Let me back up.

CAUTION: After writing this whole thing, I realized that it almost seemed kind of anticlimactic. Feel free to skim through if needed, otherwise…go for it. Just don’t be disappointed I guess, is my point. It is almost 3 in the morning.
So I was having an okay day on November 5th (I mention the date because I’m actually writing about it at 2 am on the 6th). I only had one class: French. Well, I had ceramics at night, but I never go to that class when I’m actually supposed to.
Anyway, I woke up at a somewhat decent hour (meaning before 11am at some point). I went into my mom’s office and helped out with advertising tactics, and by that I mean puting CNS Home Health labels onto six cases of Costco water bottles. It went well except for the fact that I had really bad posture the whole time I was doing this, therefore bringing on a neck ache, which led to a head ache. So I went home to lay down and skipped French. It was a blessing in disguise, really.

Three hours later my mom calls me asking, “Where are you? Did you forget?”
At first I played it off like “no, of course I didn’t, I’m just puting on my shoes” (my exact words) even though I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I remembered I was doing paperwork at a flu clinic somewhere in town in fifteen minutes and still had to go pick up all of the vaccinations and supplies. Oops.
I will admit I sped a bit to beat the time crunch, but I always speed anyway so I didn’t really care. I mean, come on; it’s Utah. Nobody here actually goes the speed limit. Though they’re usually five miles under rather than the opposite (plus some) that I tend to do.

I got through the clinic with the head ache I still had. It was at a Steel company. A lot of big impatient guys with southern-ish accents. Whatever.

As I’m leaving the office of this place, my hands full, complete with duffel bag, ice cooler, sharps container, and box of paperwork, I do something I haven’t done for a while (which is amazing, come to think of it, that I haven’t done it in so long). I pushed the door open with my left foot all skillfully like I do it all the freaking time, then step outside the door…and practically fall over.
I know right?
Apparently the door kind of drops off about three or four inches from the actually, you know, ground. And I couldn’t really tell, nor could anyone else in my situation I’ve now decided, so half of my foot hit this drop off ledge and the other half hit air. Then my ankle rolled all kinds.

At first it didn’t hurt and I could walk out to my car, but then as I was driving home it started pulsating or whatever. Still is. My mom wants to rush me to the doctor in the morning since I was working while I did this, or else she’d probably just tell me to wait it out, since I do tend to do this a lot.

Since I injured my ankle, I couldn’t go develop and dodge and burn my prints for photo tonight at school. I should be concerned since they’re due Monday and I’ll be up in Provo and Ogden this weekend, but I’m not. I never am. I’m past that point now. I just need the semester to be done, please.

On another note, I’m excited to stay with Shannon this weekend and also see all my Ventura friends that now go to BYU. I still can’t get over how many Venturans go there this year. Even more next year. But hopefully I wont be in this state at that point.

This was kind of long. My bad. If I were you, I probably wouldn’t have read it all. But that’s just me. I hate reading from a computer screen.

Good night (finally), and later days.

Song of the day: “The Queen Is Dead (Take Me Back To Dear Old Blightly)” by The Smiths. I LOVE the drum intro for this song. Reminds me of drumline, just way easier.
Film of the day: The Men Who Stare at Goats (2009) starring Ewan McGregor and George Clooney. Coming out this week, I believe. I’m pretty stoked for it, looks good. And there haven’t been any decent movies out for a couple weeks in my opinion. Except all of the good movies that don’t play in St. George, Utah. One BIG downside to this town.


Tyler and me on graduation day

 I just found this in my pictures and I’m totally missing him, so I decided to put it up. That was a great day.


Friday November 13th is national TWLOHA Day.

“Show support, write love”

I did it the last two years. Go forth and do good, eh.

I also just bought a sticker for my car from TWLOHA, that probably cost way too much for a sticker, but it’s for a good cause so I wont gripe about  for any longer than I just did. 


my new car sticker - coming soon

 I can’t find my guitar tuner. It’s not the end of the world, but it does suck, especially considering this is my second guitar tuner in the history of guitar tuners own by me, and they’re like 20 bucks to replace. Y yo no tengo dinero.

Speaking of speaking spanish, I’m definitely going to NOT be taking French anymore semesters after this one. It’s interesting, sure, but I don’t like it nearly as much as Spanish. I’m also just better at Spanish.
Two more days until I go to Provo! Three more days until I go to Ogden! I’m so excited to see friends.

