The Crisis

I have had some complaints that all I do is post the occasional video and I don't actually write anything of substance. I am going to work on that. However, before I really commit I want to post a video/song. Mostly song, but I don't really know how to just post the song so you get a youtube video instead. I went and saw 7 pounds a week ago and there was a song at the end that I couldn't get out of my head or my heart I guess (sorry, cheesy I know). I thought I might have heard it before, but I couldn't remember where. Well, I bought the 7 pounds soundtrack to find it and it wasn't even on there! After about an hour of internet searching, I found what I was looking for. I had heard it before in The Legend of 1900 and I remember it having the same effect on me. It's called The Crisis by Ennio Morricone. The third note kills me. I love it so much, maybe you will too.

Resolute

I was rereading my blog from January of last year and I made a lot of resolutions for 2008. Since 2009 is later this week, I thought it would be appropriate to revisit some of these resolutions and see how I did.

1)Get more sleep- I think I can honestly say that I did much better at this in 2008 than the years before. Part of it had to do with being in grad school and EXHAUSTED most of the time, but also the fact that I gave up caffeine seemed to really make the difference. I still struggle about once a week, but I don't think that I am sleep deprived.

2)No more soda. Well, that didn't last long. I drank soda and a lot of it most of the year. Once I quit caffeine I just started drinking soda of the caffeine free variety. But I have done ridiculously well with the no caffeine thing, I think that I can try the no soda thing. Why not?

3)Gym 3X a week. Ha! I think that sums it up.

4)Try harder at work. Well, I only worked half the year and then I started grad school (which is way harder than work). I got straight A's, so I think this one was sufficiently completed. Don't you?

5)Spend less time on the internet. I definitely did this one. Well, I spent less leisure time on the internet. I got rid of LDS linkup and myspace and my blog a day went away, this blog has also been seriously lacking. I think for 2009 I am going to reframe this resolution. I want to be better about posting on my blog.

6)Start singing and performing. Check. Citrine helped me with that. I just wish I had more time.

7) Read at least one book a month. I was reading two a month for a while until school started. I think I read about 12 books this year, maybe thirteen. The book club will go on!!! I am recommitting myself to it this year. January's book is The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz. Read it with me.

8)No more swearing. Well . . . dammit.

Six out of eight isn't so bad, right?

Sometimes I don't feel like I am doing much in my life. I see all my friends with their cute families and projects and I feel a little behind or unsuccessful. As I reflect on the past year of my life, I realize I have had a lot of new experiences. I had my heart broken, I quit my job, I started school and I love it. This time next year I will be a therapist . . . crazy. I'm not behind- just on a slightly different path and that is ok.

As for resolutions my expectations for 2009 aren't so lofty. I am sure that I will get my heart broken again (I don't wish for it, but it happens every year). I know I will have a graduate degree- that's exciting. I hope to be a better friend. I hope to have a few exciting adventures. I hope that next year as I look back on 2009 I will be happy with myself and what I have accomplished. . . and that's about it.

Cold and lost

The semester ended and I decided to get away. Good thing I have someone to getaway to, too bad it's just as cold there as it is here- if not colder. Ah, Missouri. Since it was so cold and since I was really going to see a person and not so much the place, we stayed inside most of the time. We watched an entire season of Lost (it was season 4, holy crap my pants I love that show) and made sugar cookies. . . so so many sugar cookies. I like to think of it as an experiment to find the best store made sugar cookie mix. Walmart's generic brand won (in case you were wondering).

We went to a movie (Keanu Reeves should just stop making movies), Church (this crazy old lady who looked like Liam Neeson told us we were a cute couple), out to dinner, a book store, a little Christmas window shopping and just enjoyed each other's company. It was a good time. Oh and I totally didn't take pictures. I never do, I always forget. So here is one (the other ones were REALLY bad). This is on the way to the airport on the way home.



Dave isn't even looking, but he was driving and it's winter, so can you blame him?

