My room Vol.I

This is my room. Well, bits of it. In no particular order. First, my two computers. Neither of which, by the way, are the one I am using now, as neither of them are capable of internet. The astute observer may also see a half-empty (oh, now I'm a pessimist) box of delicios crackers, and the results of an over-dramatic trial from Springville city. This yellow paper has me confused, because in several places it says things about fifteen days in jail but 1) I think it is ridiculous for a pretty young thing like me to spend fifteen days in jail for going nine miles over the speed limit, and 2) I have heard nothing about said fifteen days. Oh well, as long as the law doesn't catch up with me, I suppouse I'll be fine.

Here is a ridiculous pile of papers explaining why several colleges think themselves to be the best in the business. These papers are arranged in such a disasterous manner because of the next picture...









This is a file cabinet drawer full of mail from colleges. My advice: DO NOT DO WELL ON THE PSAT. I feel so guilty. My doing well on this one inconsequential test has killed dozens of trees. Kept scores of postal workers from their families. Generated stacks of hideous advertising designs. And really, in the end, I'll be going to the local community college for my first two years because my stepdad works there (free tuition!). So how much good will these do me? I'm afraid not very much at all. And really, the only one that sounds appealing is Dickinson, and they don't have the major that I want. Cruel. But at the bottom of the picture you can see my cute little toes.







This is my blurry closet. I'm sick of trying to pick out a bunch of peices to a different outfit every day, so now, I'm just going through the closet from left to right, top row to bottom, and wearing whatever comes at me. Really, I've been very lucky. Of course, I've cheated a few times when it was absolutely necessary. But everyone does that. I really like that I have a lot of clothes. And I like to buy more. Especially making more, out of old t-shirts. Something about cotton jersey is so liberating. It's like being in a Coke commercial.









This is my miniature shopping cart that I have reserved for my very favorite books. A couple about Kennedy, some old copies of Austen, the movie Steel Magnolias, etc. I just like it.











My cactus, Will Forte. It has been with me longer than any of my current friends, which is really ironic, I think. I've killed off one of the three sprouts. Which is why you might only see two prominent ones. I named him after my favorite current SNL actor. If you've ever seen Mr. Forte's Halloween song from a few years ago, you'll know why.













A sampling of bookshelves. I have approximately (actually, let's say exactly, since I just spent an inordinate amount of time measuring) 40 feet and 5 inches (that's 490", or 149.479 meters) of filled bookshelves. Like, filled with actual Books. And the occasional movie. And I will never measure that ever again. This is why on my profile I don't list any books under favorites. There are simply too many. In this sampling you can see Roots, the Horatio Hornblower series (a surprising childhood favorite) selections from the Bronte sisters, Girl, Interuppted, The Best of Nietzsche, The Jungle Books, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Webster's Pocket Dictionary, Cross Stitch something or other, Nine Classical Plays, A few old Journals, Ambling Through History, All Men Know About Women, Sleepless in Seattle, something by Plato, Cliff's notes to The Crucible, Flicka, Moby Dick, Lady Chatterly's Lover, The Jungle, Peter Pan, and ... I don't recognize the rest.


A picture of a picture of my darling nephew Jack picking his nose in Teasdale, Utah. He was probably about a year old at the time. Teasedale is really in the middle of nowhere. Teasdale is about as far East of Beaver as Beaver is North of Cedar City. Really that's the best way to describe it. My family owns about ten acres (including a small mountain which my stepdad keeps on trying to name something obscene) there, and it's absolutely beautiful. My favorite place in Utah, probably. Especially when Jack's picking his nose there.










This is Benson, Jack's big brother, also in Teasdale. He's a bit more subdued than Jack. When I think of Benson, he's usually in this hat. Now he's in the first grade (I can't believe it) and becoming quite the science/math wiz. He likes to tell stories. I have to have these two pictures constantly on display--any others are in a sort of rolling repertory. I love these boys so much. Their mom has a great blog, with much better pictures: www.jennifreckles.blogspot.com, I think.




I couln't put all of the pictures in one entry ... there will be more to come.

It's raining noodles!

It's raining noodles!
I just like this. I think it's endearing and human.

