Quote of the Day:
"If I drink enough of this [orange juice], will I eventually get drunk?" (me)
"No, but you might die of acid poisoning." (Josh)

I am so glad yesterday's snow hasn't melted. I love the snow. I'm sorry, but I have to be honest. Provo is ugly. Especially, and arguable only during the winter. Everything around me right now, has been ugly and brown. Despite the sun and warmth, it was just plain ugly. To me the ugliness was like a constant off-key note ringing in my ears. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. Finally the note has stopped resonating in my ear. The world has been white washed. It is as beautiful as untouched paper.

P.S. Another perk of xanga premium is that they will archive your entire xanga site- including every entry and comment, and let you download it as a readable file so that you can have a hard, tangible copy of your weblog. Now I don't have to copy and past into Appleworks anymore.

Ahhh! I have a blister the size of a quarter. I was just roller skating with the ward at Classic Skate. Definately wish I had roller blades cause this blister is killing me. Oh well, it was fun anyway. Have a good one!

I'm in a strange mood. Shuffling through itunes slightly bored but with plenty to do . . .

"Kaye, are you even real? Do you think we'll ever figure it out, I'm running out of hope. Say anything you feel- Maybe you can do it for the both of us . . . It's hard enough to breathe right here, let alone be right here . . . It's hard enough trying to be strong right now. I try to be wrong right now. I try to be anything that doesn't drive her away." ~Jupiter Sunrise (Kaye)

"The hand on my clock strikes two in times when I got the best of you. We made promises we couldn't keep, and every night we couldn't sleep, I didn't know why, but didn't ask questions because it was the first time in my life, yeah the first time in my life where I, did something right. I set myself up for the greatest fall of all time" ~Matchbook Romance (The Greatest Fall)

I hate lyrics because I love them and am a compulsive lyric looker upper and some times the lyrics disappoint me, like when I found out the song that I love by Ben Folds Five called Brick is about an abortion. It is still a beautiful song, and granted, it doesn't romanticize at all the abortion, but still. I just wish we didn't do things like abortions . . . I am a huge supporter of the adoption program.

On another tangent- my parents sent me cookies and a present yesterday! I love my parents and they love me ::smiles:: I love getting packages- it sure made my night!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Only in Provo could I be buying grocery items at Walmart and be asked by the cashier, "Are you making breakfast for your wife?" I said yes just for the heck of it.

I love the bus. I love it because it is my window to the diverse world. BYU is a very ethnically diverse campus. There is plenty of ethnic diversity, but it is not a culturally diverse place in any sense of the word. It seems like everyone here is moral, mostly intelligent, and most often intellectual. I love that. Stupid people frustrate me, but I do enjoy the much wider spectrum the bus offers.

Today the torrette's man was on the bus. Same blue hat. Same two large drinks. Same loud, awkward voice announcing the names of every street we pass. The man behind me with bad breath said that the man with tourette's just rides the bus all day long. That's all he does- hop from bus to bus all across the valley, and always the same route. The man behind proceded to describe in detail all of the strange bus riding regulars. What he must not have realized, is that he is himself a strange bus riding regular. I found it very ironic to compare his strange, peculiar habits, mannerisms, and above all stories with the people he described. He is a welder at UVSC. That's what he does- welds metal. Takes the bus every day. He said hello to the girl in front with the purple jacket one time and she didn't say anything. "But boy," he said, "is she beautiful." (I would add 7 years younger, but that's just me) There is a woman who rides the bus with a blue coat and always an umbrella. She has her fake blond hair pulled back really tight, and you should never say hi to her. He did one time and she thought he was bothering her and said so. Some people.

"If was talking to you and not writing this, maybe I could show you something you haven't seen. My lips would fight my mind I say things at the right time. I'd still wait for you if thats what it took, we could run into the future without a second look." ~This Day and Age

It's a beautiful night. And I mean that. It is so warm that the rain feels like summer rain. The drops are soft as they run down my face. The night lights reflect in quivering yellow streaks across the puddles on the sidewalk and the wet lens of my glasses.

Ok. That was unnecessarily sappy. Deal.

Today I tutored at the Independence High School again with TOPS. Woke up decently on time, grabbed a Tomasitto's breakfast burrito and a large freshly squeezed orange juice (it was sooo good. hit the spot let me tell you) from Jamba Juice. Then I hopped on bus #831. At that time in the morning, it seemed to be the exact same group of strangers riding the bus as the last two times. There was a man with tourette's who has been there every time with his blue tassel hat and two large cups of coke shouting the names of every street we pass. I get to the high school on time, and It went very smoothly.

After American Heritage, lunch with Adrien, and physical science, I bought some canvas so that I can hopefully start painting the painting I've been getting ready for tomorrow. We'll see.