When I got to the airport, my flight had been overbooked due to a snow storm in Vegas- weird. So they offered people a hotel stay and a travel voucher for future use if they gave up their seat. So I did it! The hotel was super nice and now I can travel again for free. Free is always good. But after getting up super early, flying home, working all day and then going to a Holiday party I feel like I might crash at any minute- oh and my house is FREEZING. Seriously, my butt almost stuck to the toilet seat.

Dave showed me this and now I am showing you. I freaking love it.



So amazing, he is singing it phonetically and wearing a diaper.

Let the Right One In

In my last post I mentioned that on our girl's weekend we saw a "vampire movie". I know what you are thinking, but you're wrong. The movie we actually saw did have a little romantic subplot but in a totally different way. If you don't like scary things, you may not want to watch the trailer.



I liked it. It was disturbing and left us talking about it for hours. And rather than sparkling in the sunlight, a vampire actually bursts into flames.

Why do kids make things seem so much creepier?

The Weepies

On Friday, Me, Aliah, Amy and Maren jumped on a plane to California for the weekend. Our main objective was going to see The Weepies on Sunday. But we got a few more things in while we were there. Such as shopping, pedicures, vampire movie, boboa tea, 2 parking tickets, oh and did I say shopping? Not to mention three of us shared a queen sized bed, while one slept on the floor- not the most ideal sleeping arrangements, but still fun.
Here we are paying way too much for breakfast.
The Weepies played at the Hotel Cafe. It had been 2 years since they last played. They were wonderful. They also played some new songs and I can't wait for a new album to come out.
Here we are enjoying the show. One or two or maybe four of us MIGHT have cried at least once during the show.
Can you see them? The Weepies are adorable and in love and couldn't say enough about their cute baby- oh and they make beautiful music together.

It was definitely a successful girl weekend. I loved it and I love my girls. I also love GPS.

My Best Friend's Wedding

Mark got married to beautiful Veronica in Sweden. I couldn't be there, of course and I thought about them all day Saturday. I wish money, time and location wasn't such a factor.

You can never have too much Thanksgiving

I had two Thanksgivings. I went down to St. George with Dave and we had Thanksgiving with his family. It was a lot of food and laziness and fun. We saw two movies Twilight (I know embarrassing, right? Dave wanted to see it, I promise) and Tell No One- that movie is so so good. It's a french, who done it film and I loved it. I don't think it is playing in Salt Lake yet, but if you get the chance to see it, please do. Don't let my like of Twilight keep you from trusting my movie opinion, I normally have excellent taste.

We then drove back up to Salt Lake City and had thanksgiving with my family. Also a lot of food, laziness and fun. My family love their pre dinner finger foods like shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs, cheese balls and crackers- that by the time you eat, you're already stuffed. But everything was delicious. Especially my sister-in-law's sweet potatoes. Wow, they are so good. I should get the recipe.

My mom, true to form, was hilarious as always. Telling her funny stories and making me and Dave sit through her fast forwarding through three hours of the American Music Awards she DVR'd - stopping on every act she thought was good, not limited to the New Kids on the Block reunion medley (she kept saying "aren't they so talented?" and Dave's commentary left me in stitches)- only to finally play the song she intended to show me from the beginning. It was Coolrays performance (AKA Coldplay). Never a dull moment when Sonja is around.

All in all it was a very Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful for a good family and for good people in my life. I have so much to be grateful for.

Guess what? I really don't care what you think.

I really liked today for so many reasons and I may be mocked for those reasons, but I don't care. First of all, I went to the movies with some of my girlfriends, my mom and a couple of guys. Yes, we saw Twilight, and yes, I liked it. It was totally cheesy and some parts were even a little cringe worthy- but I liked it. I won't go wearing any "I love Edward Cullen" t-shirts- but I nerded out a bit when they kissed. It made me and all the fourteen year old girls get weak in the knees and I am not afraid to admit it.

