. On our investigation we didn't see any tell-tale signs of a nail or other sharp object that could have caused the flat. The tire guy, we'll call him Bob (cause I frankly didn't get his name, he didn't seem to like lady-folk that much) takes my tire, looks at it and says the magic words, "This tire is completely shot, you'll have to get a new one". Spontaneity just got a lot more expensive. And to think I had just had my tires checked by Jiffy Lube not too long ago. Darn Jiffy Lube.

Of course I bought a new tire and we headed on our way, loaded with a much more interesting chapter for our St. George Trip story. Cautiously we continue, hoping I don't lose another tire. Kelly's version of caution was for me to go the speed limit. Mine was to get to St. George fast and to have the good sense to just let the tires fly off if they wanted to.

To make a long story short, we got to St. George, saw Les Miserables - Which was AMAZING! I loved it! I had never seen it before, didn't really know much about it, but it was spectacular! Made me want to do theatre again. Just a little bit.

In the end, our spontaniety paid off, I had to pay a lot to pull it off, but I think it was worth it!

Jailbait

I went shopping with my friend Kelly yesterday afternoon at the Target in Centerville. She bought bookshelves, I bought a night-stand. Times were good. We also went to Kohl's which is pretty much right next to Target. While standing in line to check out, we were just talking and what not, then it was our turn. The checker couldn't have been a day over 19, but he was friendly and we chatted for a bit while he rung up Kelly's shirt and she paid for it. As we left, Kelly suddenly said, "He was totally flirting with you!"
"What? No he wasn't." My natural response
"He was too! He didn't even talk to the lady ahead of us and then we walked up and he was all chatty and friendly."
Well, I still maintain that he wasn't flirting and even if he was, he's like...19. I then stated that I do generally attract either the really young..young guys or geriatric old men. Such is my lot in life.
It was pretty funny.

Later, we were driving home from dinner, and were singing in the car to a ridiculous song from Cats and laughing about it when I sense some movement from the truck next to us at the red light. I look over and it's this little kid waving at me (I say little kid, he was maybe 12 or so. Little kid). I kinda waved back at him, I figured he'd been doing it to all the cars he'd been next to and I'd give his ego a boost. Wrong move. This young Casanova takes that to mean I'm flirting with him and he yells out his number and tells me to call him. Naturally Kelly and I start laughing histerically. The little kid's brother, who was just a slightly older kid, maybe 16 looked all embarassed and started saying things like "Sorry, he's crazy!". The light turns green and we go. Unfortunately, we hit another light soon after. And there's the truck. Again. Only this time, the 16 year old decides to join in his brothers attempts at flirting. Yeah. We get going again, driving a little faster to get away from these kids, but they follow us. Heck, they were chasing us. We come closer to another stop light and quickly change lanes so there is a lane between us and the truck. This guy in a Toyota Camry that had been behind us pulls up between us and the truck. He looks over at us, looks over at the guys in the truck, looks back over at us and gives us a knowing nod. He then inches forward so that the boys can't see us through his car. Our knight in shining Camry! I rolled down my window and gave him a hearty "Thanks!"
Saved in that moment, Kelly and I felt very relieved and so grateful to that guy in the Camry. Alas, as soon as the light changed the "chase" ensued again causing us to go down side roads to avoid further incidents, but wow. Really?

As Kelly and I recount the details to each other again, I took this moment to restate that yes, I CAN get the really really young ones! Jailbait anyone?

Just a Drip

Life has been kinda weird and unpredictable lately.
Not that it has been predictable in the past, but more so than lately I guess.

My roommate is getting married. Yay! I am very happy for her. And even though "roommate time" has turned into "roommate, fiance and me time" (I have dibs on the ultimate third-wheel title) it hasn't been too bad. He's a great guy, so I guess things could be worse.

I've found someone to take over her part of the lease which is helpful to my situation. She's a great gal and I know we'll have a blast together even though our astounding similarities may cause some desires for space on both sides (As long as I can go for a long fast drive or walk in the dark I'll be okay).

My family is going through a long battled crisis that has been wreaking havoc in all of our lives. One of those, "What can I possibly do to help?" "Nothing" kinda things. So I continually ask the question and I generally get the same answer.

School starts this week, bringing with it so much.....I'm sure there's a word I could use to accurately describe the, stress, happiness, fear, frustration, exhaustion and loathing, but I'm currently at a loss.

We rearanged the furniture in our living room yesterday. Sometimes I just get in these moods where I need to change something and if I don't do it right at that moment, I go crazy. Kind of like how I hacked the bushes in front of our apartment down because I could. Next order of business is to paint the living room. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

We've been calling our landlord for over a month now, trying to get him to come fix our kitchen faucet which has hardly any water pressure yet manages to drip incessantly. He must have realized that we were going to keep pestering him because he called back yesterday. How excited am I to see him? Not very.

We were supposed to go to Portland last week, a last hurrah of the summer. Things didn't work out. Oh well, Portland won't get wiped off the face of the Earth any time soon right?

Now that I've been a Debbie Downer for the last 7 paragraphs, I'll knock that off.

A summer breeze is blowing through the trees outside my window and the sound and shimmer or the leaves makes me happy. There are only a few things that make me happier than trees. Camaro's-muscle cars and motorcyles can't really go wrong, Music-nuff said, and Stars. All together it's a pretty sweet combination and causes giddiness that can be pretty embarassing :)

I can hear a motorcycle idling at the stoplight outside. Beautiful. Even the dripping faucet can't bring me down. :)

Lately

I have had the song "Yesterday" by the Beatles floating in and out of my head for the last week or so. Paul McCartney's dulset tones eeking their way into my subconcious. Though I thoroughly love the Beatles, and this song in particular, I must admit that it is slowly becoming quite apparent that in order to preserve that love, it is imperitive that I find a new fall back. So I am taking suggestions.

On another note, I have developed an intense love of trees during my walks around Salt Lake. I find the ones on South Temple particularly soothing and smile-inducing. It's amazing how happy they make me when I see them.