23- 30 out of 365.

I'm so sorry for not posting in what seems to be a very long time. . . so let me catch you up on a few things.


23 out of 365
"No goodbyes, just 'See ya later'"
My dearest friend is serving a mission in Czech Republic and Dec 22nd was the last time I get to see him until he comes home. It was a great adventure, but when I was saying good bye he told me that phrase. . . made me feel a tiny bit better


25 out of 365
Charlie Brown Christmas trees. . . enough said.


26 out of 365
A cookbook with all my mother recipes, best Christmas Gift Ever!!!! 


29 out of 365
A change of heart. . . although a farewells are sweet, but getting an unexpected one at 11:11 at night. . . well, my wish did come true then. 


30 out of 365
If you live in Utah, then you know how the roads are. . . So I am so joyous for the fact most cars have 4 wheel drive. 


Although the past few weeks have been a roller coaster of things. . . I'm happy to say, I'm actually finding more reasons to smile, and in a world we live in today who can complain with that? 


Love and Happy New Years. 


Laurel Evelyn. 

10th out of 365

Wal-mart. . . Although I can mostly find anything I need there, it is a living nightmare to shop there. Especially in the month of December. 

I was trying to get my last few items on the Christmas list when I went in today at 4:30 and the place was packed. It took me 20 minutes just to buy my stuff. I was already not in the mood to deal with stupid people. 

After getting all my items for the family, I need a few items for myself. . . which means Nair, that lovely removal of hair. I was look at all the different kinds and what would not hurt as much as a hot wax, when i noticed a man next to me looking for something with much frustration. He was in his late 70's, moving slowly with his cane and what seemed bad knees. His eyes were searching for his item with the speed of light and watching him exasperating at himself at how slow he was searching with his fingers, I realized he was going to give up on his search. I walked next to him, watching him closer at to what he was looking for. With just a few minutes of standing there, he turned to me and in what seemed as a distress whispered, "I just can't find anything anymore" It turns out he had bought an electric shaver and the blade had broken and a replacement couldn't be found. It was a first generation model, and all wal-mart had was the third and fifth blades on the top shelf, when the first generation model was on the bottom. I reached up to the top and tried smiling at him as I was stretching my fingers to see if the blade he was looking for was placed in the back of the third generations. Alas, It was not there.


 He looked at me and said "I guess I will just need to buy a new one". He picked one up on the bottom shelf and I noticed he had picked up the cheapest one, which happened to be 88 dollars. I looked at the price and my heart sunk. It wasn't fair that  he had to buy the same model, when Wal-mart didn't sell the replacement  blade which was only 20 bucks. He was to the end of the aile when I snapped out of my thought. I rushed over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to look at me and with what seemed to be a deep sadness in his eyes, I almost forgot what I was going to say, he smiled at me and asked "What, dear?" I blurted out ever so quickly "I think I know how to help you" I think I almost scared him to death. I walked him over to the wal-mart computer, I realized he didn't want to touch it for he wouldn't sit down. So I plopped myself on the chair and began to go to Wal-marts website. In less then two minutes, I found the blade he was searching for. We submitted a need for it at the store and we got the reply that it would be ready for pick up at the Riverton, Wal-mart on Saturday, December 11th, 2010. 


As I looked up at the man, he smiled down at me and said "You have very lovely eyes". I take much pride in those, but I knew he was being very sincere, which is hard to find now a days. He then chuckled to himself  saying "and lovely dark hair to make those beautiful eyes stand out more, thats a rare site to see" He then uttered a quick "Thank you" and a "Merry Christmas" put on his hat and left Wal-mart. 




I didn't believe that I could find joy today. . . When I started this post of what I had found joy in today,I it was originally about the compliment from a complete stranger. However, re-telling this story, the fact is I found joy by bring another person some joy. Because of this man, he made my day so much better.  Christmas is a stressful Holiday, I wish it didn't have to be. This was a joy and a  review from an old lesson. Look out for the under-dog, no matter the age or what the problem may be. Remember Christmas is not what is under the tree, it's about our beloved brother, who gave up so much for you and me. I'm thankful for the bits of him I found in me today. 