Secondly, I went and saw Coldplay at the Energy Solutions Arena. I really hate that venue, but tonight it wasn't so bad. In fact, I fell in love with Chris Martin just like I did at Coachella in 2005. His voice is beautiful and he dances like a total weirdo and I love it. Every douche bag and clean cut BYU boy was there- with only one hipster that I could see (who seemed so out of place, his skinny jeans and mustache just made him look like a child molester), but I was right there with them swaying and singing my heart out. At one point the band even disappeared from the stage and went to the back of the arena and sang an acoustic version of The Scientist right in a row of lucky people. There was confetti and lasers and pianos and banjos and harmonicas and my heart skipping a beat more than once. I even loved the songs on the new album- the very same album I have listened to ten times and just couldn't get in to. When they played Fix You I wanted to cry because I missed my friend Mark so much- and Amy laughed when I said that the song always reminds me of the atonement (oh just humor me). Even though we were in the nose bleed section, even though the couple in front of us looked like they were from the early 90's and couldn't keep their hands off each other and even though Chris Martin named his children Apple and Moses- I still love loved it. And for those of you that think I am lame, I will just have to quote Amy -"eff them".

Check out Chris Martin on Extras. Hilarious.



In conclusion- my day has left me wanting. Wanting what you ask? To be frenched by a pale skinny brit, that's what.

I love the fall

I walk to school every Thursday and Friday. I have loved fall this year. For one, it has lasted so so long and the leaves have been especially gorgeous. They were gorgeous on the trees and now they are gorgeous on the ground. I think this mainly because it is not my responsibility to rake them up. Most likely, if it were, I would rake them into piles and jump in them- which totally defeats the purpose. Normally, by this time in Utah, it is frigid and snow is on the ground. It makes me so happy that walking to school is still enjoyable and not treacherous and miserable.

However, there is one downfall in all this turning to fall and eventually winter business. My room is FREEZING. We have an older house and I live in the attic. In the summer it's boiling and it the winter it's an ice box. I have my wonderful electric blanket that keeps me warm and so getting out of bed is almost impossible. I have a space heater, but my room is large and it just doesn't do the trick. If only there were a way to have a vent of some sort that pumped hot air into my room so that the whole room felt warm when I got out of bed in the morning. Will someone work on inventing that? Thanks.

. . .

My heart has been very tender over the past couple of weeks. I have talked to many friends and family members about the way I have been feeling and have struggled to really put into words my exact thoughts and feelings. I do want to say that I know God loves all of his children. Since I do struggle to put into words exactly what I wish to communicate, I would encourage you to go to my friend Spencer's blog and read his words HERE. I really appreciate his words and I agree, it is our responsibility to mourn with those that mourn.

Clean and sober

Since grad school began I have pretty much sucked at posting on my blog. I always think about things I could write about, but just can't find the time or energy to actually put it in writing. As you can see from my previous post, I have been sick for about a week. Today is the first day that I actually feel normal and can breathe through my nose without any pharmacological help. Just in time for another week of craziness. It's not so bad, in fact I really like school. I'm broke and I keep living like I have a steady income- but other than that, I really do love my life.

If you have read my blog for a while now, you may know that I have suffered from insomnia for years. Some nights were good, most were bad. I even had a few mishaps in trying to find the right pill that would help me sleep. That was embarrassing. Well, who would have thought that a little self discipline was all I needed? If I knew, I was in serious denial. Let me explain. I am taking a substance abuse class this semester, I really like it. As part of the class we needed to give something up for 30 days. I thought about giving up making out, or sugar or something like that- but in the end I decided on caffeine. I LOVE diet coke, especially with lime. I drank it every day- sometimes three and four times a day. But I didn't think it would be that hard to give up.

Sometime in late August I stopped drinking caffeine. And it was so hard. I relapsed a week into the challenge. Maren and I were at the movies and I just couldn't resist. After two days of binge drinking diet coke I recommitted on September 7. Today I am 70 days without caffeine. It was so hard the first 30 days. I had horrible migraines and all I wanted was a coke to make it feel better. The amazing thing? Now I don't want it, I haven't had a headache in weeks and I sleep!!! I do. Not perfectly, every night, but compared to just a year ago- I sleep.

