eddie would go

So last week the apartment managers sent out an email asking if anyone would be interested in being the RA. I sent back a reply thinking, what the heck, why not? On Friday she sent out another email saying that a lot of people had been interested and would we mind answering a few questions? The questions were like, if someone was coming in consistently late, what would you do, what would you do about this, what are your thoughts about the Honor Code, etc. I answered very bluntly with things like, warning people twice and if they break it again, then the managers would have to talk to the Honor Code office, if an apartment had a problem, then I would help them sort it out without resorting to the managers because we're adults and we need to start learning how to solve our own problems and if people can't obey the rules of the apartment, how are they going to handle the real world? I sent back these answers thinking I would never be picked, that I sounded a bit too hard-nosed, that I wasn't going to be around enough, etc. Anyways, I met with the managers tonight, thinking they wanted to meet with a few applicants. After chatting with them about mutual acquaintances, Lisa was like, "well, we're giving you the job. When we read your email, my husband was like, you're hiring her right?" Apparently my bluntness was a good thing, because they really liked it. So for $50 a month, I have to lock the laundry room doors and do random checks for guys. Go figure.

la primavera

I just watched the funniest movie I've seen in a long time. It was called Death at a Funeral and I laughed the whole time! I loved it! But of course the humour of the movie was offset by the fact that it's midterms, meaning there's like a month left of school and I have sooooo much left to do. I wish the snow would melt already. Spring fever has hit me hard.

rage against the dying of the light

Saturday morning, about 7am, Shay and I headed for Preston. He was driving my car and I had a little bed made up in the back seat and was planning on sleeping on the way down. Ha ha. Every bump in the road, every movement made and I had to sit up to make sure my car was okay. I eventually gave up trying to sleep and got a little bit of homework done. Slept on and off the rest of the day, read a book and laid about. My TMJ was acting up so I didn't sleep well that night and slept through church the next day.
Outside my dad's house I noticed a black mass in the snow. Getting closer, I discovered it was the corpse of a baby cow. Shay said it had been running around one day and suddenly fell over, dead. My dad thinks a vessel in its lung burst. I think so too, because it had blood in its nose and mouth. Is was disgusting. I can handle human corpses, but not animals, especially baby animals.
We had to leave early because I had to be back in Rexburg to work. I was irritated at work because there was some stuff that a certain someone was supposed to do during the day, but never did, so I was stuck with it. Of course I was just irritated at everything because my head was pounding.
When I got home everyone asked me if I had a good weekend. I never know what to say to that when I go to Preston. There's just so many bad memories, so many echoes of hate and hurt within those walls. I spent so so long wanting to run away from that place, it's hard for me to go back.
Lately, I've felt like I've been rushing around like a sightless demon, doing so much for everyone but me. Technically the school work will make me smarter and my job earns me money, but you know what I mean. I feel directionless and overworked and in great need of a self-rejuvenating break.

tears in a rice paddy

I made a completely stupid mistake at work today and it ruined my night. Then I got home and read the latest copy of the voice, a newspaper that complains about everything and does nothing else, which kind of made my mood worse. The only good thing that happened...it's over.

I had a midterm today, which I forgot about until the last possible moment. I studied frantically for about 20 minutes and drove to campus to take the test. I hate the testing center. It's employed by Nazis that pick out students they hate and nail them for pathetically minor things. So while standing in line, I quickly made sure I had no skin exposed and showed no sign of happiness or joy, lest they think me disrespectful. The test was only 50 questions and I breezed through it feeling rather good, aside from the fact that Aunt Flo was knocking impatiently at my door, eager to beging her monthly visit, and my panicked jumps at the slightest movements, fearing the Testing Center Nazis were coming to drag me out by my ear. I got a 76%. Not bad for no studying, but worse than I thought. Much as I care. I hate that class. So now I have an hour to waste before I have to go to work and deal with (ugh) people. I dislike people very much this week. I would like nothing more than to hole up in my room and wait for the week to be over. Better yet, ship me to a beach somewhere and give me a large, virgin, pomegranete margarita and a breeze strong enough to cool the skin but gentle, so the sand doesn't fly everywhere.

a laugh a day...

This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph... PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter....Dear Mr. Thatcher, I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants. Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills. Isn't the human body amazing? As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.' Are you ?*!* kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness -- actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull?-**t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always....Best,Wendi AaronsAustin , TX

Well, today was interesting. Anyone who knows me knows I hate mornings with a great passion, but for whatever reason, I woke up at 6:15 this morning and for the life of me, I couldn't go back to sleep. I had been having a really good dream about a snowboarder using his head and a tree as a brake and I was a super EMT saving his life. Apparently I'm going through emergency medicine withdrawls. Anyways, lately I've been stressing about a research paper I have to write this semester. I decided to write about how Indian gaming has improved the standard of living on reservations, thinking there'd be sooo much information on this subject and therefore an easy paper. I've been searching on and off for over a month now and have found very little iformation. Until today. I stumbled across the website for the Harvard Project on American Indian Economic Development. All this time I've been stressing and here the Harvard people have done all my research for me. That's a load off my shoulders, you have no idea.

After Shay got out of class today, we headed to IF to look at ipods and mp3 players for my dad's birthday. Kendra said the radio in the kitchen isn't working and all he cds are scratched and thought it would be nice if he had all of his music on one thing that he could take to work, have in his truck, play at home, etc. Anyways, we get all the way to IF and Kendra calls and says that dad found out what we were planning on getting for him and asked if he got to pick which one he wanted. Of course she tells us when we were already in IF. So we wandered around trying to find somewhere that sold model cars, the kind you have to glue together. No one in IF sold them so we had to go to King's in Rigby. Of all places, they were the one's that had some. When we got back to Rexburg we rented movies. Woo hoo.

Fortunately school is out in a little over a month. A very exciting and very daunting thought...

A list of records I recently bought:
The Beatles White Album
The Beatles Magical Mystery Tour
The Beach Boys in Concert
The Beatles Abbey Road
The Beatles Revolver
The Who Greatest Hits
Bob Dylan Greatest Hits
Steve Miller Band
Crosby Stills and Nash

I cannot get enough of old school rock!

Random Thoughts

Ever notice how characters in old movies have really dramatic facial expressions? Or how it looks like it hurts when they kiss because they smash their faces together so fast and hard?
Ever notice how loud things seems when you're trying your best to be quiet?
Ever notice how idiots seem to come out of the woodwork when you're having a bad day?
Who has more grace: Audrey Hepburn or Julie Andrews?
Why do humans have such a driving need to communicate (particularily on the internet), but shy away from personal contact?