My birthday is on March 29th. That's right folks. March 29th. I will be 26 years old.

So I've been meaning to post these photos for awhile. Oops. We saw Phantom of the Opera, Tournament of Kings, and let's not forget Disney on Ice. Phantom was all right. The sets were fabulous. We also visited M&M World, saw a couple IMax films at the Luxor with Ty & AC, aaaaand saw Moulin Rouge.

Yes, the photos are kind of small. But if you click on them, they will get big. Very big.

That is all for now. Love, Heather


@ the Luxor with Ty and A.C.

My brother Kenny and his lovely wife, Ozge, were in town last week, and I met my nephew for the first time! His name is Derin, and we share the same birthday!



Kenny, Derin, me

This has been a frustrating day.

Happy New Year!


Tomorrow is the first day back at work since December 15th. I love being a teacher. Since winter break started, I have made the following accomplishments:
* overcame the flu. twice.
* watched M*A*S*H (the movie). twice.
* rented 6 movies from Netflix
* saw Briana! on New Year's Eve!

Here are the exciting highlights of my cousin Amber's wedding.
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Dear Santa,

It's not like I'm assuming that people want to buy Christmas gifts for me. However, I thought I would make it easier by posting an online list to make everyone's job easier. And isn't that what the holidays are all about?





1. the Sims complete collection for Mac $49.95
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2. The real kicker: Black 30Gb iPod $249.95
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3. Gift certificate to anywhere

4. Disney's Cars on widescreen $16
http://www.amazon.com/Cars-Widescreen-Owen-Wilson/dp/B00005JNS0/ref=pd_ys_home_pop_img/002-3739278-1890429

5. Freaks & Geeks: The Complete Series $45.99
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6. How I Met Your Mother, Season 1 < $30
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7. Undeclared $45
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Briana and I spent a fun filled Labor Day weekend in Portland. We visited the Chinese Gardens, Portland Zoo, and the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, where we took a tour of a working submarine. I love Portland!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. Here's a fun filled video of how I celebrated with my first graders.

Wow, so I haven't posted in a really long time. Duh. Well, for those of you who are interested, this is how it 's gone down:

* (8/28) I started teaching 4th grade. Rock on.
* (9/1-4) visited Biggy B in Portland
* (9/22) Um, there weren't 4th graders to warrant having five 4th grade classes. So being the newest teacher, I got put in the surplus pool. This was on Friday. I had three hours to move out of my classroom and into a portable trailer.
* (9/23) The next day was B&K's wedding, in Utah.
* (9/25) I took a job teaching 1st grade at the same school. It started Monday. Shortly thereafter, I realized that most 1st graders don't know how to read.
* (10/9-25) Most stressful month EVER!!!

So I decided that taking 10 credits while simultaneously teaching a new grade level was not only over-ambitious, but also quite stupid. As a teacher, I was looking forward to stable work hours, free weekends, and leisurely evenings. So far, this has not been the case.

I've also learned a cruel, cruel fact of the real world: the more money you make, the more taxes they take out.

On a somber note...
I'm really angry with D.P. I think this is one of the stages of grief. I never really had a chance to grieve or mourn, because I didn't hear from his mom until almost two months after he died. She found my number and contact information in his journal. There is still some speculation over whether or not it was a suicide or an accident. I think it was a suicide. For awhile, I was totally in denial, and I secretly wished that he faked his own death. I still don't believe that he's really gone. I hate this. Well, I've been through denial, and I'm currently angry. The last remaining stages are bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. So that's what I've got to look forward to.

Wow, this was depressing. So, um, anyway, I'll leave you with some photos of my fourth grade classroom before I had to pack it up and move into a portable.

