Things I Want to Do Before I Die
Go ice-skating in Central Park.
Write a screenplay.
Kiss Chris Carrabba.
Watch the Olympics from the stands.
Tour Europe and confess my undying love to someone on the street.
Go Hang gliding.
Live in an apartment with a glass roof and a loft.
Stop someone from getting on a plane.
Put a random message on a billboard.
Create C.D. art for some unknown band.
Dye my hair some exotic color and leave it.
Paint something real.
Learn the foxtrot.
Revive Wildcat Video.
Jump into a vat of mandarin oranges.
Have someone crazy-love me.
Fly in a Blue Angel.
Live in a house wedged between Bryana’s and Diane’s.
Learn to play Pachelbel’s Canon on the violin.
*Thanks for the idea, Di! I love you!!
"Veil is Ruined in the Rain "
Marriage: Unappreciated dinners, pit-stained A-shirts, snoring, shaved stubble hibernating in the sink, remote Nazi-ness, more devotion to work than to breathing, grumbling, etc. etc.
Yuck! Why would anyone ever want to get married?? Look at all those ghastly cons. Perhaps, I’m pessimistic because of my hefty inability to keep a stable relationship with anyone of the opposite sex. I’m utterly hopeless.
I talked to Dano tonight about the temple. He told me not to worry, that I would in fact get married...and soon (anything is soon compared to a supposed 56 year wait). And yes, I’m talking about picture-drawing-mold-hating-Dano who swore I’d be single til at least age 65.
Lets say opportunity and preparation meet and voila! I’m Mrs. Something-Something.
What now? Impropable Perks of matrimony:
- You’ll always have someone to chase around the house with a pudding covered dishrag.
- Each night would be filled with hyena like laughter.
- It would be cute to argue over something stupid and realize your ridiculousness; I mean you’ve endured so many things.
- Always having someone to hold your hand, I mean REALLY hold your hand.
- You could gross out the kids by woah-kissing in front of them.
- You could talk about nothing for hours and come away feeling like it was the most important conversation ever held.
- To watch your love bless your newborn baby. Wow.
- To kneel across from them, to devote your entire life to one purpose…to make them and God happy, bonds impossible to break.
- To breathe them in everyday…your one constant.
- Free massages!
- Someone to pray with each morning.
- To have such crazy-love that even your children take notice, and know exactly what to look for when its time.
- Someone who skips a day of work for an extra-long surprise weekend getaway.
- To spend an eternity learning and discussing the mysteries of God with your best friend.
- Having someone to just swing with on the porch.
- Can you imagine walking down the aisle to him?!!??! Tears falling on both parties cheeks.
- A supporter for when you want to create a coalition against the school’s corrupt PTA.
- Someone to dance with on top of the dining table.
- He won’t laugh when you have this undying urge to pop a tent and sleep in the backyard.
- You’ll always have a home.
Nothing this good exists. Maybe thats why the world is so spastic?
In Pictures You're Mine
A
picture says a thousand words. But does it ever tell the entire story?
I LOOOOOOOVE Pachelbel's Cannon. Crazy-love it.
Maggie...the coolest person/R.A. eva!
Crazy-Love...
"Seaside gusts of wind,
And a house in which we don’t live,
And the shadow of a cherished cedar
In front of a forbidden window…
Perhaps there is someone in this world
To whom I could send all these lines. Well then!
Let the lips smile bitterly
And a tremor touch the heart again."
-Anna Akhmatova
BYU-tylicious?
This is hilarious...
An excerpt from Brett's blog:
Anyway, about an hour before the dance ended, a dance group up front started booing the DJ. Well, the DJ simply turned off the music and gave them a little lecture that went something like this:
"You guys need to stop taking your anger about the bad music out on me. I'm under restrictions on what I can play and have to play appropriate music. And you, the group right in front, especially need to stop because you are the reason I have to play this bad music: to keep you from dancing dirty. So knock it off. If you don't like it leave.''
