A New Post

So I figured I'd officially try to keep up with this blogging thing once more now that all my mid-terms are over, which, by the way, went very well, thank you very much. :) Anyways, now that I'm here, I'm not sure what to make this new post about. I suppose I could make up some crazy story about how I missed my train stop and had to run around the University of Utah campus in the snow this morning... but then again, that already happened. So that's no good. Um.... How about... Snow in October? What is up with Mother Nature?! Honestly!

Oh, speaking of mothers... and femininity... and the Sacred Feminine... Guess who finally finished The DaVinci Code? That's right. Me. And yes, I really liked it. A good read and a fun one. It just took me a little while what with all this other reading I've been doing for all my super fun classes.... which is probably why I missed the Stadium Trax stop this morning. I was too busy reading. I was absorbed into my Gender Studies assigned reading of the experiences of a transexual man-- quite interesting actually. If you'd like to hear all about it, I'd suggest you sign up for the class. It's been quite a ride. My teacher in that class is really fun and spunky. She really reminds me of Dharma from Dharma and Greg-- just kind of loose and hippie-ish like that. So even though I'm not one hundred percent comfortable with some of the subjects that are assigned, she makes it fun because she is so excited and interested about it all. Plus there are some really dumb guys in that class that make really dumb comments. So I guess even though they are thoughtless and braindead, they at least serve somewhat as my entertainment. One kid even went so far as to accuse women for being repressed because, as he put it, we didn't try hard enough to learn stuff when it was available all along. Yeah, I don't know about you, but I'd rather sit and stare at stuff than improve my mind and intellect. I don't know why but there's this song in my head that simply will not leave. It's a really weird song sung by Imogen Heap called "Hide and Seek." It's really cool/weird sounding and I'm not really sure what the song is trying to tell me... what do you think?



where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall...
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling

spin me 'round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the take over,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first

It continues on in this vague and odd manner, but it sounds really cool. I'll have to delve deeper into this mystery at some other occasion because it really is getting late and I'm pretty tired. Well, I hope everyone had a good day, and Michelle, I hope you didn't have too much fun at that Halloween party without me! Ciao!!

I'm a Sickie Poo!

A hoo! A hoo! A hoo!!

In case you haven't heard the news, I'm officially a Sickie Poo. It came suddenly on Sunday evening: a scratchy throat and a feeling of dismay. Monday morning was just too much to bear. I simply could not breathe, I couldn't stop tossing and turning in my sleep, my head felt swollen, and I sounded like a frog. I was sick. To make things better, I didn't wake up until about 10 am, which means that I missed both my classes for the day. Yay for me. I just wandered around the house, crying because I was all alone and I didn't have anyone there to take care of me and bring me water and medicines and such. I called in sick, which was nice because I got the opportunity to view my favoritest "The Little Mermaid" which I recently purchased from one Best Buy due to its re-release onto DVD format. I also watched some "Friends" episodes which put me to sleep. Then the best part of my day arrived: around eight, Scott brought me a dozen pink roses, cookies, and a Subway sandwich, made just the way I liked it. We then went to the local library for some browsing fun and then just went back to my house where we just talked until Mr. Nazi Pants asked him to leave at 10. This morning (Tuesday) I actually felt a lot better until I got to my classes... let's just say that as the day wore on, I felt worse and worse-- even to the point of staring blankly at a tile on the floor for 23 minutes of my Shakespeare class. I dragged myself into work this evening around 5, where I started training at Customer Service. So if you ever need to return something, you know where to go! They actually let me leave early (around 8:15), which means that I didn't have to close at all! I've pretty much wasted my entire extra hour or so by gossipping with Kendra about Bingham High School drama, and putting on twenty sweaters so I don't freeze to death. Oh yes, that's another one of my lovely symptoms: I'm colder than cold 24/7. So if you'd like to send me more cookies (since I've almost finished off this entire bag) or a sweater, feel free to do so whenever you like. Just do it before I'm dead. Well, have a great day!