Oh and my teacher has given me a 30 day and 60 day clean and sober chip that I keep on my car keys. I am sure people will think I'm a recovering alcoholic, but I don't mind. 90 days is just around the corner.



If only I could find my car keys.

Just breathe

But I can't!!!! I have a stuffed up nose and would just sleep all the time if I could. Ugh. When will it end? I need one of these . . .

WE VOTED!!!!

Despite the rain and the crazy wind. We even walked to vote- we are so green.

Halloween!

I like to dress up for Halloween, but I just wasn't into it this year. I wasn't sure what I wanted to be- I didn't go to any haunted houses, I didn't carve a pumpkin. I did, however watch a scary movie with some friends- if you haven't seen 1979's The Changling, please watch it. It's so scary!

I knew that if I didn't dress up I would regret it. I thought about a roller derby girl- but I really didn't want to wear roller skates all night. A friend of mine said that all girls dress up as something sexy, like a sexy witch or sexy butterfly- that someone should dress up as sexy Abraham Lincoln. I thought it was hilarious and decided to do it! The word used to describe me most often was "creepy"- the beard I wore was human hair after all. I seriously question what kind of human hair.




I think Aliah looked awesome as Erykah Badu.

Dyed in order to live

I have been complaining about my gray hair for a while now. It started off with just a few here and there and I would quickly pluck them out and go on with my blissfully youthful life. That is until they basically took over my whole head (ok, not really, but it was getting a little ridiculous). Well, I did it. I dyed my hair and I dyed it much darker, just for effect. I really like it, except that no one has noticed. I suppose that is a good thing, it's supposed to look natural, but I did spend a lot of money on it and it would be nice if SOMEBODY noticed.

I am exaggerating, some people have noticed, but it's never the people you think would notice. I work with teenagers and a couple of them picked up on it. We got into a conversation about me dying my hair and I told them that I had never dyed my hair before. They asked why I decided to and I told them of the gray hair taking over my head. When I was asked how old I was and I replied "30" one of the girls said, "Wow, you look REALLY good for thirty." Huh. Well there you go.

There she is Miss . . . What the Hell?

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn . . .

The Glass Castle

My book club just read The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. I loved it. It was a little depressing and heart wrenching, but I thought it was a beautifully written story about the child of an alcoholic and the way she was able to overcome all obstacles and be successful despite her difficult childhood. It was brought up during the discussion in book club whether or not the things she wrote about were true- it was written as a memoir. It was decided that because it was a memoir, it was how Jeannette remembered the events of her life, someone else may have remembered them differently. Also, none of her memories were much of a surprise to me. I have worked with families very similar to this. Alcoholism is one of the most horrible diseases to have and infects everyone in contact with the diseased person. There is no stopping it, unless the drinking stops and even then- the damage is done.

My mother is a child of two alcoholics and although her childhood was not as severely traumatic as Jeannette's, she experienced very similar things with her parents and their addiction. Kids learn to parent themselves and their siblings- most of the time it's because they have to in order to survive.

This book is an easy read, but also enjoyable to read. Jeannette does a wonderful job of writing from her perspective of every age and stage in life and how that perspective changes as she grows up. I think the main thing I took away from this book, was that love is the most powerful of feelings and choices. You can't change a person, but you can always love them.

Not all sweethearts are created equal.

If you read my last post, you would remember that I was grateful for the cute little Bajio man calling me sweetheart. He must have said it five times in the short time I was telling him what I wanted on my chicken green chili salad (they are SO good). The last time he said it he said, "see you tomorrow sweetheart". I really kinda wanted to 'see him tomorrow'- so it was a good experience, right?

Cut to the next morning. I was on my way to work and stopped at 7-11 for a slim fast and a banana. The guy working the register was NOT little and NOT cute yet also chose to call me sweetheart. He too said it about five times, but every time he said it was a little bit creepier. I was practically running out of the 7-11 as he was yelling "SWEETHEART!" after me.

Some people are just less creepy than others. . . or maybe I am just prejudice against white people.

Not all things suck . . .