EXACTLY why I don't go to the dances here. They just aren't ready for this jelly.
"Stressed Out Hurting Like a Monday"
Pardon my blog…it’s rather piecy today. Then again, so am I.
Don’t ever rent Requiem for a Dream. It’s less tolerable than that nauseating cheer movie, Sugar and Spice.
The Walk of Life went well. My candle caught the cup on fire but Levi saved the day. It's remarkable how strong the spirit is when we sing in masses...I miss tunnel singing:(.
Fab 2 all the way!!! Just doesn't have the same dorky ring to it...sad day.
I got out of the parking ticket! My deductive logic class is really helping me out.
I miss my violin version of Pachelbel’s Canon. I just don’t know where it ran off to.
Weird Conversation of the Day:
Melissa: So did you always know you’d end up at BYU?
Rachel: No, actually…I had my heart set on UW.
Melissa: UW? That wouldn’t be THE University of Washington-Seattle UW, would it?
Rachel: Yeah, why?
Melissa: No reason... How did BYU win?
Rachel: It’s the Lord’s University.
Melissa: Amen, Sista!
I don’t recommend blocking someone to make a point. They won’t get the memo...because you’ve blocked them. DUH.
It’s not like I ran around with a nametag that read, “HI! MY NAME IS GERTHIE. But somehow it caught like cholera and I’m stuck responding to things like Gerthie-Poo. Thanks Jer-Bear…I take pride in fat-crap.
Read Diane's blog.
Bryananannanana!! I miss you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much!! (My arms are stretched 1600 miles for a hug!) I hope all is well, Kiddo.
Today's State Hate: Screw Virginia.
Ahhhhhhhh!!! SoCo's openers are Armour for Sleep and STRAYLIGHT RUN!!?!!? Yay!!!!!!! WOW guys I can't wait.
What is "home" anyway?
Last Call of the Day
Wicker Park was so amazing the first time that we just had to see it a second. We were 20 minutes to the end when the phone rings. Who calls at 2 o'clock in the morning? So, Rachel answers assuming its her oh-so-cute boyfriend wishing her sweet dreams. BUT, it was for ME. (Yay!! Someone's going to wish ME sweet dreams!!!)
Me: Hello?
Guy: Hello, Melissa! This is Taking Back Sunday and you have just won a free acoustic phone concert!
Me: Wha? Huh? (ADAM LAZZARRA KNOWS MY NAME)
Guy: (singing) September never stays this cold where I come from and you know, Im not one for complaining. How I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart, falls apart...(sings all of Great Romances)
Me: (By now I've melted to the floor, utterly confused.) That was brilliant, but please who are you really??
Guy: Adam Lazzara
Me: I'm not buying it.
Guy: You aren't?
Me: Ha, no.
Guy: I found you on facebook. And saw that you liked Taking Back Sunday.
Me: Facebook?! You go to BYU??
(Rachel in background, "Oooo you've got a fan club Meli!!")
Guy: Ha, yea.
Me: Wow, well you guys are really STELLAR!! Do you ever play at the Muse?
Guy: I wish! You know of the Muse??
Me: Cha
Guy: Well totally have to go!
Me: I don't even know you!
Guy: Hi, Im Kobe!
Me: Ha, you are crazy!
Guy: You sound hot.
Me: I sound like I'm 5...are you some kind of pedophile?
Guy: No, haha I go to BYU remember? Do you have a boyfriend??
Me: Haha, are you seriously asking me that
Guy: ...ya
Me: Um, no... not any more.
Guy: GREAT!! Can I play you something else?
Me: Id love that.
He starts singing A Decade Under the Influence. He and his band are so good I question if they are just playing me the acoustic version's of actualTBS. But theres this part in Decade that goes, "to hell with you and all your friends" (my favorite part) and haha... Kobe sang it as "heck". The cutest thing EVER. So they finish the song. AMAZING. But my roommates are about to kill me, because Wicker Park is on hold, with only 2 scenes to go.