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So lack of readership aside, I've been neglecting my blog for quite awhile now. Well, I started my new job, and it's been all right. Toss in some air conditioning, and it'd be freaking euphoria. I'm still setting up my classroom, and I want it to be decent looking soon, because Friday is "meet & greet" day for parents and kids to come meet their teachers. I have this sneaking suspicion that I may be surplused because our enrollment numbers aren't as high as we'd anticipated. I'm supposed to have 27-32 kids, and instead, I only have 22. The other fourth grade teachers have about 20 kids. So unless 30 or so fourth graders register before October, then I'd better pack my stuff and sit in the surplus pool.

See, the school district in which I work makes a big production about surplusing teachers when the school's actual enrollment is not as high as their projected enrollment. Who loses in this? THE TEACHERS. We have to pack up our entire classroom, likely during our personal time when we are not contracted and not geting paid.

In any case, I'm grateful to at least have a job. We signed up for medical benefits and everything earlier this week. There's something comforting in that.

Air conditioning is soooo important. This is a photo of my air conditioning motor.



I know what it looks like because my 75-year-old grandfather and I had to climb on the roof several times to try to repair it. My air conditioner broke a couple weeks ago, and my house instantly turned into a sauna. The carpet actually got hot to walk on, and my toothpaste melted into a thin, runny liquid. After a week-long hotel stay, and several trips to the roof, we somehow managed to fix it.

THANK GOODNESS FOR AIR CONDITIONING!

Today, our temperature topped out at 114 degrees. Is there no end in sight?

Memories of the Illinois Nauvoo Mission, 2003

After the first day at student teaching, I kept hearing Michael Bluth's voice in my head saying, "I've made a terrible mistake."

That first day just dragged on and on. My cooperating teacher cheerfully introduced me to her students, saying, "The is Ms. R... she will be with us every day for the rest of the year!" When she said " every day," I think I blacked out for a split second, hearing the unmistakable screams of panic ring in my ears.




As the weeks have gone on, however, it's been better and even become somewhat enjoyable. My cooperating teacher is AWESOME.

So basically my summer plans include working every day from 8am until 4pm without recieving any monetary compensation. Also, I will be working 20 hours a week for UNLV. But don't worry. I'm already planning next summer's leisurely three-month vacation, as well as all of the government holidays I'll surely enjoy as a public school teacher.

What are your summer plans?

So I was standing in line in the graduate college today, and in walked a girl who was dressed like a stripper.






I'm not one to judge. But everyone else in the office was shocked. She was literally wearing stripper clothes-- just like the young lady pictured above, only the outfit was denim, not pleather. You could see things that no one was meant to see. The males in the office were especially oogling her.

When she walked out the door, all of the men present made suggestive comments basically to the tune of "I want a piece of that."

I don't know what's sadder... first, that the young lady chooses to dress like a street walker, or second, that the men (who were strangers ranging in age from mid-20's to grey-haired 50+ years) joined in a degrading and offensive conversation about what they would like to "do" to her.

I'm not passing judgment, but why would someone choose to dress like that? This young lady must be intelligent- she was picking up a course overload form from the graduate college, which indicates that she is pursuing a postgraduate degree of some sort. I can think of a few reasons. Maybe she feels that dressing like an exotic dancer is the only way men will give her attention (and they did, btw). Maybe she doesn't respect herself enough to not dress like a whore in public. Perhaps she really is an exotic dancer and she's just on her way to work- it's just a uniform. After all, I've run many an errand at UNLV while wearing an RC Willey shirt...Or maybe she's just a gal who likes to stir things up a bit.

In any case, the male reaction was disappointing, offensive, and disgusting. It's enough to make me want to invest in a wardrobe of cargo pants and flannel shirts and apply for a job at Home Depot.

This is the final semester of coursework for my M.Ed. degree. This means that I have about fifty billion huge projects that are due, deadlines are approaching, and I have to get my car detailed because someone threw up in it last week. SICK.

At this point in the semester, I'm pretty much a mess, living on diet coke & credit cards, and going crazy. I literally spend all day either in class, studying, or working. Social time pretty much is at zero.

I am becoming a sad, pathetic exuse for a human being. So this blog entry celebrates my crush on fictional character, Jim Halpert.