Peace and Love. 

7th day out of 365

Rain makes something beautiful. . . 
Not only does it refresh this planet we live on
and make it bearable to breath in Utah's smog. 
Rain, gives off that clean smell, like a just done laundry basket or the scent of a new born baby. 
Rain, makes the ground all wet, so even as a nineteen year old you can splash in the huge puddles and jump around and get your shoes, socks, and anything below your ankle's wet. Feeling like a five year old is usually the best medicine when the stress of adulthood come about. 


Rain is simply lovely. 

Sunshine. . .
What is it about the little heat rays that kiss your skin and leave a dark mark. How some of us on rather hot days, can crack an egg and make yourself an omelet on the pavement ( I don't understand why people would do that, let alone eat it, but oh well) The sun, with it's burst of heat, kiss my cheek and then shows me the sun rays. 




What do you get, when you put those two things together? You will get those summer Indian rains, but the thing I found joy in today was . . . 

A Rainbow. . . 
to be frank, it was four rainbows. 
The little boy I nanny and I were walking in the rain, watching how hints of sun rays were trying to peer over the clouds. A flash of warm heat surrounded us, as raindrops were still plopping on our heads. Then we saw a rainbow. Colorful and beautiful. Then a second one appeared. Then a third. Then as we turned to the next street in a different direction was the fourth rainbow. A reminder, that two great elements of this Earth, make something beautiful and a special event to witness. 






I hope you all find a rainbow today, or a least one joy today. 




Love

The 1st. . . out of 365

The challenge has begun my friends.
Now of course I will not post the one thing I found each day. . . But I thought it would be nice to just post the first one and when days come and go I will post more.

SO. . . .what made me happy today?

Curlers.

Thats right. you heard me. Curlers.

I love this invention that you can stick in your hair for fifteen to twenty minutes, while doing things like brush your teeth, read a book, make a meal, study homework, surf the web.. . . or in my case, write this blog post. And as a end result.. . your hair has this nice bounce to it, that adds a nice frame to your face and makes your image boost!

These beautiful, plastic, sometimes burns my fingers, devices are lovely. Theses things bring a great joy in my life. I love my hair, it's really that thing on my person that I love and try and take good care of. If I want to look nice in just a plain t-shirt and jeans, I simply just curl my hair. Curlers help me feel pretty and give me that extra boost of confidence. That is why I found joy in my curlers today. Cause they are so going to give me that push of confidence and hopefully another reason to have joy today.

I'm sorry boys you will never know the pleasures and pains of getting "dolled up" ;)


Peace and love my fellow humans.

What I really want.

“You are wonderful and you have within you the potential to do great and marvelous and good things. Don’t let anyone stop you, don’t let anybody get in your way, don’t get sidetracked on some venture of one kind or another that might injure you and hurt you... Stand tall, do what is right, count on the Lord and He will bless you in a wonderful way” (-President Gordon B. Hinckley).
I love this. . . This was most uplifting and exactly what I need to see at this time. 


Everyone at one point has been asked, "What do you want?"


I have been asked this a thousand times and gave the same answers over and over. It's time to really think about what I want, if I want to work for it, and what it's going to take to get there. 


1. I want to go to BYU. For those who have known me, I have been against going to BYU for years. Why the sudden change?
I believe that BYU is what I need. To be around individuals who believe and show the same beliefs I have. I want to have a class prayer before a class. I want to strengthen my testimony and become a better example of the church. I might not have the grades or not good enough. But it's a righteous desire, to better my self and learn more what our Heavenly Father wants me learn. 


2. I want to figure my self out. I don't want someone telling me who I am, what I love, what I believe, what I'm going to do. This is my life. Not yours. Back off. I love you, but please, let me figure myself out. 


3. I want to travel. If only I had the money. I would like to just grab a backpack and travel. I'll be a street performer if I need the money. I want to see the world and what was put here for us discover. 


4. I want to love, who and what I want to love. 


5. I want to be a good mormon. Now I don't want to be the stereotype mormon who has a BOM up their. . . well you know what. But I want to actually be the basics of what I believe. No judging, loving one another, be like christ. Harder said then done. . . But I believe it can be done. We just need to be non hypocritical, it can be done. I believe it can be. 


