Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Boys with the same name

I think you all know what name that name is, too. I don't even have to say it. A homosexual boy, make that two homosexual boys, an arrogant one, and a really really hot one. I have been at least pseudo-infatuated with all, minus the arrogant. And one of them called me last night. For the first time in a while. While he is the really really hot one, a girl could argue that he was also both arrogant and homosexual as well. . . but that's really not true. And now, after an hour long conversation and some fond reminiscing, we're roadtripping to Lake Powell for some adventuresome times. I'm looking forward to it---in a "what are you doing?" sort of way.

Yes, I wrote the previous entry twice. It wasn't posting, so I tried again. I guess it did post, just didn't show it till later. I feel like I'm back in high school, getting all giddy over NSYNC. By the way, a girl I met at work today didn't know "Bye Bye Bye" on the radio. I said "You don't know this song? It's NSYNC" and she said "How old are you?" !!!! I didn't realize they were THAT long ago. And EVERYONE knows, or at least has HEARD "Bye Bye Bye." Maybe not. But I'm twenty-five, thank you. On my way to "thirty, flirty, and thriving." All that aside, I won a "hard to find concert of Gavin DeGraw DVD" on ebay. I'm thinking now that it may be a pirated copy. But hey, it will fill the very large, very hormonal void.

The other night, a girl came over to our house. She just turned 23, and she made a list of 24 things to do before I turn 24. That's ambitious. I could make a "30 things to do before I'm 30" list. But that just makes 30 a little too close. . . "Bye Bye bye. . . "

Monday, September 29, 2008

Freakin Follow Through

Thank you Gavin DeGraw. Thank you for putting every emotion I've ever had about relationships/boys/dating into one really great song. And thank you for singing that song on Saturday night at your concert. Thank you for choosing to play in the smallest venue in the Great Salt Lake area so that I could buy a ticket for 25 bucks and still stand 4 people away from the front. Thank you for wearing that tight-fitting gray t-shirt and strutting your very attractive self all over the stage. Thank you for doing push ups in your free time-they're really paying off. Thank you for putting glitter on your piano. It looks really awesome! Thank you for singing "Thank You". But most of all, thank you for so frankly saying "Oh, since you wanna be with me, you have to follow through with every word you say. And I, all I really want is you, for you to stick around. I'll see you every day. But you'll have to follow through."

I have spent most of my teen/young adult years feeling exactly that way, about many different people. And now, as I am moving through my mid-twenties, I would like to suggest a 3rd verse, or perhaps a second bridge to this song. Something to the effect of "If you don't wanna be with me, grow a pair and say so. Cuz I, I really wanna be with you, but I also value my time so if you please, follow through or go away."

I also would enjoy a song about how "Friends can call each other on the phone" or maybe "A friendship consists of two people, not just one." Even "Boys and girls can be friends too." Whatever you feel creatively inclined to do. Rock on Gavin. Rock on.

Freakin Follow Through

Thank you Gavin DeGraw. Thank you for putting every emotion I've ever had about the opposite sex into one really great song. Also thank you for coming to the smallest venue in the Greater Salt Lake area so I could buy a ticket for 25 bucks and stand four people away from your stage. Thank you for wearing that tight-fitting t-shirt and strutting your very attractive self all around the stage. Thank you for doing push ups in your free time. They're really paying off. Thank you for putting glitter on your piano-it looks cool. Thank you for singing "Thank You" at your concert. But most of all, thank you for saying every so frankly saying
"Oh, if you wanna be with me you'll have to FOLLOW THROUGH with every word you say. And I, all I really want is you-for you to stick around. I'll see you every day. But you have to FOLLOW THROUGH."
I have felt that way through most of my teenage/young adult years. And now, as I'm moving my through my mid-twenties, I'd like to request a new verse, or perhaps a second bridge to this song. It should say something to the effect of "if you DON'T WANT to be with me, don't say that you would like to do something this weekend. I don't like feeling confused, and I don't like wasting my time. So if you don't want to follow through, then just go away."
And if you could also write a song about the meaning of "I'll call you on Friday"/"friends can call each other on the phone" that would be great too. Rock on.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Joe Black

Today, I was doing rounds at 6a.m. Opened to door to "Oscar's" room to find his wife sleeping on the floor and a lady relative in his bed, while he is sleeping in the chair. I had read his MAR and found that he is to have morphine every 2hrs, so I went to get it, came back and his wife was awake. We've bonded over the last few weeks, and I just love her. We'll call her Betty. Betty says that Oscar has been very "phlegmmy" through the night. Then she said it wasn't constant, just every now and then, like he needs to cough. I, knowing that Oscar has been declining quite quickly, and being on his last leg so to speak, I thought this could be more than just phlegm. And sure enough, there it was: my very first aural experience with the "death rattle". Oscar began to breath heavily, his inhalations making sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard, only magnified 20 times. What do you say to the wife? I told her that this is called chayne stokes breathing, and it was a sign that oscar is getting ready to go. She hugged me. I checked back in a little while and found his whole family kneeling around him, crying.

I'll write more about my experience with this family. I don't have enough time right now. But I'll just say, I can't get the sound out of my head, and I know that Joe Black is still lurking around B hall. . . waiting for Oscar.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Oh well I never, was there ever?

For those of you who grew up listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber's CATS, you will now have that single line of that magical song play through your head for the next seven hours.

Last night, Jill and I, after a riveting Mary Kay facial party, got all gussied up in black dresses, and hopped Trax to the Capitol Theatre, where our 25 dollar tickets bought our way into a magical land, where the starry skied stage filled with larger-than-life-sized garbage and car parts brought back old "memories" (bah-hah) of my childhood. Back then, not only did I know what a jellicle cat was, but I also wanted to BE a jellicle cat. Though this is a bit embarrassing, I used to try to teach myself the dances, and I was so enthralled at watching how catlike their movements were. I would rewind and replay the Jellicle Ball, dreaming that one day, I too, would dance and sing about the Heavyside Layer.

We often laugh at CATS. How is a play where humans dress up like felines and sing and dance and steal things so popular? Well, the answer is, it's just entertaining. Though very long in parts, it really is a moving work of art. The music is just soooo good. And by the end, you just want to be up there on the stage, raising your paw above your head, singing "Up up, up, to the heavyside layer. . . " So in conclusion, good job Andrew Lloyd Webber. And you really should have told Jason Castro to sing something from Joseph instead of Memory. What were you thinking?

Monday, September 15, 2008

Tylenol Cold and Flu

I am a wee bit under-the-weather. The folks in the library keep looking at me-my smokers cough is loud enough to scare the sleeping baby a few computers down, and I've already gone through a whole travel-size pack of kleenex. I am on my way to the store, where i will buy Puffs with lotion, Tylenol Daytime Relief, cough drops, orange juice, and as if that weren't the most pathetic- a box of tampons.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

So much to learn, so little time.

You know, some days, it just seems so much more obvious to me what a great man Jesus Christ was. He was completely perfect. He was completely selfless. I went last night to our "ward ministry", and it was just so great to be thinking of others for once instead of myself. I need to work on that, especially at my job. A lot of things happened over the last 36 hours, and it's got me thinking. . . I've got a lot to learn.