Sad, I know.

((by the way, I feel like I should clarify that I did not make the above video. Some kid on myspace posted it.))

Vacations can be a wonderful thing. After a stressful and illness filled semester, Tyree came up for Spring Break. And albeit I wasn't the one who was actually on vacation, Ty's visit provided a vacation from the responsibilities of daily life.

Last Thursday, we rented a car and visited Disneyland. It was so much fun! I proved to be quite a screamer on the Matterhorn. A lot of the rides, like Matterhorn and Big Thunder Railroad, were really herky-jerky, kind of like a really bad car accident. Tyree's willing suspension of disbelief rates at a big fat zero, and mine wavered at about five or six.

I think the best vacations don't necessarily have to be extravagant and expensive. In fact, expensive vacations are sometimes quite stressful. In my experiences, the most relaxing vacations have provided an escape of some sort. For example, this morning, my boss called me while I was on my way out the door (late) to tell me that work was cancelled today. So I had a morning off. It helped that it was also my birthday. So I spent the morning going to the gym and taking my mom out to breakfast. Expensive? no. Vacation? yes.

Thoughts?

Another weekend spent in bed, in varying stages of conciousness.
I probably won't be nominated for new teacher of the year. Why? Because everytime I spend more than three hours in the presence of elementary school children, I become perilously ill. Headaches, dizziness, coughing, occasionally coughing blood, runny nose, sore throat... the whole nine yards. I wonder how I'm going to make it through my first year of teaching when I can't even make it through a week without being incredibly sick, spending the entire weekend in bed.

Tomorrow I'll be buying "Airborne."

I saw this film today. Thanks, Netflix.


Why did I order it? Because one of the people I respect and admire most in the world, Tim Irwin, a BYU professor who made a huge and lasting impact on the way I see the world, worked on this film. In fact, he was working on it at the same time that he was teaching our documentary production class. He would come to class all drained and tired, telling us bits and pieces about working on this "gnarly" film.

This film is about a woman, Celesta Davis, who, with a camera crew, confronted the man who molested her as a child. In the actual film, Celesta comes across as a major attention-seeker, and her intentions for making the movie are unclear. After listening to the directors' commentary, however, it is clear that her primary intention was to find peace for herself; she was seeking closure to a painful childhood.

What kills me is that her parents knew that this man was molesting their children... and didn't do anything about it. He was a longtime friend of Celesta's parents. The film implied that their families were in the same ward, and the parents had gone to college together.

Sooo, I'll quote my friend and yours, Mr. Conor Oberst. This is the applicable-song-of-the moment, well, not right now, but it was applicable last weekend. And unless something dramatic and wonderful happens concerning Mr. "D," this will be the last mention of him. Ever.



Left by the lamp, right next to the bed
On a cartoon cat pad I scratched with pen
"Everything is as it's always been,
This never happened"

"Don't take it too bad, it's nothing you did
It is just once something dies, you can't make it live
You're a beautiful boy, you're a sweet little kid
But I am a woman"

So I laid back down, wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost 'cause something frightened me
And since then I've been so good at vanishing.

Now I do as I please, and I lie through my teeth
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
I should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free
And a little bit empty

No, it isn't so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments, we'll always agree
And I'll try and be kind when I ask you to leave
We'll both take it easy

But if you stay too long inside my memory
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody
And I'll keep you there so you can't bother me

Phoenix was awesome. Seriously. Beth and I volunteered for the Special Olympics, watched "Waiting for Guffman," visited the Mesa Temple, and spent some quality time with the Ferrins. I also spent time with Tyree, doing the things that have historically been key ingredients in our friendship: looking at Apple computers and their affiliated products, shopping for bathing suits, having an unplanned slumber party, and browsing in Pier One. I also got to meet Tyree's beautiful mom & siblings, as well as Bethany's brother, sister-in-law and roomates. All in all, it was a great trip.