Me: Hey, Kobe
I gotta go. My roommates are about to disconnect the phone.
Kobe: Suck...ok, ok. Melissa?
Me: Yeah?
Kobe: Can I call you tomorrow?
Me: Ha sure.
…Better than "sweet dreams."
Worse than Picking a Favorite Food...
I need a song that describes me...my personality, my dorkiness, my whatever....we are making a C.D. for our floor. A compilation of illustrating songs… so that a piece of each of us can be remembered via pop culture. I have TOO many favorites...any ideas??
Double Take and a Half
I was manning the cash register at Cosmo’s last night. It was deader than Passover in ancient Egypt….and as equally boring. What to do… I turned around and took a sip from my Sweetheart cup. I heard someone walk up to the counter (yes a customer!!) so I quickly turned around to check them out...check their things out…like their purchases, anyway! All the blood that was in my face slid deep into my throat and clotted in this giant mass of fear. It was the twin…dun dun duuuum.
“Hi!”
“H…Hell..O. (An eternity worth of awkward silence lapses) “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, just these.”
With (obvious) thorough scrutiny, I concluded that they didn’t look much alike after all. The eyes were all wrong and he was about 4 inches too short…oh well.
My manager had been watching this unnerving encounter from nearby. After “he” left she prodded me, “What was THAT all about? You went pale-white!”
“Oh…he just reminded me of someone I used to know.”
Something that Produces Results
Wow, I’m such a bum. I just woke up…it’s 1:30. I can’t use the excuse that I went to bed late. 3 a.m. is usually a bit early for me. So what IS my excuse? A CRAZY dream, one of those in which you force yourself to stay asleep just a bit longer to see the end unfold. Unfortunately, I don’t remember how it ended or even the basis of the plot. Jude Law and Uma Thurman were present, and I was ridiculously in love. My younger cousin, Carma, placed an oil pastel in a silent auction. A friend of mine bought it for 185 dollars. The weirdest part of my dream… I had to pee really badly. So I dash to the bathroom. The room has at least two huge picture windows on each wall. I’m frantically trying to pull down the blinds when my Grandma walks in and asks me to bring her some Golden Grahams out of food storage for dinner. I think this is when I woke up? …I have an extreme subconscious.
Last night, I was supposed to attend the dance. I was pretty bummed after a tow truck had to meet me at the mall to give the Mazda a boost. (Good news: I finally got the key out of the ignition. Bad news: I missed water aerobics because of it.) I went ahead and got ready, but just wasn’t feeling it. I ended up at Clean Flicks. I had no idea what I was looking for… it seemed like everything was checked out anyway. The guy at the counter saw that I had brought back Eternal Sunshine. He threw me a line from his cash-register-wielding fortress…”How’d you like it?” I smiled…”like is an understatement.” He laughed, “You’re right… I loved it too.” This is when he comes over. We play a movie-game of the sort. He’d ask me if I had seen this one, that one, and how I liked them. We did this for a good 30 minutes. We went over to his collection…he made me promise to rent Donnie Darko and was mad at me for hating Kill Bill. I thought he was crazy for liking Aliens, and he was embarrassed for loving Shakespeare in Love. I ended up with Wicker Park and I pledged to return and give him a thorough review...yes I fell in love with the boy at the movie store who has a tattoo. My concluding thoughts on the Clean Flicks visit: Guys who wear girl jeans...WOW.
Wicker Parkis the most (I’m leaving this blank because there is no adjective to justify the awesomeness of this movie) ________ film I’ve seen. It made my top 5 in the first 30 minutes. I don’t want to give a single scene away but I have to say something about the end... I replayed it four times before I went to bed. No wonder I dreamt about crazy love.
He couldn't even stand in her presence.
My 1/2 of the Cubicle
Blast From the Past ...Pepperidge Farm Cherry Turnover
Lest we forget…a beautiful Fab 4 Moment:
Location: Arby’s drive -thru
- Arby’s Worker Chick: (drone) Hello, welcome to Arby’s, how are you?
