Friday, August 31, 2007
My New Laptop
Liz got a new computer, too. A laptop. It cost her parents a lot of money and they nearly had a panic attack, but they don't mind so much because they seem confident that she will graduate one day and therefore earn this graduation gift. She is not so sure, but she still can't help feeling giddy about having this new, shiny thing. The computer would have taken a picture for her to post, but she does not yet know how to use technological things. In fact, she is very scared of it. One day she hopes to understand it enough to bring it to John Bennion's class and allow Jordan to participate via webcam. And also to post a picture of it on this blog, because it is almost as pretty as Rose's!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
My New Computer
Rose bought a new computer. It cost her a lot of money and she nearly had a panic attack. But she still can't help feeling giddy about having this new, shiny thing. The computer took this picture. Rose likes to think they are friends. There's a picture of Rose's new friend on that box in the background. Isn't it pretty?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Amazing Miss Teen USA
This was my expression after seeing this video...
Why can't Americans find the United States on a world map?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Jordan the Hero
For Jordan:
Enjoy this very low quality version of our present to you. You will receive a good copy in hard copy. I hope Law School Week 1 was not too bad. Good luck with Week 2.
Miss you terribly.
Bess
A week in the life
Monday:
Buy air-soft rifle for communal family use. On wounded, shooting-induced adrenaline high, return to store three hours later and buy the pistol with two quickly reloading magazines that had tempted earlier. Don't bother pretending it is for public use. Mine, baby, all mine. Am happy when Andy tells me no guns for Henry for 3-4 years yet. Means I can take them to Provo for purely personal possession and play.
Tuesday:
Dream that garments come in colors. My sister Sophie wears bright pink in a thermal mesh. Kim Roberts readies to go to the temple for the first time by choosing a blue set with long-sleeved top. It shows under her short-sleeves, but lends interesting contrast to the white t-shirt. Tell Andy of this dream. She replies: "What a good idea!" Dad comes home from work, sits at table, looks seriously at Mom and asks, "Have you ever heard of a falling block game called Tetris?" He over-enunciates and must almost pause after the second T for the force of the plosive's release. Laugh for long time. It was a clue on a crossword puzzle. Remember line from For Your Consideration: "Have you ever heard of the World Wide Interweb?"
Wednesday:
Organize 10 boxes of books onto shelves in brother's room. Engage full stop when Andy says to combine what I have separated into picture books, self-judged "good" picture books, picture books about true-ish topics, and illustrated picture book versions of famous literature. Compromise by placing building blocks between categories now on same shelf.
Thursday:
Fall asleep to sound of sprinklers through open window, rotation of the ceiling fan, and tap routine outside. Tap routine? Who is dancing? I'm sure no one is dancing. But what then is the tapping I hear? Fail to discover. Dream can do ballet quite well.
Friday:
Watch "Jose Chung's From Outer Space," an old episode of The X-Files. Decide the best line from any sort of media or literature from all time is found in said episode: "I didn't spend all those years playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about courage." Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.
Saturday:
Spend the last 1.5 hours of the day loitering in the 24-hour pharmacy, waiting for pharmacists and insurers to come to an understanding before giving me a bottle of rather strong pain relievers while contemplating dying eye-brows. Take pills to Sophie, crying in bed with migraine. Watch last three episodes of last season's CSI, as they are still on DVR. Convert to show. Was good previously, but these are ridiculous fun. Or is it the time of night? Excellent line from episode "Living Doll": "Okay...we're in a David Lynch movie. Where's the dwarf?"
Sunday:
Sleep poorly and shortly, as falling asleep is fraught with temperature fluctuations, anxiety, repeatedly filling bladder, bruised armpits, and still too much interest in CSI. Wake after 4.5 hours. Kindly wash dishes for drugged and migrained sister before driving to SL in silent semi-stupor. Decide to sleep through Relief Society. Wake when parents get home from church. Realize, not unhappily, have missed the whole thing. Shower and go to area singles ward never before attended. Enjoy students with beards. Plan on returning. Find shame in own shoddy appearance and repeat outfit as sit on back row and look at meticulously-coiffed hair of all men and women. Wish had put own hair away as is dries and fries to frizzy poof as meeting slowly passes.
Buy air-soft rifle for communal family use. On wounded, shooting-induced adrenaline high, return to store three hours later and buy the pistol with two quickly reloading magazines that had tempted earlier. Don't bother pretending it is for public use. Mine, baby, all mine. Am happy when Andy tells me no guns for Henry for 3-4 years yet. Means I can take them to Provo for purely personal possession and play.