And it took my mind of the painful fact that the relationship, or even any friendship, with "D" is slowly withering away. I really needed a break, a vacation of sorts from life in Las Vegas, and I desperately needed to spend some time with people who I care about/who care about me.

Soooo in case anyone's following my (lack of) love life, here's the update... "D" hasn't called for awhile. It's partly a relief and it's partly torture. Maybe he found my blog.

I'm going to visit Bethany tomorrow. I'm excited. Yay Phoenix!

The following is an excerpt from an email I wrote to "D."



I was watching Sherman's March today, and I noticed something that I never thought about before... Mr. Ross McElwee actually makes mistakes, like, he forgets to turn the audio recorder on a lot, or sometimes there's JUST audio and no picture at all... and he ran out of film when he was interviewing Charlene and the squiggly lines (I don't know their technical name) run across the screen because he was at the end of the film roll.

And I don't know about you, but when I make mistakes like that, I don't really know how to fix them, to make it work, you know? I ususally just end up reshooting or scrapping it all.

But Mr. M does... Like when he ran out of film while Charlene was still talking, it was kind of beautiful. Also, he seems to be a naturalist, like, he doesn't care if the audio picks up the camera noises and stuff. And when he forgets the audio, he even says stuff like, "I forgot to turn on the audio here," so you just get the haunting soundless pictures with his dry narration... and there's something beautiful about it.

Anyway, I was thinking about this today... and about how life is natural and beautiful without all of the prescribed notions and pressures about what everything should mean and how we should behave/act/feel...

PS: Here are some favorite quotes from the movie:

“I spent the next few days with Cam and his friends. They seem to spend a lot of time collecting and trading plastic animals, like the kind you used get in cereal boxes, except larger. I never really understood what it was all about.”

“I’ve come to the end of my journey with no car, no money, and only one roll of film. What’s worse is that I don’t seem to have a real life anymore. My real life has fallen into the crack between myself and my film. I begin to feel paralyzed by these speculations, when suddenly, a news item on the radio snaps me out of my stupor: my old nemesis, Burt Reynolds, is back in
town... and I decided that this time, I have to find him and film him.”

“For a long time I’ve had this notion that love was possible, I mean, romantic love. You know, two people falling deeply in love with each other and somehow managing to stay together for more than two weeks.”

“Having two large empty beds is twice as depressing as having one large empty bed.”

I think I may have said some hurtful things to him recently, which I now realize were huge mistakes. But mistakes aren't meant to be erased from life. Mistakes are an essential and beautiful part of life. I just wish he would understand that.

Well, it appears that there is nothing wrong with "DP." We spoke on the phone last night while I was at Colleen's house. He is a great guy, but I just don't think I can do this any longer. He is so far away, and I can't get seriously involved because I feel like I still have a lot of living to do. Maybe that makes me a heartless person, or worse, maybe it makes me the one thing that Mormons fear and loathe the most: a woman with goals and aspirations outside of the home.



I'm not going to sit at home watching Oprah and baking cookies waiting for someone to knock on my door.

Does that make me a bad person? It's not like I didn't put forth effort to fulfill Mormon obligations... I went to freaking BYU for four years, I served a mission... I'm prepared. And it's not like I haven't dated... but the guys who are drawn to me usually have some major flaw, like homosexuality/child molesting/living-in-the-tundra that prevents anything romantically permanent.

The LDS church has addressed this, in short, by saying that women who are single should pursue an education and career in order to be self-sufficient. That's exactly what I'm doing. I have a B.F.A. with Honors from BYU. In August, I will have a M.Ed. And now I am studying for the LSAT. So why do I feel so bad?



I am partially frustrated because the majority of my friends are married and have children, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, they treat me like I'm somehow inferior, and that my plans mean nothing. "W" is a prime example.

The situation with "A" is more upsetting because I believe it was unintentional. I haven't seen her in several years and she invited me to her family's temple sealing. She is still one of my best friends from BYU and we talk almost daily. She asked me to be her temple escort.