- Me: (perky) Hi!!! I’m just stellar! How are you?
- AWC: (fake-perky) NO way! SPIFFY! Like totally cool!! (drone)…can I take your order
- Me: (fake drone) I would like a Jr. Roast Beef Adventure Meal with a Sprite please… OH… AND a Pepperidge Farm cherry turnover, PLEASE.
- AWC: (fake perky) Is that like all!!?
- Me: (fake drone) Yes…that’d be it.
- AWC: (fake sad) Awww…well I’m sorry we are all out of cherry turnovers.
- Me: (anxious) You don’t have ANY Pepperidge Farm cherry turnovers??!Are you SURE??
- AWC: (fake preppy) Uhm, like…ya!
- Me: (annoyed) Are you LYING to me?
- AWC: (annoyed) NO
- Me: (weary) Alright…I believe you. (sad) I’ll settle with Apple.
- AWC: (drone) Right…please pull around mam.
*Mary pulls around and meets the Arby’s worker, who thinks SHE’S the perky wench. We’re all afraid as the femmy Arby’s worker is an uber dike.
…I think you had to be there….anyways!
Meet me at Montauk
So, I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tonight…probably not the greatest idea in the world. (...not even about to get into the horde of irony provoked by this choice.) My own mind was spent so I proceeded to bed. The fetal position was pacifying, and the homemade tent sprung from my bedspread was equally consoling. Would you ever erase your memories? I used to joke that such a proposition was the only solution to my 'misfortune'. But presently... I don’t have anything to erase. All the reminiscences must have sprouted legs and walked off one day when I was struggling to finish Art History and worrying which would arrive first, my dress or Preference.
I received a parking citation yesterday. Blasted BYU cops, I suppose they’ve got not a thing better to do than prey upon poor freshman.
I have a condition in which I’m addicted to blowing off class. I have no idea how I managed an A-B average last semester (inspiration for all)…the only week I went to every class was the first. But I’ve managed to surpass my own record with winter semester…I didn’t even make it the first week. BUT I would like to announce 100% attendance for all three classes I had today! (Where's my red ribbon and cherry-flavored rainbow stick?) And I plan on attending both of my classes tomorrow…however, we shall see if 10:00 a.m. buzzing finds me well. To think: for four years I woke up at 5:30 every morning…ahh life BEFORE Phil205, Germ101, RelC333, etc.
I decided to take a “weird” class this semester; ya know…spice up my learning experience? The course I decided upon was Weight Training for Beginners. WHAT was I thinking? …the bar is a lot heavier than it looks. One perk (more like 45 if you count them individually)…the class is co-ed (2% betty, 98% guy)…meaning serious eye candy. So as I kill myself on the leg extension at least I die with a nice view and all.
I have no idea what the Mazda is groaning about now but it is making this funky knocking noise. I went to park (in the right lot this time) and my keys would not come out of the ignition. So my car is just kind of sitting there, keys and all... every thief's dream. But, what am I suppose to do? There’s no way I was going to willfully lock my keys in the car, again! I was planning a trip to Temple Square this Monday in honor of ol' Marty Jr.…I think I might have to postpone my touristy ambition.
News to Everyone!!! Something Corporate is coming to SLC on February 11…I’m so there. If you want to go, hit the cell or what-not. Tickets are already on sale from your favorite monopolizer…SmithsTix.com . K, now that I’ve turned my blog into an infomercial…
A thanks for everyone’s ‘Someone, somewhere’ comments. It’s stellar that people actually read this thing…ha and a bit scary. I might have to watch what I write in the future.
Sweet spotless dreams all.
Quote of the Day:
“How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!”
-Alexander Pope
I Love the Prophet
The divine role of women in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints:
"Without you [the women of the Church] the plan could not function. Without you the entire program would be frustrated. As I have said before from this pulpit; when the process of creation occcured, Jehovah, the creator under instruction from His Father, first divided the light from the darknesss, and then seperated the land from the waters. There followed the creation of plant life, followed by the creation of animal life. Then the creation of man and culminating that act of divinity came the crowning act, the creation of woman." -President Gordon B. Hinckley
Anyone, Anywhere
Someone, somewhere:
- has crazy love.
