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| Josh's science fair was today. He had a cute project put together based on the inquery as to which kind of ice cream would melt fastest: soy, carb benefit, regular, etc. The results were strange, but he's only in second grade.
In other news, I think I know how I'll organize my BYU schedule for next year. I already know that I'm in the Freshman Academy envelope for the humanities (off-campus students specifically invited in). That, and I actually went to school on Senior Skip day. In English we watched a bit of the movie Scottland P.A. that features a guy having his head deep fried. How awesome/disgusting is that?
If I weren't such a pussycat when it comes to pain, I'd dream of dying so spectacularly.
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Mom leaves for her Women's Conference at BYU tomorrow. And I won't be going to school, all so I can play "house."
Let's see...
5:00 - Wake up, get hair done.
6:00 - Wake up Enoch. Put coat and backpack by door. Make him eat.
6:45 - Bus arrives. Make sure he gets out there.
7:00 - Wake up Shiloh. She'll get ready, but won't eat anything other than fried eggs.
7:50 - Bus arrives, send her off.
8:00 - Wake up Josh. Drag him out of bed if necessary.
8:30 - Send Josh off with Thomas and Luis.
9:00 - Drive to Shiloh's school.
9:30 - Pick up ticket at Ms. Cole's room, follow bus to theater.
12:00 - Drive home.
12:30 - Sleep.
2:15 - Wake up and leave for Sister Young's house for catering job.
And I don't know when I'll be home. If at all possible, I'd like to stop by an ATM somewhere to get the cash to pay off fees to Ms. Schaus for that coupon book and to the nurse' office. I think I owe about $45 in tithing as well. (Minus fast offerings...)
And somehow get a few preliminaries for my senior thesis. My idea for the prelims is just a book of figure sketches and watercolors. As for the actual project, I'm still not sure about what it is that I want to do. At least it should incorporate the human figure.
Time seems to drag by slowly, but when I look back, those weary days have slipped away like sand between my fingers.
And I think today (or yesterday, since it's already 2 in the morning on Wednesday) has been the first 24 hours that I've gone without speaking to James for a very long time. I do hope that his Driver's Test went well this morning.
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"Our love is growing, so I don't mind watering it occasionally with a few tears." Ashleigh Brilliant
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Hey world.
College has been more of a pain than I thought. Application wasn't so hard, but the off-campus housing office insists that my grandmother's house isn't approved, even though she is a professor at BYU. So I have to fill out a waiver request, write a letter explaining my situation, have Dad and Grandma both write letters, and get everyone at the Indian Hills house to sign a "Living Standards" contract. Aunt Becky says welcome to the world of Mormon neo-nazism. The art department stuff is being sent in this next week too. I hope it goes through since ayear without an art class could potentially kill me.
The English Othello project is going pretty well though. Meagan, Alyx, Simon, and I are going to cut, edit, subtitle, and add the score this afernoon or so.
Quick to-do list:
-Write letter to housing office
-Finish creative exercise for dept. application
-Start on Othello movie review for English
-Write up senior thesis proposal for Art
-APUS Pyramid Game and Decade Flash Card
-Finish new SBJ entry
-Touch up old paintings
-Find Tea Cups painting
-Organize AP Studio slides
-Buy more film for slides
I'm pretty frazzled lately though. Summer keeps creeping in on my brain, injecting it with hallucinations of beach balls and funnel cakes.
In other news, the cub scout dinner last night went well and the decorations were beautiful. It didn't look like there would be enough food, but somehow, there was extra left over and the cakes sold pretty well too. The highest was Bradley's, the Sponge-Bob Square-pants cake, which went for $55.
I need a haircut. What I've got now is so long, it gets in everything: paint, food, etc. Ick. I'm thinking of waiting till it gets long enough that I can have it chopped off above my shoulders and be able to donate the extra 10+ inches to Locks for Love.
Random thought: Abby so naive it surprises me. Did I ever deviate so much just to contradict the good advice of others? It's funny seeing her journal sometimes and looking at all of the assumptions she makes and prejudisms she holds. I hope it's a phase that passes; she says so many hurtfull things.
I need a layout change... Songs (for inspiration) that I like:
-Bob Marley: Jammin, Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
-Garbage: Cherry Lips, Metal Heart, Stupid Girl, I'm Only Happy When It Rains, Why Do You Love Me
-Rod Stewart: If You Want My Body
-United States of Electronica: Open Your Eyes
Music Videos:
-Gorillaz: Feel Good Inc.
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"Abandon all hope, whoever enters here."
Inferno III, 9, Dante Alighieri - Inscribed above the gates of Hell
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| So. Our stove blew up on Sunday night.
Josh was making his Space Derby rocket and set the spray paint on the gas stove. While Abby and I were cooking mom's birthday dinner.
Yeah.
So the can popped and everyone thought something had crashed, went to check it out. A moment later there was a giant "BOOM!" and the house rocked, shelves fell over, and my sister who had run into the kitchen got a face full of fireball. Which blew off our back door, by the way. We all got out okay, but it was scary watching the fire consuming my kitchen wall, having caught a glimpse when I paused on my way out.
It's strange knowing the possibility of loosing your home. It makes you think.
Abby was alright, her face is blistered, but she'll live. Her sweatshirt melted and her eyebrows and eyelashes got burned off. That, and her hair was singed. It stunk... But she was alright, and went to the hospitol for some care.
Other than that, Hannah andI finished our Thanksgiving parade work and the penguin looks fantastic. We got to be on the 5:30 news and we'll be in the parade on Saturday, so it's very exciting. Imen is finishing up tomorrow.
Mmm, and James is coming in a week. It feels so exhilarating to say that. Sheer jubilation. Course, we have no stove the week before Thanksgiving, one of the biggest food holidays of the year... It is pathetic, but we'll still have lots of fun.
I guess I'm a little nervous too, I want him to have a good time, but I worry so much that something will go wrong. Something won't pull through. Just a little paranoid...
But primarily excited. I didn't think I could be this strangely happy about a visitor. Then again, he -is- my boyfriend... <3
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