So even though I am almost living completely off of student loans, I bought a round-trip plane ticket to Orlando, a non-refundable ticket, because that was all I could afford. I planned my trip with her on the phone while I purchased the ticket online. She was involved in every step of the planning. I had to replan my entire semester of graduate classes so I could get the time off.

And today she called to pretty much tell me not to come because her husband made plans with his friend and there wasn't room for me. I am upset because I feel like that was incredibly inconsiderate, especially considering my financial situation. Now I have a bizillion dollar credit on Southwest Air that I really don't think I'll be able to use. This is yet another example of me bending over backwards for someone and them not appreciating it.

And I'm just supposed to grin and bear it, and be understanding and even sympathetic (while completely screwed over) because, well golly, she is married and has more important committments to her husband and family.

I love how all of my married friends expect me to be completely flexible and understanding. Either intentionally or unintentionally, they don't respect me at all under the presumption that single people's lives and plans are somehow inferior and less important.

What gives?

I am uncharacteristically lonely and depressed in Las Vegas right now. This sucks. I like "DP." I also realize that nothing lasting can ever come of this because he is five states away. And I sure as heck will never permanently go to the frozen tundra where he lives unless he makes some kind of committment. I am just so depressed about this, because you meet someone and totally click and have that magic connection, enjoying each other's company and conversation. But nothing ever comes of it. Ever. Why are these things so easy for other people?

I am a quality person: intelligent, educated, healthy, motivated. But it seems that LDS males seem to be primarily after blonde & tan girls under the age 21. And I am not one of those. I am so sick and tired of the shallow, callous nature of men.

"W" is upset because she says I put her in an awkward situation. This is the situation:
1) She got pregnant.
2) I said I would throw a baby shower.
3) Her friend from church also threw her a baby shower. "W" did not invite us to the other baby shower.
4) I chose a date for our baby shower.
5) All of our friends bickered senselessly about the date for our baby shower, and sugested we have a "lunch" instead.
6) I planned a date for the "lunch."
7) Our friends decided that they didn't want to have ANY baby-related get-together, and instead would prefer to attend the other baby shower, essentially inviting themselves to a baby shower thrown by a complete stranger.
8) "W" is blaming me, and sent me a snippy email.
I see it this way: I went out of my way, and was willing to donate my time and my money. Our friends are crappy and refuse to commit to any kind of social engagement. So screw them. I'm done. I don't need any more shizzy friends.



It's funny how, almost ten years after high school, my friends from high school are still acting like... high school. I'm sure we are all mature adults in our real lives, but whenever we interact, all of those painful high school feelings come running back, as well as our archetypal high school roles. And in all reality, I have zero connection with these people.

Also, it frustrates me when people act all rude and condescending just because they are married and/or have children. And they often act like the lives of their single friends should revolve around their blissful married lives, you know, because they're married and that makes them so much more important.

At church today, the bishop said, "Nice to see you back." And I thought to myself, "what the heck? I've been here every week." I realize that there are fifty billion people in that ward, half of which being transient, but that comment still struck me as kind of odd. Did he confuse me with someone else? Is he going to think I'm inactive when I go to my recommend renewal interview on Tuesday night? Nevermind that I have three callings. Never mind that there are at least fifteen other girls in the ward who look just like me.

Another question I have is this... if you are living almost entirely off of student loans, what exactly are you supposed to pay tithing on?

Also, on Wednesday night, a representative of the bishop's wife asked me if I wanted to fill in at ward "date night," because someone else cancelled and they needed another girl. I've been in that ward for over a year and have yet to be asked on a date by a ward member. I think that is directly related to A.) my lack of blondness, and B.) my being over the age of 21. Why waste my Thursday night with guys who don't want to date me/who I would never want do date? Hmmm... maybe I have a bad attitude.