6. I want to be a good wife. A fun loving, supportive, have a good laugh with and there for him to cry, wife. I want to get sealed in the temple. But this means I want a good husband. Who is going to love me for my light and dark. . . and I'll do the same for him. 


7. To go with number six, I want to be a good mother. (Read earlier blog post. Pretty much sums it up) 




There is so much I want, and want to be. I hope I can achive them. 


Love and peace. 

A new challenge.

There is this girl that I have known for a few years now. She is the most optimistic person I know and I envy her for it. After reading (well really stalking) her facebook and blog, I just can't stop smiling. And I realized, I want to be happy everyday.

SO the challenge has begun.

Everyday. for the next 365 days I will find joy in everything I do. No one is going to bring me down. I MEAN NO ONE!  Not even you Satan. . . I know you can read! So be warned.



I love you all. Hope all is well. :)

Peace and Love!

Dear Mr. Darcy

Dear Mr. Darcy,
      You, like so many fictional characters in English literature have captured the hearts of many. You are so much better then a creepy vampire or teen wolf. But studying you and learning of your craft, I have found you are truly flawed and I'm thinking Elizabeth had every right to have her prejudices against you.

1. You are selfish. Always thinking of your self. Never anyone else, especially the ones you proclaim you love.
2. You walk high and tall, like a God on your own piece of heaven. However, you are just like everyone else, Human.
3. No one will bend you of your ways, cause you are always right and everyone against your opinion is wrong.
4. You are bi-polar.
5. Love one minute, then against it the next. One can not live with out love, Darcy. So figure yourself and your heart out.


You have your good traits too, Mr. Darcy, and you know what these are. However, I've discovered that you are not the sort of man I should look for in a future of love. Or should I? You still have many chapters to go through before you figure out who you truly are, besides, people don't change, their lives do, so we shall see. I might set my sights for someone more like. . . Oh I don't know. . . Col. Christopher Brandon perhaps. Someone, who actually worships the ground of the one he loves.

Try harder Darcy. Don't be a man, be human.

Sincerely your quite follower

Laurel Evelyn.

To come to think of it. . .

When I was wee little tike. I loved Snow White. There is even a home video of me as a four year old singing "Some day my Prince will come" and my parent's surprising me with the Disney video. . . those were the days. 

                               

Was my childhood princess who I grew up to be? 

I did play a "Snow White on Crack" character my senior year in the school fall musical. My father has said that when I am nervous I go into my "Snow White" voice. . . 

Am I Snow White? 

As I laid on my mother bed, helping her study for a test that is coming up this week. We discussed what guys want in their future spouses. 

"They want some one genuine" my mother proclaimed to me. "Kind of like Snow White. You Laurel, are like Snow White" 

No wonder little girls wanted to be princesses when we become older. Not to just get the prince or live in a big castle and have that Happily Ever After we all crave. Princesses have attributes that we all must want to be, whether it be kind to everyone, loyal, beauty both in and out, a fighter for what is right, virtue, compassion. . . . this is starting to sound like the Young Woman's theme. I know no four year old would really get this concept, however it's a good example of what to be. 

May we all be Princesses and Princes. 

Peace and Love

Laurel Evelyn

The dreaded College essays. . .

For the past year and a half, I have attended Salt Lake Community College. Although it has had its ups and down like any wild ride of life, it is time to look at a real University since SLCC is only a two year  college.

I would like to be a Professor in English Literature. Yes, I said Professor, not teacher. I want to teach college students.

Looking at Universities, where do I want to go. . . . BYU, is the place that feels right to me. . . or BYU-I in that case too.

In their transfer applications they ask for two essays. I already have one down, "Why do I want to transfer to a BYU establishment?" It is the second question that is getting to me.

It's personal, and asks a lot for only 200 words.

Please tell me what you think. Help me out please.

Peace and Love to all.

B - Describe a setback you have encountered in your life. Explain how you have handled the situation and what you have learned from it.

