11.29.08 #2


Photo Illustration for Comms 365. The idea was that it could accompany a story about the ill effects of "Twilight" on girls (and guys too, just ask Ked or Adam). Thanks to my girl Kelsey for posing. Holla' back, b!

11.29.08

Something my brother-in-law found on Craig's List. I love crazy Utah people.

Wanted: Time Machine

Reply to: sale-936546466@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-11-28, 1:33AM

Need time travel device to share wisdom of present with past self and prevent foibles of teenage years. Will rent or borrow if an option. Serious, working time machines only. No theories or prototypes plz. Also, advice on safely altering time continuum welcome.

11.16.08

i had a dream last night that has pushed me into being for out going. i already know i need to correct some of my social habits--like, only really becoming friends with guys i would like to date. it even goes so far as to not even introduce myself or carry on a 2 minute conversation with a guy if i have no intentions of ever being interested in dating them. yes, i know this is a problem.
anyway, my dream last night. it was pretty muddled, but the gist of it was me coming really late to a ward activity where we were all sitting around in a big square (not circle, which is worth mentioning, because who sits around in a square without a table in between to shape them?) i was asked why i was late, and it was because "i was at my sisters" which, aside from saying, "hello" and "for the love!" i say more than anything. i'm not ashamed of this, of course not, it's just a fact of life--or rather, my life. my friend carly was there, who actually lives in Indiana, so that was strange. when i started getting annoyed looks from people because i was at my sister's instead of with single people who i could possibly marry, i got defensive. "jeez! i was helping her out! and eating dinner. and besides, it's not like carly is really social or anything." this was said in jest because carly is incredibly outgoing, friendly and social, but the crowd took it in all seriousness. suddenly i was being attacked by wads of paper, flying pencils and projectile paper clips. they went from a somewhat normal singles' ward to an angry mob. apparently carly was very popular in my dreamland ward, so any attack on her was a threat to them all. i ran away, looking for someone to be my friend. i was crossing a street when carly and some random guy started walking toward me. i tried to explain to them i had been joking, but carly didn't respond and the guy goes, "i'm sorry, you're just so anti-social. i don't think you really belong. maybe you should try harder." you'd think i'd be mad, but instead i was struck by the truth of his wards. i really don't belong in my ward, but it's mostly my own fault.
so, this morning i was happy to get up, even after only 6 1/2 hours of sleep. i got dressed, curled my hair and made sure to brush my teeth really well because i was determined to talk to a lot of people at church. we were late to church, but we sat next to a kid i've met several times before--blaire...i think that's how you spell it. after the meeting he asked what my name was. ouch. but at least he didn't throw a roll of tape at me.
i talked to tyler, he actually came up to me, so that was nice. i said hi to alex and i signed a little bit with samantha and, well, you get the idea. i think it was a success. oh! and i even went to choir. yeah. i know. that might be pushing it, seeing as i have a vocal range of 6 notes, but i didn't go to sing. i went to socialize. i said the opening prayer and shared my music with lexie. man, i was a total socialite today.

and now, to counteract the effects, i am sitting alone in my room. moderation in all things, right?

11.15.08

Do you ever wonder how many tiny people you've swallowed because you didn't hear them scream from your spoon?

I have. And it geeks me out.

11.10.08 #2


my friend krystin posted this map on her blog. i thought it was cool. notice how "soda" is used on the east and west coasts, and every other fad starts on the coasts and works its way in. it's only a matter of time before we're saying "soda" instead of "pop," which will be a sad day indeed.

11.10.08

Last night I dreamed. It was one of the first times I have been conscious of my dreaming and remembered the dream in a long time. I like dreaming because usually they're funny or trippy. Last night? Not so much. I was myself in the dream, living a typical day here at BYU. But it wasn't just typical, it was a bad typical day. I woke up, in the dream, and started finishing my home work as a result of procrastination this weekend. I was reading my ASL book, but got a phone call and didn't finish. Then I was reading my ethics book and was trying to think of a response to the chapter to turn in at class. But, something got in the way and I had to leave. So I was in a panic but had to go to my first class. I wasn't prepared for it, but sat down and signed the roll anyway. Then my dad walked in and asked me to leave class. As I walked out I saw my teacher scratching my name off the roll. When I got outside, my dad said I was late to go see a movie with my mom. I was glad to be with my family, but so frustrated that I had to skip class. I never skip class--ever. I could know that we are going to watch "Little Women" which I've seen over 60 times in the past 5 years, but I would go. So, mom and I were walking to the movie theatre and I realized by going to the movie I would be skipping my second class too. By then my panic was spreading from my stomach into my heart and lungs and it was hard to breathe. Finally, my mind kind of shut off in the dream. I decided that if I pretended it wasn't really happening, that everything would be ok. So I did. And I calmed down. Then I woke up for real, to the sound of my cell phone. I could've been really angry, but I was so excited that it was all a dream and I would be able to live my real day a lot better than my dream day. So I've been in a good mood all day, despite my runny nose, bruised knee, blistered foot, the rain clouds and the pressure of finishing my internship application.
I don't think it's fair that my real world is creeping so blatantly into my dream world. Lame.

11.9.08

Monument Valley, UT
"Cowboy"
(Comms 365 General News Photo)

Tyler Small - the photo my teacher picked for the sports photo. He said fooz ball wasn't really a sport, but still liked the photo.