Or maybe it's dignity. Or maybe pride. Or maybe because I really like "D." Geography sucks. So how do you go from "people who independently like eachother" to being a "couple"? Hmm??? I think one person has to go out on a ledge, take a risk, etc... And that person will never be me.

Here are the relationships I've screwed up because I never said anything:
1) S.H.
2) N.C.
3) K.L.
4) S.R.
5) K.G.
6) Br.Dl.

Speaking of dignity, I've noticed that a long-time friend constantly embarasses herself in front of guys. Seriously, she throws herself shamelessly at anyone wearing a suitcoat. She's a lot better than that, ie: she's beautiful, smart, motivated, etc... I just don't understand.

So I'm going to do some travelling while I'm young and able.

**********
January 19-22: SLC/Provo... Sundance Film Festival w/ Ryan and Kev, visit BrD

Feb 2-5: Phoenix... visit with Bethany, Ty, and the Ferrins

Feb. 9-13: Orlando... Amie's sealing, DisneyWorld!!!

Feb. 16-19: SLC/Layton... Aunt D's missionary farewell, visit with Dean

March 13-19: New York City & Boston... w/ travel buddy Bethany, visit N.S., Sarah, my brother Kenny, and Joel

March 23-26: Ty is visiting from Arizona... we're going to see AvenueQ
**********

And that's as far in advance as I've planned. I hope no one's stalking me.

I know this is old and probably cliche, and not from a band that I particularly care for... but I think it deserves repeating.
"Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock & roll band
who'll throw it all away..."
-Oasis

That's all.

Ahem. I would like to thank the following people:

* Minda: I signed up on facebook. Now we can share our rockstar photos. =) I love you.
* Blair: for the support with the you-know-what online activities, as well as your anti-drum-sharing advice.
* Nolan: for having a rad bday party that I sadly could not attend
* Nathan: for going yarn shopping with me the other night
* Josh: for going out with my fam the other night
* Abby: just for being you. =)

Also:

I miss playing music with you guys. I watched one of our old videos the other day. It was from the Christmas Party at neighbor-Dave's house. We played all those Weezer covers and DaveyDaverson sang some high harmonies because Briana was at the Tori Amos concert. We also played "Sunshine Pig," "Vegeta," "Starfox," and "Smoke" (?). It was good to hear Minda's songs. This was also the show where we wore matching floral shirts from D.I., even Dave.

It was pretty funny because there was a definite time when you could tell we ran out of songs, and we just started pulling stuff out of who-knows-where, because they asked us to keep playing. We even played "LaBamba." =)

A 2005 Retrospective:

Places of Employment:
* R.C. Willey (no longer employed there)
* Clark County School District
* University of Nevada, Las Vegas

Vacations:
* Irvine, CA (got a really expensive and much-needed haircut

* Provo/SLC/Syracuse, UT (a few times)
* Mission Viejo, CA








Concerts I attended:
* Bright Eyes
* Violent Femmes
* The Killers
* Chris Isaak
* Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
* O.A.R.
* Howie Day
* Drew Danburry (twice)
* KC and the Sunshine Band

Dudes I dated and why we broke up:
* "B.R." : discovered he was the producer of homemade pornography which he would post online, AND that he was talking to underage girls online and meeting them for sexual encounters
* "P.L." : differences in values, i.e. different preferences regarding alcohol consumption & drug abuse
* "A.N." : major religious differences

Friends Who Got Married:
* Kelli
* DaveyDaverson
* Tiffany U.
* TerriAnne
* Vanessa
* Dana & T.F. (to each other, nonetheless!)
* Chris
* several mission sisters

Friends Who Visited Vegas:
* Ty & Mark (and others)
* Megan & Huns (twice!)
* Kevin & Ryan
* Kristine & Carrie
* Blair
* Dean
* Stephanie

Favorite Films that I Saw This Year:
* Saved!
* Elizabethtowne
* Supersize Me

Schools Where I Worked:
* Shadow Ridge HS (Art)+
* Cheyenne HS (English, Math, Library, Photography)+
* Las Vegas HS (English)
* Durango HS (Math)
* Spring Valley HS (Computers, Business)+
* Desert Pines HS (AP Biology)
* Johnson Middle School (Orchestra & Band)+
* Hayes Elementary (4th grade)
* Piggot Elementary (4th grade)
* Ruby Thomas (2nd grade)
* J.T. McWilliams (4th grade)+
+ multiple times

So today is New Year's Eve. Another year gone by.