# Subjects.

1. My dad writes notes to everyone on the back of those stupid Jeopardy calendar notepad things. Today, in addition to learning that I can pay bills or something at utahcountyonline.com, I found out that the arch is indeed in St. Louis.
2. I'm sick of people wearing ugly clothes to be trendy. Nice clothes should come back in style.
3. I love to print things off on the new printer that uses toner, and not ink. It looks so free.
4. Being in Henry V scares me shitless. How on earth can I be the Chorus? I'm not even memorized, and no one knows it yet.
5. I can wear bras I bought (and fit into) in fifth grade.
6. My grandpa wants me to move out of my father's home. But the only indication I have of this is the fact that I feel it. My grandpa has been dead for years and I keep on not giving the gas card in his name back to my dad.
7. I hate it that my dogs match. I want to throw in a hideous great dane just to piss Leslie off.
8. That's me on the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. I wore the dress on purpose because I knew it would be windy.
9. Every time I come back to this list, the leaves are glowing like they did in the first entry I wrote in this blog.
10. Cutting up fresh tomatoes and putting them on top of cheap pizza just as it comes out of the oven makes me feel better than Martha Stewart.
11. I can't function in a messy room, but I don't want to motivate myself into cleaning.
12. My best friend has the coolest boyfriend ever, and I'm really really happy for her.
13. Once in a while, a topic about someone else justifies all this crap about me.
14. If I steal subjects from other people, I can be a good editorial writer.
15. I did so well at rehearsal today, and exactly 6 people told me so. 2 of the 6 told me twice. But what do I say back? They're all in the ensemble, and honestly I didn't notice a thing they did. They're all very nice people. One is kind of creepy, and one is very adamant about me knowing his name, but the rest are just very nice (and not the "nice" nice that I despise). But is a plain "thank you" enough? I know, I should make a list of every one that complements me and notice something they do well and tell them about it. I know it's false, but really it's the best I can do.
16. I was just reading back through this list, and I realized that since I wrote about bras in number 5, and then put a picture of myself, everyone will look at my chest. Or maybe they wouldn't have if I hadn't written this.
17. I keep on wondering that if I was in a movie, just as I am now, if I would be the pro- or antagonist.
18. Today is October 25. That means it is 2 months exactly until Christmas. I desperately don't want to buy presents for my family.
19. It snowed for the first time this season today. I don't know how people can think that's a good thing.

I know I posted a blog not even an hour ago, but I like this photo so much. I took it in the Met in April or something. I was just rushing through so I don't even remember any details about it, but I love it. I took it with a crappy camera that makes everything look slightly to the left. This was advantageous in this case, methinks. The lighting is beautiful. Well, the shadows, really. I love it. It reminds me of Oedipus, but I don't know why. Really, it would be more of a Odysseus or someone more "heroic." I like Oedipus. He really was a good guy. He didn't know that he married his mom. He didn't know that he killed his dad. The only thing I don't like about him is that he bosses Theseus around too much. Where does he get the right? But still, he is a poor guy. I pity him. Oh man, look at that lower lip. It's great. The shadows around it are great.
There's this sketch in pencil of my father in my living room, and I absolutely hate it. One half of his face is alive, he looks like he did when I was ten. But the other half is just withered. No one else sees it. But I can't even look at the stupid sketch for too long because it makes me cry. Just a stupid sketch. That makes me so angry, that pencil on paper that looks like my dad makes me cry! It just looks so distorted. Isn't it ironic that my stepmom paid someone else to make it?

I can't stop staring.

This really is ridiculous. I can't stop staring at the trees outside my house. They're all yellow because it's fall, and the sun is setting over the Wal-Mart down the street, but it's just ... beautiful. Woah, I looked away for ten seconds and it's gone. It looks so polluted now. Oh well. Writing like this makes me sick. If I was some schmoe in Ohio or something reading this I'd think the author was a lame "tortured soul." Not to diss Ohio. Great place. Good pancakes. Clean air.
I hate my boss. SO MUCH. He's a pervert. He'll try to stare down my shirt while I file things. But he's so good at what he does, so what can I do. He even hit on my mother when she used to work there. My mother, for God's sake! Just because his wife is psycho and he has a nasty moustache and he's a pansy-ass journalist--woah, the sunset-glowing-trees are back. And now they're gone.
Well, I'm off to Cedar City tomorrow. And all that ensues.