- is reading Weighing the Dog.
- is singing number 11.
- is designing the world’s fastest rollercoaster.
- is talking to Chris Carrabba (lucky them).
- is categorizing their M & M’s by color.
- is belting out Ice, Ice Baby in the shower.
- is seeing their first shooting star.
- is falling out of love.
- is sewing a coat I will buy next fall.
- is taste testing wedding cakes.
- is beginning to understand life.
- is snapping their flip phone in half.
- is having hot chocolate with an old friend.
- is wishing it was this time last year.
- is learning the German word for confused.
- is getting a parking lot hug.
- is celebrating their little girl’s first birthday.
- is wondering why he likes piece of crap music.
- is laughing about LaBamba...still.
- is doing the interpretive dance to Great Romances.
- is glad to be talking again.
- is silently confessing their love via poster board.
- is infactuated with Oh, You are the Roots That Sleep Beneath my Feet.
- is eating Cranberry Bliss.
"I'm better off Home on a Saturday Night "
At 8:28; Ab and I were running around Clean Flicks like five-year-olds at Chucky Cheese. It was time to renew our membership to a spotless-clean Hollywood. (I love oxymorons.) Garden State had been on my to-watch list for quite some while. Unfortunately it had already been snatched up for the evening; thus our options were infinite. When I saw Death to Smoochy wedged between Ella Enchanted and The Chronicles of Riddick, I just had to save it. Abby aided in the effort by a happy nod of approval. A date with Edward Norton…SCORE!!! We drove back to the D.T. Ghetto; our persona’s that of middle aged women about to see Barry Manilow live. Smoochy did not disappoint…I mean what could be better than 109 minutes of a morally sound Edward Norton ‘denting’ the world in a fuschia rhino suit? Wal-Mart, maybe? Ab and I had a Wal-Mart craving. It was 11:23; we had approximately 37 minutes to shop “legally.” The movie section found us well. We ended up scouring the place for any and every Paul Newman flick. We found Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Abby opted to add it to her budding classic-movies collection. The time was 11:54 and all we needed was a Wal-Mart associate with cashiering skills. We found ONE, just a few minutes later than the 50 customers in front of us. We started wiggin at 11:59…it was almost Sunday!! We really didn’t want to break the Sabbath; Paul Newman isn’t worth that type of guilt. There wasn’t much we could do for our salvation though...the line was moving at the rate of my former Art History class. TORTURE!! 3 people from the front…it was fifteen minutes past a sin free weekend and we were starting to lag. So Ab, slightly props herself up on our fellow Wal-Mart shoppers cart. She wasn’t laying on the cart or anything...more like resting her hand on it. The customer (probably mid forties- Lane Bryant shopper- far too many kids- insensitive husband- the typical midlife crisis woman) whips around (her line of fire piercing Abby’s iris’) and sneers, “OH, is my cart causing you problems?!” Woah…She pulls a 180 and continues thin conversation with Wal-Mart Shopper Number 1. Ab just stares at me and then of course we break open, spilling laughter everywhere. Some people are FAR too territorial for my liking. So when Shopper 2 a.k.a. mid-life-whatever-chick had her back turned, Ab and I would spitefully touch the cart. At one point, Abby pretended to grab the cart and shove it into our new friend…bowling practice. Not 30 seconds later, our lovely foe graced us yet again with her beady eyes and a Barbie-fake smile. “Here, let’s just get this out of your way. It’s obviously causing some problems.” I couldn’t take it anymore…that WENCH!!!! “OHHH my GOOOSH, thank you soooooooo much. We REALLY appreciate it!!!!” My forged smile was the size of Texas...And knocked the plastered kindness right off her face. But she wasn’t done yet, “Yeah, I’m suuure you do.” UGH…bite the big one lady. I laughed inwardly as I watched the cashier ring up her Tampax…psh no excuse! "Midol's on aisle 5."
Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn
“Since you’ve been gooooooone!!!!!” Yeah that was me screaming at the windshield on University Parkway this afternoon. My Black Durango driving neighbor (mid 20’s male, good teeth, exceptional hair, nice butt {well I’m assuming… no pun intended}but most importantly…an undecorated left wedding finger) turned at just the right moment, my mouth was open wide for the ‘on’ sound in gone. BUSTED. I politely regained composure and sheepishly smiled. But he went beyond grinning…he was practically convulsing with laughter; my punishment for indulging in American Idol corporateness... It’s clear that my music taste buds are a changin’. There are two genres of music that I loathe. The winners: Rap and Country. So WHY am I so into the new song Over & Over!?! (A duet-type by Tim McGraw and Nelly for those of you out there who remain untainted from corporate America.) It’s sick and must be stopped! And who voted for Straylight Run on Yahoo Launch!!? First, Taking Back Sunday and NOW Straylight…who’s next? Brand New…grrrr. The holy punk-emo trinity (hmm that sounds a bit sac-relgious...not my intent!)is being exposed to all the blunkheads of the world! Song of the Day: February 15th
"This is a Lesson in Procrastination"
Perhaps, I’m dead? I cannot find a single emotion to fuel this punk fried blog. Home ended my sleeping drought. But in result, began an immovable writer’s block the size of Cuba. Last night I broke my I.D. card when watching Alias…Vaughn and Sidney totally “made out.” Anyway, my face has snapped in half which is convenient (I really loathe that picture, doesn’t look a thing like me). I think it’s a sign that I should cut my hair. That or move to the Netherlands. I babysat for Belgium kids once; they ran around screaming in Flemish. My little Hawaiian fruitcake ate cuttlefish in front of me tonight. It’s the rankest smelling edible specimen. Rach and I are taking water aerobics at the RB, my Grandma used to take a similar class at Brittlebank. But that doesn’t change its effectiveness…I have to study Philosophy now.
Love the Emotion-Evoking Futon
…Forty-three hours and forty-five minutes later. My holiday in the sun is now officially defunct. I was welcomed to Provo, Utah by twenty-nine degree coldness; half the warmth of Indiana. Inside my dorm, temperatures peaked at eighty-five; someday I will figure out the thermostat! I laid down on my feather bed and hugged Bella; absorbing the heat wave. I reflected over the past few weeks; and realized I’d already forgotten the bulk of it. They say (whoever “they” is) you commit to memory that which you write on paper. So I’m going to jot this down and keep the memories…
- December 18, 2004: I arrived home at four a.m. My front door was clad in a Welcome Home Melissa sign...I have the most stellar best friend ever! After happy reunions with my bed, dog, and car I joined five of the seven at Hacienda for a little fiesta!
- December 19, 2004: Ready for Texas?! (Take notice: My most spontaneous moment.) Bry and I drove the wicked twelve hours (nothing compared to what I was about to go through). Yay for the Green family!!! I missed them much.
- December 20, 2004: Texas Hold `Em was rough. I’m so inauspicious…suspicious and vicious. Jace taught us how to properly use an exercise ball…interesting. My ribs hurt a hecka-lotta for the next three days.
- December 21, 2004: Parting ‘tis such sweet sorrow. Jace left on an airplane…we waved real big. Later the Greens left for Phoenix.
- December 22, 2004: ‘Wind is cold alright back in Dallas.’ It was daunting; hanging out in torrential snowfall…a city larger than some third world countries. Serendipity found me well, as did a long hot bath.
- December 23, 2004: Ahhh, this is the day I was stuck in Arkansas for twelve hours…enough said.
- December 24, 2004: Home at last. It wasn’t much of a pre-Christmas celebration…Dad and I caught up over angel-hair spaghetti with meatballs (my fave!!).