Early in life, I wore glasses and braces simultaneously. Math, verbal expression, spelling and handwriting were subjects I had difficulty in. I was teased, made fun of and left out of games and programs at school, church and play. As a 4th grader who had dark thoughts of ending her life, my life seemed pointless. I felt alone, unloved and a failure at everything I did; even at night under the covers I couldn't hide from  the nightmare.

As I began the fifth grade with contacts and a new set of teeth. Entering my first lunch of the year, I observed a girl sitting alone. She remained alone for days. By the fifth day, I gathered my sack lunch and bravely sat down beside her, my new-found friend.

Understanding the need for a friend, I overcame my own demon of low self-esteem  by redeeming someone else’s. Remembering to see the world through another persons eyes has helped me become a better person. I look out for the underdog, because I know what it is like to be one. 

Mother of all Mothers. . . .

Mothers. . .
You can't live with them. . .
You can't live with out them. . .

After some topic about mothers tonight, I started to reflect on my own mother. She's crazy. Highly Liberal and Highly opinionated (if she thinks your an idiot she will tell you, you sound like an idiot.) She is the most compassionate woman I know. . . and I mean that. And if you make her pissed. . . you better run.

It got me wondering what I was going to be like when I become a mother.

Many say they don't want to be like their parents when they have kids of their own. Although my mother has her flaws like every one else on this planet, I hope I'm like her. . .

I hope. . . and what I want to do. . .

I'm fun loving

I will always know what to say to my kids

I'll will support my kids in everything, even if I don't completely agree.

I'll lay in bed with them and cry with them when their heart is broken.



                *       *      *       *       *

My kids will love the music I pick. . . cause I'll be hip like that.

I'll be at every soccer game, play, music recital, art show, Anything my little ones want to do. . . I want them to reach for the stars when they go for their dreams.

I'll love them. . . for their light and dark

Music will blast through out my house, and we will dance and giggle and be a family.

My kids friends will (hopefully) think I'm the "bomb" (or whatever the hip word at that time)

Although my kids and I will fight, I hope they know that I will always love them.

When I read stories to them, I will put on characters voices and entertain them to show books are better then T.V.

Holidays will be big. We'll even make up holidays!

We'll travel and have fun and learn everything about this beautiful world.

I'll protect them if anyone messes with them

I'll teach them about the gospel, let them know it is the true church, Yet let them experience life and differences too.

* * * *

My mother has done all this for me and so much more. . .
I hope I can be this for my little ones.

Thank you mom. I love you. You are a great mother and my best friend. 

Peace and Love

Laurel Evelyn

Music is for the soul, emotions and unspoken connections.

When I was little, I remember my mother had a stereo in the kitchen, It was the first big thing my parents had boughten once they were married because my Dad knew that is what made my mom most happy (Isn't that sweet?) My mother would (and still does to this day) blasts music through the house. Mostly cause she wants to get her groove on. :)

When I was 15 through 17 , I went through my first love and heartbreak. Many people believed that one of so young a age couldn't fall in love. . . I knew one could. That summer I spent in Germany, Italy, England and Ireland. . . I ruined that vacation for my family. I would connect and plug into my pink I-pod and listen to music all day. While we were walking, grocery shopping. . . anything, I was shutting my self out. Slowly falling deeper into a depression. Music, connected and explained every feeling I had. Artist such as Maria Mena, Alanis Morissette and many broken hearted musicians helped me think of what I would love to send the ungrateful a-hole who broke my heart. However, on the way home back to the great America I heard a song on the airplane called "Sleepless" by Until June, who made me realize that everything was okay. I got home and there were three letters and a tape. . . My first waiting for a missionary experience.

I was very quite about this experience with many people, especially at school. For if things would have worked out. . . well I would be married by now. Josh Groban and his new CD at the time "Awake" was getting me through not having him or talking to him everyday. Then on July 24, 2008 I was "Dear Jane'd" for he had fallen for someone on the field. This was my summer of playing Lesil, who was the love sick puppy in "Sound Of Music" how could one do that when the heart was shattered. I gather every scrap of sanity in me to do every performance and once it was over I crashed. My senior year started with me gaining weight do to depressed eating and crying every night. I did somethings to get my self out be doing a great service, which ended up not working out. How on earth was I going to get out of this rut?