I almost drove up to Salt Lake City for Dave's wedding this morning, but I chose not to because of long-standing plans with... my mom. Sad, but true. I'm so happy for that crazy kid. =)

Dean came down to visit for a couple days. I like to think we clicked, and he is a really really nice guy. We did the tourist thing, watched "The Office," and also visited Summerlin; there just wasn't enough time to do everything. I tried to make him an "Elizabethtown-ish" mix CD. When he left, this wave of sentimental sadness kind of flooded over me. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed someone's company this much.

"you know the guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks?" - 'My Name is Earl'

So Drew's song is, like, totally my favorite song right now. Sooooo applicable. Thanks, Drew, for writing such a great song.

Dang it Bethany... and Wilson... you guys were right. Too bad it's taken nearly three years for me to figure it out.



Anyway, you can listen to Drew's song at:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=4267374

It's called "I'll only believe in true love if Micah marries Camille." The lyrics are below.

who's the girl with the bright eyes who's the boy she's sitting by are they just friends
why is she so nice to me why does she light up the room when she smiles till i can't see clearly it must be
love if you mean so much when i barely even know you but i hope that our hands might touch

fight it deny it
i'll fight it deny it i won't let myself fall in love

you see there's no point in trying i'm only fooling with myself i'm not your type
but ill appreciate and stare at those gorgeous eyes i could fall into and when im through i'll walk away but remember you

give the girl you love the time of day
but dont jump right in and give your heart away

fight it deny it
just fight it deny it don't let yourself fall in love

I love "The Office."

Thanksgiving offered a welcome break from scholastic responsibilities. YAY. Finals will be pretty much over Wednesday night. And then ONE WHOLE MONTH of relaxation.

There is so much news. Minda had her baby- a beautiful 7 lb. boy named Jaxon... BEAUTIFUL baby. W.H.S. is having a baby and we're trying to throw her a baby shower. Oh, and Nolan got into town yesterday. We had lunch at the new Omelet House (where Carrow's used to be across the street from UNLV), and then we visited Mr. Lawson at his new middle school. The hall monitor made us sign in and sit in the principal's office until school was over. We felt really ridiculous, like we had just gotten in trouble from Mr. Belding or something. It was funny.

As always, Mr. Lawson was very inspirational. One of the things I liked most about him was that he makes you feel like you can do anything you want, and achieve whatever goals you may have. As we talked with him, I remembered how it felt to be 16 years old and honestly believing that someday I would make some kind of positive contribution to the world. As I look at fellow Las Vegas Academy alumni, and see teachers, scientists, writers, publishers, designers, compositionists, musicians, graduate students, stage hands, etc... I really am proud of my friends and of myself. I honestly believe that teachers like Mr. Lawson, who have the power to spark inspiration, are largely responsible for this.

I remember junior year, in Mr. Lawson's Music Technology class, he had us design and build a recording studio in Frasier Hall.

finals week... finals week... finals week... Please be over soon...

J.S., my heart really goes out to you right now. I am so sorry you are going through this, and I know it sounds cheesy, but you will come out stronger... just stick to your guns, and yes, this too shall pass. Peace will come. Did you know that we've been friends for over ten years now? I love you so dearly and I can't wait to see you when you come home for Christmas.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am posting one of my favorite mission pictures of Sister H. and her... dinner? Eek. (This one's for you, N.- I told you this was for real!)