I was reading through my blog and I feel like I am such a whiny baby. Somebody punch me why don't you? I work with teenagers and when they get into a funk we have them write a gratefulness list. I think it's a really good idea and so here I go.

I'm grateful for:
1. super amazing friends, even though lately I have been neglectful (I still love you guys).
2. education. I love school. Why didn't I realize that I always loved it?
3. good coworkers. I have always been blessed with awesome coworkers and it has made work life so fun.
4. kissing.
5. my awesome safe haven which is my room.
6. Jesus.
7. MOM AND DAD. They are simply the best (queue song here).
8. my big bro and sis in law. I wish I spent more time with them.
9. music.
10. Citrine.
11. spontaneous trips.
12. dancing (mostly in my room or car).
13. babies (mostly Quinn).
14. the guy at Bajio that calls me sweetheart.
15. my bicycle.
16. movies.
17. books, all kinds, anything good I can get my hands on and can't put down.
18. pretty dresses.
19. youtube.
20. My parent's dog Max.

The last one deserves a little story. I went to my parent's on Sunday to watch conference and eat dinner. I stayed all day and my shoes stayed in the same place on the floor that entire day. After hours of being there and cuddling with my parents cute malti-poo (Maltese poodle), Max, I had to go. When Max heard my parents say I was leaving, he jumped up and grabbed my shoe. He wouldn't give it back. I chased him around the house. He would get close enough to me so that he could tease me with it and then run off again. It was hilarious and adorable. I felt loved.

Oh yeah, and I am also grateful for cheap shoes from Old Navy.

11:53pm

Remember when I used to blog a lot more? Yeah, me too. I was reading my journal the other night and I found that I only seemed to write when I was having a hard time or when I needed to work something out in my head. I think my blog is a lot like that. Sure, I write about silly things too- but there is normally more to it.

"So what am I working through?" you ask. I am not really sure. I feel like there has been a lot of sadness lately. Sadness in the lives of my friends, sadness in the lives of my family and me too of course. I just don't want the sad anymore. When does it become more than that?

That's all.

Unbelievable

So there is this weird thing that occurs over and over and I honestly just don't get it. People actually meet- fall in love- and get married. They do! I've seen it happen, again and again. But I honestly just don't get it. How does this crazy phenomenon happen? I have witnessed it many times- but it still continues to boggle my mind.

Is it chemistry? Biology? Nuclear? Paranormal? I think someone should do a science project on it.

Boy meets girl, boy thinks girl is super awesome, boy falls in love with girl, they get married. I don't get it. Could someone explain this to me?

SOOOOOOOOOOO busy

I started grad school. I love it. I love class. I love my practicum. I love it. I am just so busy and so tired.

I love it.

What happens in vegas . . .

I was headed to the BYU library on Friday night to do some much needed studying. I was on I15 headed southbound, when suddenly I was on my way to Vegas NOT Provo. I arrived in Vegas at about 2am and stayed the weekend there. All I did was shop, sleep and eat (not necessarily in that order, but sometimes).

So during one of these shopping incidents, I was in Hot Topic (my favorite store) and I decided to take a picture with an Iphone I found- it was in the dressing room- I just really liked my outfit. And when I viewed this photo I was so surprised to discover that I was not alone!!!!

It's RAVER GHOST!!! I had heard of him before, but never thought I would have my very own raver ghost siting!! Apparently raver ghost died during his raver days by falling into a baby pool of liquid X. It is well known among the raver community that he hangs out at places like abandoned warehouses, pacifier factories and Hot Topics in the western states. Now he haunts my dreams.

Aren't his pants totally hot?

Start spreading the news . . .

So awesome.

D Day

So, we drove all night and all day and ended up in Columbia, MO last night. Why you ask? To see this guy.

Yep. (It was on the way to New York). Here are some pictures of the night O' fun.







Favorite stories Dave told.

One time he hung out with Dave Matthews and called shotgun so Dave Matthews had to sit in the back. Today he sent me a text that said "Wanna know why I was ok calling shotgun on Dave Matthews? Because f*ck Dave Matthews."