Until next time,
later days.

Song of the day: “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2
Show of the day: Dexter starring Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter (who, by the way, play roles in the show as brother and sister, but are actually married in real life. Weirddd.)


City of God

I cried when I finished reading Paper Towns, though I have no idea why. I just kind of felt the need for some reason. Something about finishing such an amazing novel made me sad I guess. I maybe happy. Or both.

Every time I finish reading a book by John Green I feel so at peace, so…incredibly alive, like I can do anything.
After I read Looking For Alaska I wanted to go to boarding school in the south and smoke a cigarette by the side of a lake as the sun was setting.
After I read An Abundance of Katherines I wanted to go on a cross-country road trip with Alex Frantela and Scott Deiro and make friends with complete strangers, exploring life’s infinite possibilities.
After reading Paper Towns…I want to do everything. I want to plan an extravagant adventure during the middle of the night with someone amazing and solve mysteries that were never ment to be solved in the first place.

I crave life. I want to feel like I can conquer the world with my bare hands. I want to be infinitely happy.


My problem is that I don’t like to let go. I sit in a pool of nostalgia for far too long whenever there is change. I don’t finish what I start. I’m incomplete. I’m imperfect, though that isn’t surprising; no one is perfect, anyhow.




Song of the day: “The Only Exception” by Paramore
Film of the day: City of God (2002)
Book of my life: Paper Towns by John Green


I’m on my way to believing.



You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from the diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.

– Walt Whitman, excerpt from Song of the Open Road

The book I’m reading at the moment is called Paper Towns by John Green, one of the most clever writers I think I’ve ever read. And I’ve read quite a lot. Perhaps John Steinbeck is the only other author I know of, in my opinion, who can have such an amazing grasp on his characters and makes them so real that you’re disappointed when the book ends because you realize it wasn’t actual reality.

In this book, Paper Towns, there is a whole lot of reference to Whitman. I happen to have a random unabridged copy of  random Walt Whitman poems sitting on my much to organized bookshelf featuring my old high school required reading.
So I flipped through it a bit and my eyes feel upon Song of the Open Road among all the rest of his most popular works. I’m glad I chose it, because, after reading the whole thing through (and it’s kind of lengthy), I felt so inspired by his words. I then proceeded to turn on some old Bob Dylan which brought on more inspiration and good feelings.

I can now say that I’m excited to explore the open road of my life. More so than I was before, anyway.

Song of the day: “Desolation Row” by Bob Dylan.
Film of the day: Catch Me If You Can (2002), starring Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio.

paper towns

Paper Towns by John Green

is missing. It’s frustrating living with boys. They just eat everything.

Today I spent an hour in Spoon Me studying French then accidentally missed my French class because I did so. Oops.

I threw three soon-to-be mugs on the wheel tonight. I was in the middle of throwing a bowl when my pinky got caught on the clay and…well, now my hands taped and I’m probably not going to be doing ceramics for at least another week. I need my finger to actually get better. Fully. Not just kind of be pretending to be better, but actually doing it.

Now it’s time for Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Later days.

Song of the day: “Falling In Love At a Coffee Shop” by Landon Pigg (aka the dude from Whip It).
Film of the day: Weeds. Okay, so it’s a show. Get over it.

Honey Nut O's

My missing cereal

I remember when Alex and I would use “Skippy” as a code name when talking about a certain person in public. Great freaking times.

Anyway, I spent 3 or so hours developing film and prints in the lab/darkroom today. I loved it. I love photography. I’m just always worried that I don’t love it enough to make it my major. But I don’t know yet…
I told my grandpa about Watkins, showed him the brochure and such. He approves. I’m glad.

Tyler goes on to the MTC tomorrow morning; he’ll be there for 6-8 weeks learning more Spanish and other missionary things before he actually gets to go to Honduras. For two years. I’m so happy for him though, and so incredibly proud to call him my cousin and one of my closest friends I’ll ever have. There is no one else in the world quite like Tyler.


Example of a print I made today (it needs more work, but I ran out of time so I’ll do more tomorrow):

I have this dish to help me wish.
When I wish to make a wish
I wave my hand with a big swish swish.

I actually had to reference my Dr. Seuss collection for that line.

How genius was he, by the way? His rhyme and rhythm is absolutely phenomenal.

Point being, though, is that I wish I had a digital camera so as to post pictures with my blogs to make them more interesting. Then maybe people would read them. I don’t even read them after they’re posted. Hmm.