Music got me out of it. My mother had compiled a list of every song that was boughten or listened to because of those few life events, love songs, hate songs, I feel sorry cause you the dumbest man alive songs, I'm stupid, what is going to happen, songs.  Everything.

To those who don't believe (You know who you are) . . . I did hurt, and I do know what it feels like so take a hike. . . anyone can love at any age. Its the strongest emotion and is why it goes hand and hand with music.

Music, my hero. Got me through a lot my teenage years. It made me happy, it made me sing, it made me burst out into random tears and have not so great of memories and remember the greatest memories when that song was being played.

Please Music. . . save me again.

Let your over powering lyrics touch me, Let the words and notes that are played help me find who I once was. Help me remember what is like to love and be truly loved back. Help me that heartaches will go away, that others in this great big world have felt what I have felt. Let them understand what I'm feeling. Help me not to go back into the pit.

Love and Peace.

Laurel Evelyn.


The Songs that are most played on my Ipod right now. . .  ( * - ones that apply to me  and will always touch me, all of them apply but still. . . you get what I mean)

 *I'm on your side, Maria Mena                      *Why Not Me? Enrique Iglesias    
Our Battles, Maria Mena                                Belly Up, Maria Mena
Just Hold Me, Maria Mena                             Heartbreak Warfare, John Mayer
Gravity, John Mayer                                       In Repair, John Mayer
*Details in the Fabric, Jason Mraz                  Song for a Friend, Jason Mraz
*God Rests in Reason, Jason Mraz                  *The Saltwater Room, Owl City

For who ever is reading. . .

*Due to comments I have been rewriting. . . . well sort of. I haven't really gotten to these pages below. . . so yes. . . .do not judge on where I am taking it, If you don't like it then go read something else.*

Thankful for church goers . . . Peter

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Your welcome, just get in, I have to get going.”  She said pushing me into the cab.

She was in a hurry.

“305 W 39th St, please.” She said to the taxi driver as she slammed her body against the back seat, shuffling through her purse to find something.  She was just as wet as I was.

“Were you running around trying to catch a cab?”

“No, I just got out of the shower and I didn’t have time to dry my hair.” She didn’t even look at me, she still rummaged though the purse.  

I had then noticed a gold cross that hung from her neck, a catholic? Really? She didn’t look like one.  She looked like one of those who only went at Christmas time and Easter and when she wanted to confess her sins.

“No I’m not” she said to me while still rummaging in her bag. Was she reading my mind?! Was she a freak, a gypsy, an alien?

“No, I’m not a mind reader. I just noticed you looking at my necklace.”

She looked at me sideways while her hands still jumbled in her bag, it would have been cool to meet an alien.

“So you are catholic?”

“Nope” I don’t know what she was looking for. . . but she must have a Mary Poppins bag cause she couldn’t find it.

“Then why are you wearing a cross?” oh crap. Why did I ask that? Why am I so stupid! Why can't keep my damn mouth shut! 

“My father was a catholic, he died when I was nine. This used to be his.”

Oh double dang. . . I’m such an idiot.

“Don’t worry. Every one asks at church why I wear it.”

She must be Jewish.

“I’m Mormon.”

What?! Out of all New York, I get in a cab with a Mormon.

Freak Show . . . Emma

He just looked at me. Gapping. Did I say something wrong?  This man soaked wet, with  one of his suit pant legs covered in mud and part of his hair sticking up in odd places with a crazed look in his eyes was looking at me like I was a four eyed, bearded lady. Luckily this awkward silence did not last long.

“$13.50 miss”

Wow, taxis are just charging more and more. The man next to me, still gapping, said nothing. Luckily I knew where my wallet was since I couldn’t find my make-up. Hopefully I could run into the bathroom before I met Holly’s newest victim for me.

“Well goodbye, Mr. Soaked.”

I opened my door and stepped back out into the rain.

“Wait!”

Oh boy, what did the crazy want now?

“What’s your name?”