Spontaneous Combustion

THIS is what I am doing right now.

Church is inspiring

Girl #1: Boys are stupid

Girl #2: Yeah. Let's kill them all.

Girl #1: Ok, but how?

Girl #2: Poison?

Girl #1: No, too hard.

Girl #2: Knives?

Girl #1: No, too gory.

Girl #2: Hmmm.

Girl #1: I know! Machine guns!

Girl #1 & #2: Girls Totally Rule!!!

Made my day

Picture this. I was at Gandolfo's today when what do I see outside the window? A weird dude with a wolf shirt and a crazy old lady by his side and not one, but FOUR cats- all with their very own leash. Ever seen a cat on a leash? They don't like it much. I guess he was just out for a stroll, but the cats did not want to participate. they were going in all directions and one wouldn't even move. It was possibly the funniest thing I have seen in a while.

P.S. on my last post.

I am really not bitter, I just had some thoughts and wanted to share them. I totally want to be in love and believe in love and think many people do it right. I have just seen some pretty crappy things go down lately and it shakes my faith a bit.

THE END.

LOVE . . . whatever that means

So I am questioning this whole love thing. Lately a lot has been happening around me in my friend's love lives and in my own at times that really makes me question it. Love has been the catalyst for wars, the topic of practically EVERY song and/or story and basically rules our lives. I am talking about romantic love of course. I am not going to argue the importance of family love or godly love. But this whole Eros thing kinda pisses me off. "All ya need is love", sorry Beatles, if that were true a lot of our lives would be a whole lot sweeter. Oh and those thinking that love is this huge all encompassing thing is going to hit us and be so wonderful that it will complete our lives in such a way that we will just know- like a lightening bolt or a sign from God and then it will just be easy from then on out- Well, I don't believe it. You can call me cynical, but I prefer realistic.

I am so sick of hearing about marriages falling apart due to infidelity, or relationships not happening because "I just didn't love them enough" or "We fell out of love". And then don't even get me started on people blatantly seeking companionship/love or even physical gratification outside of marriage. What is THAT all about? Believe me, I am a social worker. I understand the extenuating circumstances, but honesty is still the best policy- so get out and then get your freak on with someone else. Hurting your spouse/significant other by cheating is never ok. Once that person finds out, they are ruined. It's happened to me and it sucks.

I really wish love was enough. I really wish it could be the one thing that could overcome any obstacle, attack any insecurity, combat any addiction. But it isn't. It all comes down to choice. Love is a choice we have to choose everyday and sometimes it's the hardest choice.

I will now step down from my soapbox.

Shot through the Heart and you're to balme. . .

I hate shots. I HATE shots. I understand that they are necessary and that we need them in order to be immune to certain diseases and/or get tests to make sure you are healthy- blah blah blah, But I will never get used to someone sticking a needle in my arm. Especially when I have to pay them hundreds of dollars to do it. It just doesn't seem right. Well, in order for me to do my practicum in the fall, it was necessary. I also had to pee in a cup to prove I wasn't a hardcore drug user. All in all today was a very exhausting day full of waiting (a long time), peeing and poking (I was the one being poked. . . by needles). I just have to keep telling myself that it is a means to an end, this is all part of the plan and when it's done, I will have a piece of paper that says I MASTERED social work.

Doing nothing has started to take it's toll. I stay up until 4am almost every night. I am either reading or watching Heroes. Good thing there isn't a pee test to determine if you are addicted to a TV show, because if there was one I would be in trouble. In the past two weeks I have finished season one and half of season two- I just need to finish it and then I can walk away. I mean, I could really quit anytime, but why quit when you are so close to finishing? I think I should be given a certificate stating Angie hereby completed season 1 and season 2 of Heroes, then I would at least feel like I had accomplished something. Ah well, I took this time off to do nothing and that is what I am doing. Nothing of importance anyway.

Although I did play rockband the other night with some friends and I can pretty much sing anything on expert without failing. How many people can say that? Hmmm, maybe a lot. Don't worry, I am not waisting away my life. Sometimes I even go outside and ride my bike.