Song of the day: “Dazed and Confused” by Led Zeppelin.
Film of the daySorority Row (2009) starring Briana Evigan and Rumer Willis. I know it’s barely coming out of theatres, but it is Halloween time. And it was a freaking great scary movie, and with an interesting plot, no less. You don’t generally see that one.




Good bye Tyler. Have a good two years in Honduras!

This being my question of the week. I asked my mom the other day, whilst subtly bringing up Watkins, and I can tell she’s not into the idea.
Oh well.
I know they think I’m just going to change my mind again, but I truly want to go to this school next fall (assuming I get in). I don’t want to change my mind. I’m using self-control and sticking to a decision. I do need to find some other schools to apply to though, just in case.

Laguna College of Art and Design? RISD? Two of the best (in my mind) art schools in the country, both on opposite ends of it, and also my top two dream schools when I was a sophomore in high school thinking I could change the world with my art.


Let’s be honest: I’m scared to move on to something bigger and better. The thought is just extremely intimidating. I mean, yes, I’ve done it once already by moving to Weber, but I felt a good sense of safety there, probably because I thought, “Hey, it’s just Utah. Been here, done that.”
But somewhere else where I’ve never been…scary.



Song of the day: “Champagne Supernova” by Oasis.
Film of the day: True Romance (1993) starring Patricia Arquette and Christian Slater, written by Quentin Tarantino. Not only do you get to see Brad Pitt stoned, but Patricia Arquette is a total BAMF in this movie.

Soooo many Utahns (mainly St. George) give off the southern hick feel, and I’m definitely not down with it. Don’t get me wrong, most St. George folk are awesome, but there are a fair few with their big ass trucks and mullets that bug beyond belief.

Sometimes I just feel as though I’m stuck in the South with a bunch of rednecks. Just because we call St. George “Dixie” doesn’t really mean it is.


In other news, I keep getting awesome compliments on my blue watch. It’s a splendid conversation piece.
Also, I was told today that I probably go into Krave frozen yogurt more than anyone else in town. Not a bad thing. I like it there, it’s a cool spot to get away from everything else. So is Spoon Me, where I like to grab a good smoothie for lunch on Mondays around noon, do homework, and chat with the one girl that’s always working there but I don’t know her name..huh. She’s way tight though.

And now I’m going to read The Lovely Bones.

Later days.


Song of the day: “Cracks In the Armor” by Killola
Film of the day: A Beautiful Mind (2001) starring Russell Crowe, Paul Bettany, Jennifer Connelly, Ed Harris, & the guy that plays Mark in ‘Rent’. An amazing story directed by Ron Howard and a winner of four most deserved Academy Awards.
Fun fact: it was filmed in sequence so that Crowe could get a consistent feel for the progession of the manner of behavior of John Nash.

I worked at a flu clinic at the World Senior Games today at the Dixie Center here in St. George, UT, where the SWG are held every year. I came across some gems.

There are several types of older folks.
1) The Grumpies. They just kind of hate everyone and have bad attitudes, but you still respect them deep on the inside, because…well, they’re old, and are probably really okay on the inside. But they sure as hell don’t show it.

2) The I-Wish-They-Were-My-Grandparents. The awesome, fun lovin’, witty and funny old folks. My personal favorites. They like to joke about everything and see the good in anything, including, but not limited to, joking about swine flu and bad vaccinations.

3) The Old Ones Who Wish They Weren’t So Old. Self explanatory. But in case it’s not, these are the ones that poke fun at the other ones who are getting a bit…alzheimersy, for the lack of a better word. I think they do it to cover up the fear of themselves maybe creeping towards that direction themselves. Or maybe they just don’t like old people, therefore not liking themselves quite as much as they once did.

Anyway, these were the sorts of people I came across today. It was a long 5 hours.


Song of the day: White Room by Cream. This song always reminds me of Scott Deiro and myself parked in the VC parking lot by the bungalow playing imaginary guitars and drums, maybe not for hours, but for a good amount of time that was worth every second.
Movie of the day: Summer Magic (1963), starring Hayley Mills and Burl Ives. One of my most favorite Disney non-animated classics.


I’ve decided to apply to Watkins College of Art, Design and Film in Nashville, Tennessee. I feel like it’s the right thing to do. We’ll see where it goes from there. I still have a while before anything happens though, so we’ll see..


I need to go to sleep.
Later Days.