What? I’m not having another stalker. But how many Emma’s are there really in the city? 5,000 I’m guessing. My first name wouldn’t hurt.

“Emma.”

And with that I shut the taxi door and walked up to my doom.

Rude. . . Peter

Emma.

That’s it. No last name, no number, no ‘we should get together.” Well that is stupid. Yeah, I was stupid. . . but in a charming way. . . I’m not that bad looking. . . I don’t smell. What is wrong? I tried to have a nice chat with the woman and when I ask for her name all she says is “Emma’. . . .yeah it’s a name, but she was just rude about it. I bet it’s a fake name. 

I just want some fatty goodness

Have you ever gotten that little tickle in the back of your mouth?

Something quietly telling you to give up on your diet and give in? 

That is happing to me right now. 

I am at work right now and my little sugar addict in me wants something. 

What does it want to ask? 

(That is seriously the stupidest question in the whole world, if you think about it) 

Chocolate

Dang you Chocolate. 

No matter what. . . my taste buds will always want you. 

Like right now. . . 

So you would think that because my boss has said "You can have anything that catches your eye" I would not have any problem finding something with chocolate in the house. 

Dead wrong. 

Going through the pantry, freezer, hidden stashes that only my boss, her sisters and I know about. I can't find anything. 

This is what I find however. . . 

Not Chocolate. . . 

Not close to chocolate. . . 

(However, these are really good. My new favorite gummy flavor, but way expensive!)

Once again. . . not chocolate. 

(is anyone seeing the pattern, i'm seeing?) 

Although these items might feed your sweet tooth, it does not do justice to mine, for the fact that it is all fruit or organic. 

I'm not saying anything is wrong with these. Some of these actually taste good. 

But how can there be no chocolate in a house with three woman? 

Haven't they heard of "PMS feel good food"????

So I am stuck. . . with no chocolate and the little kid inside me crying. 

All I want is some chocolate. 

Is that so hard to ask for? 

Peace and love! 

A little heartbroken. . .

There is this part, inside me that has just fully never healed. I don't know why. I think it is a reminder of what heartbreak feels like. . . also to remind me that others can feel this awful craving too. 

I say craving . . . because don't we crave it? 

We as feeling hungry humans, crave love. To be loved. To feel needed and wanted. Yet we know what the consequences are for it also. 

The fear and wanting to fall. 

Wanting to fall for the individual who will love every light and dark thing about you. 

No judging. Just pure love. 

Then there is that fear of falling for that individual,

having them lift you up to what seems the highest point in your life. 

Then . . . 

you are let go. 

dropped

back into what you think is the darkest place, 

a living nightmare, 

your personal hell. 

Why do I bring this up? 

because that aching part of me, knows I've done that. 

I've dropped someone.

Made them feel like I didn't love them.  

Some I know of. 

Some I have no clue. 

and that feeling of letting someone down is ripping more of that part of me. 

For I know what it feels like. 

If you are reading this. 

I'm sorry. 

I don't know what to say other then that. 

I'm so sorry, 

I hurt you and caused you such a pain. 

I'm sorry. 

Thank you for reading. 

Peace and love.

Life is a. . .

Life can be a whole lot of things. . .

A puzzle. . .
A maze. . .
Chapters. . .
A Rose. . . . with thorns of course.
A cookie. . .
A whatchamacallit. . .
A stage. . .
A song. . .
A highway. . .
A dance floor. . .
A master piece
A colored pencil. . .
A hourglass. . .
A piece of cake. . .
A mystery . . .
A picture. . .
A letter. . .
A shoe. . .
A music box. . .
A ring . . .
A candle. . .
A hallway. . .
A photo. . .
Sunglasses. . .
A jug of milk. . .
A door. . .
A beauty . . .


Call it what you will. Life is a crock pot of a bunch of stuff you found in the freezer and thought would be good for a meal.

Love you all.

I'm at it again. . . .

You would think that my online audition with the worldwide musical television show "Glee" would have turned me way off ever doing an online audition again. . .

WRONG! 


I'm at it once again. . . .Except this time it's not Glee.