Not ashamed

I am not even a little bit ashamed to say that I thought this movie was so so funny.



I am going to go out on a limb and say that it was the best use of a Phil Collins' song in a movie. . . ever. Just try to dispute that- you can't. And it reminded me how awesome this song really is:



I had no idea the video was so inspiring, especially at minute 3:26. And why not add the gorilla video to make this blog post the very best it could be?

I'm in trouble

Email I just recieved from my father:

Tommy called and read me your blog without telling me it was a farce. It scared me so much, I am still not over it (20 min later). I had to take another xanax. I know he should have told me first that it was a joke, but he didn't. I'm not mad at him, but with you I went from terrified to mad as hell.

--
Dad

Sorry Daddy.

Sound Advice

I think I may have had the most insane day of my life. Someone complained about my blog being boring (spencer) and he was right. So all day long as the insanity happened, I kept thinking "I have gotta blog about this." It started off with my car, my stupid stupid car. It has been acting up forever. I was trying to go and meet a friend for lunch and as I was parking, my car lurched into a fountain. Talk about embarrassing. I thought I was going to have to get it towed out and EVERYONE was looking at my crazy driving, but I swear it was the car. It was like possessed or something. So I was able to reverse out of the fountain, not without grinding noises and more looks. But as I was reversing out of the fountain, the car wouldn't stop. Seriously, I tried everything- it was stuck in gear and the breaks were not responding. I even pulled the emergency break- but nothing happened, I kept going. The resturaunt where I was supposed to meet my friend was right behind me. People were eating outside on the patio and my car was heading right for them!!! I kept praying "Please don't let me hit anyone, please don't let me hit anyone!" Well I hit the restaurant, but everyone jumped out of the way. But my car was smashed and the front of the restaurant was smashed. I wasn't hurt, but I sure was embarrassed. When I finally got out of the car, they had me wait in the lobby for the police and the ambulance to come (they said it was necessary protocol). Now I know this story can't get any weirder, but who was in the lobby with me? DR. PHIL! I am not lying. He saw the distress on my face and started talking to me. Somehow it came up that I was thirty and single and Dr. Phil started giving me advice! He was telling me to "get myself out there" and to "stop being so picky". All things I have heard before- he gets paid a billion dollars for this advice? I could do that.

Well, needless to say, I woke up. And when I realized it was just a dream I was SO bummed that I didn't have an exciting story to blog about. So I did anyway.

I love car camping

We have so much to talk about . . .

This is gonna be a long one. Sorry that it has taken me so long to post. But I have been BUSY busy. Guess who is a grad student now? Yep, it's totally me. This week I have been attending my bridge class at the U. I am getting my masters in social work and because I have my BSW, I can get my masters in one year, but I have to take a week long course (this week). So Tomorrow is my last day of my first week of grad school. Exciting. I quit my job last Friday and tomorrow is my last day of school until the 25th of August, so I have an entire month to be free free free. What should I do? Any suggestions? I plan to read a lot, but think an awesome trip should be added to the plan. Don't you?

Tonight was the free concert at the Gallivan Center. Josh Ritter and Andrew Bird performed and it was awesome. I got out of class and took trax to the Gallivan center so that I could save a nice spot for everyone I knew and then some. I got there at 4:30 and was able to see Josh Ritter's sound check. He played some extra songs just for the few of us sitting there. It was nice. I took a few pictures, along with this video of a cool, old and possibly drunk guy dancing. It was hot outside, but I'm so glad I was there early.



The best song of all though was when Josh Ritter sang Best is for the Best during the sound check. It spoke to me and I needed it.

Andrew Bird was really good too. He can whistle like no other and I boogied a bit. Here are some pictures from the night.

Here's Josh. If I wasn't sure I would be arrested, I probably would have tried to kiss him on his cute scruffy face.

Here is Jesse dipping me, sorta against my will. But I still love him.

My boobs look large in the next one. I am just saying.

I was glad to hang with Breckan and Spencer for a bit too. It's just nice to be around them.

I really love summer.