- December 25, 2004: It would be an immense understatement to call the Dart family loud. Even so, I love them and was ever so willing to become reacquainted with these entertaining kinfolk. My brother gave me an awesome Christmas present, like teary-eyed awesome. For a few hours he was my best friend again and I longed for some laser tag; Star Wars style of course. (He always let me be the Storm Trooper…such a good guy.) Santa brought me a four mega pixel digital camera; expect some quality photography. Not Brett-quality…but let’s be realistic:).
- December 26, 2004: Church was cancelled. I slept like a ligament trapped under a fat butt. The prophet spoke on CNN, always a delight to hear the words of such a spiritual giant.
- December 27, 2004: Got re-accustomed with Eastland mall. And the greatest moment of my break…TEQUILAS!!! Yay for white cheese!!!
- December 28, 2004: To go or not to go…I didn’t go…glad I didn’t go. Brett called (Indiana Brett not Cali Brett) and asked me to drive him home from a party. We ended up at DQ, the usual sundaes- cherry for me chocolate for him. An Incubus DVD and AFA pics awaited us back at his place.
- December 29, 2004: Shopping with Wendi!! But the car ride was the best part.
- December 30, 2004: Meet the Fockers…I give it two middle fingers up. No…I wouldn’t do THAT, but it WAS a huge letdown. I was expecting more “Kung-fu grip” and altar burnings. They tried too hard.
- December 31, 2004: Suit case stuffing began. I had to clean the Mazda and psych it up for the twenty-four hour drive to Utahopia. I thought I was leaving the First and turned down any and all New Year plans. At the last minute my dad informed me that the trek would not begin til the Second. I stayed home anyway. Hanging out with Bernie will always be more fun than drunk-watching…drunk-watching just isn’t fun when the drunkards are people you care about.
- January 1, 2005: 2-0-0-5…weird. I finished packing.
And now it’s over…Forty-three hours and forty-five minutes later.
The Mazda meets Utahopia
Hmm something with a little substance shall we? IM GONNA BARF!!!! I ate entirely too much pizza! Thin crust is soooooo deceiving. How many pieces of cardboard can you down? Like 20…but as your lying in bed about to lose it all plus some, it feels like a lot more than just 20. So anyways…I can’t sleep. Go figure. It’s my last night in my own bed for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. We are leaving at 6 in the morning and driving for 15 hours!! Who knows where that’ll put us. Nebraska…oh gosh I’m having Arkansas flashbacks!!!! *Cough, cough.* Bretto have I ever told you that I appreciate your coughs? It adds a lot to Internet conversation. I’m going to be running on 3 hours of sleep. Wait no, only about 2. Kill me now. I’m so not ready to go. Although, fall semester was probably the best time of my life, you get so used to home…then you are forced to detach and then reattach and I swear it messes with my town-clinginess. I’ve decided that I have no writing skill in Indiana…is that blatantly obvious or what? BUT Indiana does rid me of my insomnia…tonight being the Catch22 of course. This is going nowhere and I think I took entirely too much Nyquil (weird…Nyquil is in my Word dictionary) for my own good.
"This is one more late night basement song."
Hypothetically… you have one day to live. So you live that day to its fullest. You eat at your favorite restaurant, ordering all of your beloved entrees. Consumption until your gut spills out a good 6 inches over your once flattering Hollister jeans. You spend quality time with all your loved ones by: Rotating and mounting tires with your father. Psychoanalyzing life with a best friend in the driveway. Watching Meet the Focker’s with your mother and her mother. And chatting it up with a fake-drunken ex. You suck in as much MTV as your brain will allow, and you say goodbye to all your favorite pieces of “Rome.” After this glorious day of accomplishment and feat you find a miscalculation…today isn’t your last day at all, tomorrow is. So what do you do with a last-day-to-live when you’ve already checked off everything on your If-I-Were-To-Die-Tomorrow list? You force yourself to remember the one thing you “forgot.”