Tonight I went to Cafe Rio with Brian D. and Josh, and then we bummed around blockbuster and Albertsons, where we ran into Landon. Then we saw Electra at the dollar theater. It was worth a about a dollar. Walked home in the rain. It was so warm and refreshing that I went on another walk by myself. And now we're back to where we started.

Life is intoxicating . . . which is why sometimes it leaves you hung over.

I really really want to paint, but I have to write this paper.

"I am everything you want, I am everything you need . . . I say all the right things at exactly the right time. . . and you don't know why." ~ Vertical Horizon

9:00 Edit
So someone (who's name will not be named even though he's on a xanga and I would love for you all to go flame him) tryed to cook macaroni cheese . . . easy mac . . . Well suddenly easy mac isn't so easy. He didn't cook it with water and it started a fire. A stupid fire. Not only did the whole hall empty out into the freezing cold for a half hour while the stupid provo cops tried to figure out how to turn the alarm off, but now the ENTIRE building reeks of burning. *snarl*

12:55 AM: yeah. um. yeah. pretty much.

4:30 PM Edit: lalalala . . . (this is me still being uber happy).

Yeah. So I am in love with this new song. And I am way too obsessed with Xanga Premium. And I am still needing a change . . .

Listen to This Day and Age here. Long Walk Home, History is Falling for Science, and Seven-Eighty are really good too, but you have to listen at least to Second Place Victory:

its breathtaking to think of you and to learn that sometimes the only way out is through
its mindnumbing to think of yesterday
i'll run to you now if i could but things have changed

[chorus]
(i heard you say) its enlightening to think of the breeze and to believe in things that we can't see
(so here we go) lets show them how to live accept the pain always forgive watch the sun go down
learn the sound of following all that is complete

its breathtaking to think of you and to learn with our fate that the sky isn't as blue
its mindnumbing to think of yesterday
we'll look toward the stars and dream that we're airplanes

[chorus x2]

~ This Day and Age (Second Place Victory)

Pretty much this song has changed and defined my outlook of life (this is me being only slightly over-dramatic). Now I realize that this is a song about a love relationship between the singer and a girl, and I don't mean to minimize that meaning, but I think there are other meanings to the song. "Learn the sound of following all that is complete." It is interesting that the word translated in the Bible as "Perfect" could also just as justifiably be translated to "Complete." (as in Matthew 5:48 footnotes) Keeping that in mind this song as far as my outlook on life says this:

1. Believe in things that we can't see (we call this faith)
2. Be an example
3. Endure the trials of life
4. Always forgive
5. Follow that which is complete, or in other words, Follow Jesus Christ, the Perfect One, or Complete One.

Ok, I probably just put way to much thought into that . . . deal with it. Hmmm. So despite a bagillion gazillion posts in the past two days, I still haven't told you what I did this weekend. (sorry for all the lengthy posts, cause I know nobody reads the long posts)

Friday night I ended up studying and going for a nice long walk up to the temple to do some thinking, which was nice.
Saturday night I went and saw Shark Tale with Adrien, Eric, Mark, Lindsay, and Jake. Personally I did not like it (::resists urge to soapbox on all the hidden messages and political undertones and the social commentaries made by the movie::) Then we went back to the dorms and everything was all weird, and then slowly people started leaving until it was just Adrien and I. (I told her that I wouldn't tell this story partly because it's weird and partly because words can't really describe it, but I am telling it anyway) We sat down by the telephone where someone had left his mail. And we ripped up the mail into little peices and threw them in the air and at each other and everywhere. And then we got down to pick them all up, and then Adrien started compaining about her shirt- she was wearing a black spandex shirt, and she was saying that she didn't know why anyone would buy a spandex shirt or wear a spandex shirt. I just started laughing and couldn't stop as I took of my coat, revealing my own black t-shirt. Still laughing I tugged on the sleeve to show that it was stretchy. The two of us pretty much wet ourselves as we rolled on the floor surrounded in little tiny pieces of paper in black spandex shirts laughing until we couldn't breath.

Today Church was really good. In Sunday school we talked again about personal revelation, and we talked about things being revealed in little bits at a time. I thought about how the revelation to pursue adopting Jonathan had come one tiny bit at time, each firm peice of knowledge coming at the exact moment when we needed it, but never before that moment- which has lead us to excercise faith. And to be honest, if we knew all that we know now then, I don't think we would have done it. Don't get me wrong, it has been worth it times ten, but if we had discovered everything at once, we wouldn't have been ready. The Lord had to prepare us little by little. In Elder's Quorum we learned certain ordinances like the healing of the sick with consecrated oil, and it struck me that the Power of God is on Earth, and that we- my neighbors and friends, these worthy young men- had been entrusted with that solemn power. It blows me away.

Yeah I don't know what just happened . . . but the night can definately be summed up by the words:

98% Cotton
4% Spandex