Tuesday:
Dream that garments come in colors. My sister Sophie wears bright pink in a thermal mesh. Kim Roberts readies to go to the temple for the first time by choosing a blue set with long-sleeved top. It shows under her short-sleeves, but lends interesting contrast to the white t-shirt. Tell Andy of this dream. She replies: "What a good idea!" Dad comes home from work, sits at table, looks seriously at Mom and asks, "Have you ever heard of a falling block game called Tetris?" He over-enunciates and must almost pause after the second T for the force of the plosive's release. Laugh for long time. It was a clue on a crossword puzzle. Remember line from For Your Consideration: "Have you ever heard of the World Wide Interweb?"
Wednesday:
Organize 10 boxes of books onto shelves in brother's room. Engage full stop when Andy says to combine what I have separated into picture books, self-judged "good" picture books, picture books about true-ish topics, and illustrated picture book versions of famous literature. Compromise by placing building blocks between categories now on same shelf.
Thursday:
Fall asleep to sound of sprinklers through open window, rotation of the ceiling fan, and tap routine outside. Tap routine? Who is dancing? I'm sure no one is dancing. But what then is the tapping I hear? Fail to discover. Dream can do ballet quite well.
Friday:
Watch "Jose Chung's From Outer Space," an old episode of The X-Files. Decide the best line from any sort of media or literature from all time is found in said episode: "I didn't spend all those years playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about courage." Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.
Saturday:
Spend the last 1.5 hours of the day loitering in the 24-hour pharmacy, waiting for pharmacists and insurers to come to an understanding before giving me a bottle of rather strong pain relievers while contemplating dying eye-brows. Take pills to Sophie, crying in bed with migraine. Watch last three episodes of last season's CSI, as they are still on DVR. Convert to show. Was good previously, but these are ridiculous fun. Or is it the time of night? Excellent line from episode "Living Doll": "Okay...we're in a David Lynch movie. Where's the dwarf?"
Sunday:
Sleep poorly and shortly, as falling asleep is fraught with temperature fluctuations, anxiety, repeatedly filling bladder, bruised armpits, and still too much interest in CSI. Wake after 4.5 hours. Kindly wash dishes for drugged and migrained sister before driving to SL in silent semi-stupor. Decide to sleep through Relief Society. Wake when parents get home from church. Realize, not unhappily, have missed the whole thing. Shower and go to area singles ward never before attended. Enjoy students with beards. Plan on returning. Find shame in own shoddy appearance and repeat outfit as sit on back row and look at meticulously-coiffed hair of all men and women. Wish had put own hair away as is dries and fries to frizzy poof as meeting slowly passes.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Law School
I dove under my desk as a B-52 bomber flew into the classroom my first day of law school. After a few moments, my heart rate returned to normal and I realized the hailstorm wasn't steel rain, but other students frantically transcribing everything the professor said. I got back into my chair and removed my notebook, and also began taking notes, but only of important ideas and concepts. The kicker was that my notebook was actually made of spiral bound paper and not Japanese computer chips.
My apartment in Crystal City is basically ginormous. It's like living in a hotel suite sort of. There is a concierge and they even have those luggage carts like hotels. I actually walk through a hotel on the way to the Metro, which is accesible through the Crystal City Shops underneath apartment buildings and the Marriott. It's a pretty cool little set up.
We don't have a tv, but my roommate, Alan, has a projector so we've been watching The Office and Southpark on a 9 foot screen. Not bad I'd say. we watched Charlie the Unicorn and it was incredible. I decided to learn the candy mountain song on the accordion and make a goal to perform it for real live people. I'm sure that will make me the most popular kid at school/in the ward.
My apartment in Crystal City is basically ginormous. It's like living in a hotel suite sort of. There is a concierge and they even have those luggage carts like hotels. I actually walk through a hotel on the way to the Metro, which is accesible through the Crystal City Shops underneath apartment buildings and the Marriott. It's a pretty cool little set up.
We don't have a tv, but my roommate, Alan, has a projector so we've been watching The Office and Southpark on a 9 foot screen. Not bad I'd say. we watched Charlie the Unicorn and it was incredible. I decided to learn the candy mountain song on the accordion and make a goal to perform it for real live people. I'm sure that will make me the most popular kid at school/in the ward.
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