Cogito: Discourses of Inner Reflection

Today has been interestingly boring
uh...not really
while many of you are having fun hiking and playing in the waterfalls, '
hopefully having a wonderful time
i am being weird.
quite frankly- it is scarey
it all started this morning.
doesn't it always?
7 am.
too early for a Saturday
i woke up
begrudgingly
nothing exciting there
unless you are freakishly weird
then i read in novel.
it was good to escape reality
i read until 10:30-
lalla diddy
so for about three hours.
lazy me
i read about 240 pages.
a decent number
then my roommate woke up
dunddadaah
which was amazing-
once again, dunddadaah
she is usually a very late sleeper
like until the early afternoon
she took two and a half hours to get ready.
a record for a saturday
then i took a shower and got ready.
in about a half hour
then i was going to write letters,
i have been bad in corresponding
but i have two cuts on my thumb
from fooling around with a Leatherman
which made it a little difficult to write...
i gave up after a page
so instead i went back into my room
which was not the neatest it has ever been
and saw all my clothes.
all organized they way they ought be
i proceeded to put weird outfits together
like bright orange with pale blue and a fuzzy white scarf
and laughed at my own boredom.
and then laughed at me laughing at my boredom
then i asked Ellyn if i could use her computer.
she said i could
now i have been on it for a while
for over an hour
and i am getting bored again

basically-
you just wasted a few moments
of your life
reading this
nonsensical
compilation,
with the oddest
most incorrect
grammer
and structuring
ever to hit
the
Blogger's
World.

congratulations.
and i am sorry.
you could have spent
those
precious moments reading
Jon's blog to Rowling
Adriane's blog about freedom
Jena's blog for birthdays
Meagan's blog about real issues
Annie's blog highlighting pony tails
Robbert's inquitive blog about apartments
Kat's blog about travel
Corey's blog about "drugs"
Erika's blog toting Utah's wonder
Tiffany's blog about fatigue

the list can go on forever!

or...
if you are REALLY
bored
you can
s
c
r
o
l
l
back to the top
and read
this
entry
all
over
again











but for some odd reason-
i truly don't think you will.




unless i mis judged your character...

I had to move out of apartment 61- completely move out. No fun... especially since they made me move to the third floor. Way too many stairs to move stuff- close to 50 stairs each trip. I made 10 trips on Thurdsay night- and it didn't even make a dent in my stuff. Grr.

If you want to visit me I am now in apartment 78 for awhile. It has many problems. I have many issues with the Villa- but who doesn't. My daddah was about to blow a gasket when i told him what was going on/not going on.

Really boring entry. Sorry. People in the library are boring today.
DIE ENDE

we all are being rather non-bloggy lately. my excuse is that my computer isn't working. what is yours?

little thoughts while at the library
-um, lady, can't you see that there is a line?
-uh, sir, did you take a bath in your clogne this morning?
-um, dear ladies- although it is interesting to learn of your prior marriages can you talk a little softer? and i would have hoped that you knew your ethnicity by now
-oh, lovely. little kids sitting in a wagon- in the library.
-okay people. i officially believe that american men are insecure... enough with the man perfume!
-why do i have 75 new emails and not one of them is worth reading?
-ew, i only have five more minutes
-awh, i have been given five more minutes
-i think the old ladies were playing musical husbands
-okay, we all know the order of your children- and which husband they belong to. thak you.
- i need to get out of here, my head is killing me- no more smelly people, please!
-this is a really weird blog. oh well. whatever works. new post=more comments. so even though it is nonsensical, must post something...
-oh, five more minutes!
-but i think i am going to cut out. toodles...

Adriane spent quality time with Robert...

so the fireworks from the stadium of fire were alright. it was fun to get together with a group of people (wardies and old wardies) and watch the sky light up in brilliant displays of color from the side of the mountain. the drive back was something else.

ryan was driving the black beauty. i was in the front passenger seat. chad, chenoa, and paige were in the back. we made it to the east side of the temple in approx. 15-20 minutes from the mountain side. then chad and chenoa decided to walk home. we all knew that they would beat us back. five minutes later ryan said that someone ought to be directing traffic. a couple minutes later, flashlight in hand, clad in dark jeans, a black shirt, and pink sandles, i was standing in the middle of a intersection. i waved cars forward and signaled stop. it was weird. most cars did exactly what i bade them to do. there were a few nimcompoops though. one car- full of college aged guys- asked me if i was a cop. i answered honestly. they told me that i was slowing traffic down and that they were going to call the cops on me.
i smiled and told them to go ahead and do just that.

we got back to the villa an hour later. yeah for after fireworks traffic. i got to practice what could become a talent. (tee hee)

and that is the summation of my night. the end. by me.