Another To-Do List!
1. Practicum Portfolio (Tues. 8:00am)
2. create exam for EPY 709 (Mon. ASAP)
3. copies for Literacy Portfolio (Tues. 7:00pm)
4. figure out what's due in Dr. K's class
5. Orff Exam (Thursday, 4:00pm)
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6. Return junk at Target

Guy Smiley You scored 56% Organization, 45% abstract, and 38% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are mostly organized, both concrete and abstract, and more introverted. Here is why are you Guy Smiley. You are both mostly organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Guy Smiley is your average Joe. He'll dress up and look nice for his game show, but he's not a neat freak. You are both a concrete and abstract thinker. Guy Smiley uses his imagination to come up with ridiculous game shows. However he's concrete enough to stick by his rules and perform his role as host. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. You are both introverted. At first glance Guy Smiley may appear to be an extrovert given he hosts a popular show. But in reality he struggles to relate with other people. His prizes tend to just be Guy Smiley merchandise. For whatever reason you are a bit uncomfortable in social settings. You may have one or two people that you are close with. You'd rather do things by yourself and you dislike working in groups where things are always so inefficient. The other possible characters are Oscar the Grouch Bert Snuffleupagus Ernie Elmo Kermit the Frog Grover Cookie Monster Big Bird The Count If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win!

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 50% on Organization You scored higher than 31% on concrete-abstra You scored higher than 10% on intro-extrovert

Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test written by greencowsgomoo on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

I think I may be the only person in Las Vegas who has two fully operational brake lights.

When people ruthlessly tailgate me, I wish I could stick a sign out of my window saying, "Please do not tailgate me. I was recently rear-ended by 35 yr old man with no car insurance. Then, in the following weeks, his father harrassed me by calling my home phone, threatening my family, cleverly threatening us by saying things like 'you' better not sue my son, bitch.' "

But I suppose that's a little long for a sign. Not catchy enough.

To do:
1) Compile materials for Regents' Scholar nomination.
* revise Dr. K's letter of recommendation
* email Kim my curriculum vitae
* solicit additional letters of recommendation (Jake Miskimins? Jane? Alex?)
* write personal statements
2) Work on Literacy Assessment Portfolio
3) Create Powerpoint presentation for Section Five of CPE training
* slap on key points of Section Two to the Section Three presentation
4) Make reservations for Laughlin Golden Nugget
5) Complete Literacy Field Assessment
6) Create EPY 709 Exam
7) Buy Scrubs Season Two (this one is personal)
8) Return phone call from Michael S. Moore
9) Update portfolio, resume, and curriculum vitae for BYU Alumni website
10) Decide whether or not to go to St. George this Saturday

Sounds like fun, eh?

"sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself"
- DCFC

I don't know if it's the crisp fall weather or what, but lately my thoughts have turned to "KL." We haven't talked since March of 2002, and I wonder where life has taken him. We were so close, but in time, our relationship just, well, sucked. The main thing I learned from KL was that no matter how good your intentions are, you just can't change someone. One memory that sticks out in my mind is the time KL was in Las Vegas over the summer, and he had me help find an apartment for him in Provo. He moved back to Provo in the fall, but didn't bother to bring the address of the new apartment with him. So basically, he moved back to Provo, not really knowing where he was going to live. His plan was to stop by my house, assuming I would be home, so I could show him where his new house was.

It's interesting that his absent-minded artsiness was what attracted me to him in the first place, but his complete lack of decision making skills and profound irresponsibility ultimately ended our relationship. Things drew on and on for nearly a year and a half.

The UNLV newspaper posted a picture of my boss and I from the Wellness Roadshow last week. It was all fun and games, except they printed an incorrect caption under the picture.
http://www.unlvrebelyell.com/article.php?ID=708
Since they pictured the table, you can plainly see that there are NO condoms on the table... just a ton of brouchures, some candy, and my powerbook. Nope, no condoms in sight.

That's just sloppy journalism. It's like posting a picture of a dude and his kids with the caption, "Are there child molestors loose in your area?"