It's for a singing contract. Now, I know my voice is not like everyone elses. . . and my Glee audition was not that great. Yet, I need to believe in my self that someone. . . out there. . . in the big bad world will notice i have something. . .


Do I have something?  Or is this just a waste of time. . . we shall see. . . won't we.



here is the site.

http://www.alloytv.com/profile/partyank/

Just like Glee I need followers and star ratings. . . be truthful though. if you don't think it's the best. Don't give it five stars.

I love you all! Have a good day.

Well it is a Wednesday. . . . Chapters 5 -9

“Who ever”. . .Peter

Who ever said that haling a taxi in New York was easy, must have never been in a taxi. It’s 5:15 and eighteen taxies have passed me with no passengers and none have stopped for me even though I look like a crazy man trying to flag one down. I’d walk home, to bad it’s 34 blocks, and it looks like it’s going to rain.

BLAST! Another one just passed by. . .Do I have to be a woman to get one to stop.

Shower Inside & Outside. . .Emma

I didn’t hear Holly bang on the door, telling me they were going and where they were going, so they left a note on the bulletin board that Holly and I placed up there for each other a year ago.  It was mostly notes for her in my handwriting, so it was always a surprise to see something in hers.

Em~

Meet @ Finn’s Grill  

@ 6

Please be there on time and TRY to look nice! J

Great. . . it’s 5:30 and my hair isn’t even dry.

  

Real Workouts. . .Peter

I’ve walked two blocks . . . that counts as exercise right? It’s now 5:45. Why do I keep checking the time? It’s not like I have anywhere to go or anything to do.  It’s only Friday night.

I felt the first few drops of winter rain.

I better start getting a real work out and run.

Community Service . . . Emma

 It’s pouring, it’s 5:50, and the restaurant is 23 blocks away . . . great . . . well on the bright side my hair is wet already.

‘TAXI!!!”

Oh good. One stopped, it’s so good to be a woman.

“Wait”

What the? As soon as I was going to get into my cab a man in a drenched work suit  running from no where comes toward me. Crap. This is why I carried pepper spray. Just slip into my trench coat pocket and I can feel the small cold metal can in my fingers.

“Wait” as this man came closer. .. breathing rather heavy.

“Wait. . . .  I’ve. . . been running. . . for the . . . past.. . 8 blocks. . . .can . . . I share the cab with you?”

Dang. . . this is why I hated going to church. The preacher always tells you to be kind to those around you, and share the love, and give service to your community. . . and then you feel quilt when you don’t. Heck. . . it’s already 5:56. . . what do I have to lose?

Me + Math = No

The relationship I have with Math is best described as the relationship between Benedick and Beatrice  in Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing" (This is my favorite play by the 'Player' Shakespeare, If you didn't know) Benedick and Beatrice both hate each other. They say nasty things to each other and loath the presences of one another even when in a crowded room. 

This is the same with Math and I.

Math will always look up at me at my puzzled face and whisper only loud enough for me to hear. . . 

"You don't get it do you?"

 "You must be dumb if you do not know how to get the answer." 

"8b + 4c x a3 - 25, find the sum for E. . . oh wait, you can't cause you are S-T-U-P-I-D!" 

and after hearing his silent snickers to himself for about 20 minutes, I can't take it. Thus I take the math book and slam it to the ground stabbing it with my pen and protractor telling him that I am going to stab him at a 90 degree angle. . . 

Which he then says I'm actually at 85 degree angle. . . that is when I throw him out the window on I-15 going 80. . . 

SURVIVE NOW SUCKER! WHAT IS THE SUM OF E NOW! WAHAHA HA HA HA

My revenge on math would be bitter sweet. However like Beatrice and Benedick. . . they find that although they spit on the ground the other walks upon, they worship the ground they walk on and find that love can come come from the most hurtful of remarks. . . 

ALTHOUGH, now that I think about, My relationship with math will most likely not be like those of Benedick and Beatrice. . . Four days a week of math at 8 in the morning. . . I believe by December there will be no love. 

Maybe I'll be more like Gandalf with math. . . just won't take any crap from it. 

Can you tell I start school tomorrow?