Well. My brother had an errand to run at Stevenson, and so I got to surprise Heather at Band Camp this morning. Other than that my day was yet again all work.

There was some cool lightning today. I guarded 3 to 9- and just before 9 my boss came for the second time my shift. We turned on the pool lights- which is always really cool at night. And we watched the red heat lighting on the horizon. Um yeah. She made fun of me a bit. Why not. I must have been really lonely or something because as we looked at our watches next it was 10. So I spent an hour after work talking to Margaret without realizing it. My boss is cool like that.

Oh well. What else would I have done? Come home and complained that I wasn't doing something with somebody.

So, for August, today wasn't too bad. I hate coming home, but *sigh* at it's something I can't avoid.

I was woken up early to clean my room, and then I worked on my AP this morning, and then I let my mom spend an hour cutting my hair. Eventually I escaped to the mall where I got the clothes I desperately needed. Heather met me there- I enjoyed talking and shoping with her, and eating Mrs. Fields cookies. Can you believe that she'd never had them before?

After that I went home and then to Young Men's. We had a decent Swarty activity, which consisted of going to Greg's Custard and then dropping in on the Young Women's activity. I had a very spiritual experience. I let Andy steal my keys. 3 times. I've never felt so close to God in my life. lol. Believe it or not (and despite my constant imaginary brake pedling) I actually did trust him, or I wouldn't have let it happen.

Drove home listening to my stolen June CD. And that was pretty much my day . . .

Oh, and on the way to my captains meeting yesterday I discovered a new song that I really really like. It's "someday" by nickleback. I'd post lyrics, but Heather would say they're too depressing.

Well, I just finished my first self portrait. I have spent every min. of my time that wasn't commited to work or Church working on it this weekend, and I finished. *sigh* I was surprised at how much emotion I accidently communicated through the line drawing. The eyes- they were so jealous I should have drawn them in green pencil. There is definately a longing felt from my image- like he- I- want out or in something. You'd have to see it . . .

As for the rest of my optimism for the weekend . . . It all came true except for the world slowing down. I have pictures, and I've never seen my dad so interested in our Iowa affairs. It did rain, allowing me to leave work Saturday one hour early. I had a wonderful missionary oportunity on Saturday.

That all being said, the weekend still seemed hard on the little people . . . Right now I'm hearing 3 songs at once in my head, one of them being 3 Doors Down, "There's another world inside of me/That you may never see/There are secrets in this life/That I can't hide/Somewhere in this darkness/There's a light that I can't find/Maybe it's too far away.../Maybe I'm just blind..."

And Haley is singing, "Now we got a little bitter thing/A little bitter thing that grew like ivy/. . . And I wanted you so much/Just like I do right now/ . . . But life got in the way"

I just typed out a whole, long entree for today. Internet Explorer unexpectedly quit. Entree lost. Big surprise. It's August.

My dad took most of my siblings to the Cubs game today. I worked. Am I surprised? No, it's August.

It turns out I have to work tomorrow night, but I thought that since I got tonight off I would be able to do something with my friends. Did I? No, it's August.

My parents are going to Iowa tomorrow. They get to take one kid with them. Is it me? No, it's August.

I tried to get off work on my Birthday. Did I? No, it's in August.

I have 3 peices of art work to do in 22 days that should take at least 2 weeks each. Have I finished any of them? No, it's only August.

Obviously I have been waiting with much anticipation for this month. *sigh* But Thomas is mad at me because I keep listening to Haley's music and I keep talking like Haley and Mervin on xanga, so to humor Thomas . . .

At least:

I got off work an hour early yesterday due to lightning, and Heather came to visit me, even if it was short.

I got to go to Walker Brothers tonight, even if it was with my grandparents, aunt, cousin, mom, Andrew, and Megan.

I MIGHT be able to finish my first self-portrait tomorrow.

It MIGHT rain tomorrow.

My parents MIGHT be able to bring back pictures from their visit tomorrow.

And there is a slight chance that the Earth may slow down it's rotation over the next two weeks or so, thus enabling me to have more time during the day to do those things that I really wanted to do this summer. Slight.

There, Heather, optimistic enough?

"It's alright, I'm okay; I think God can explain. I believe I'm the same; I get carried away. It's alright, I'm okay . . . I'll get over it yet." - splendor


P.S. Moroni Timbimboo (first Native American Bishop). Can a name be more Utah than that?