The Jolley Life

The Risks of Love

2006-10-07T14:18:00.000-07:00

So I guess no one reads this anymore. Serves me right for taking forever to write. I still read Faye's blog and check on Carrera's every once in a while.

So yeah, I am at work right now. I hate it when it is my turn to work the weekend, but it is the easiest time to work. As of this moment, none of the members (clients) are here and I am by myself surfing the net... and getting paid for it.

There is a lot and nothing going on in my life. Derek and I are finally dating, and we are having non stop fun together. I see him almost every day and I am tired all of the time because I never want to go home or for him to go home. It is totally worth it. I think I wondered into my house at about 5am last night. Yikes! Good thing my parents trust me.

I am happy with our relationship, but also a little scared about it. He wants to date other people before he decides whether he is in love with me and wants to commit. Yet, he is only dating me at the moment. Part of me wants to break it off and let him date other people so he can get it over with, and realize that I am the best thing he has ever had and that he wants me to be his for eternity. There is some risk involved in that of course, because what if it ends up that I am not the best thing. Another part of me wants to just hold on to him for dear life, and let the relationship get deeper and deeper until he just marries me. That would probably work, but then he doesn't get that experience of dating other people like he wants to. I think I would rather that he married someone else than get married to me and wonder for eternity whether I was the right one, and worse have an affair.

The problem is that I know what I want. I want him and I am so done with dating other people. If he dates, that would probably mean that I would have to too. I wouldn't want to just sit around waiting for him to choose me, because what if he doesn't. Then I will have to start all over again. I'm tired of the dating game.

But then again, how long do I let this go on? Our relationship is getting deeper and deeper by the day, which will make it harder and harder to break off, if that is what we choose to do. Then, if he does date other people then chooses to be with me, how long is that going to take?

Some say I should move on, and forget it. Some say I should just hold on to him. Some say I should go on a double date with him, meaning my date and me, and his date and him. That would be too weird I think. Some say that I should set him up on dates that are doomed to fail. I don't know what I should do, but probably not those last two.

I am pretty confident that he and I could end up together. It is just the getting to that point and taking the risks of loosing him that are hard for me. I have so much love for him, and I want him to be happy and have what he wants. If that means a different woman, I guess that is worth his happiness. I will find happiness else where if that is what is supposed to happen. But if he wants to be with me for eternity, I will make him the happiest man on this earth.

Always the Practical One

2006-09-03T22:45:00.000-07:00

I realized the other day that I am way too practical. I have to make all of my decisions based on what would result in the least risk and consequence. Well, I am tired of it. Here's why...

When I was choosing which college/university I should apply to, I chose the school that had the lowest cost, was the easiest to get in, and had an environment with the least amount of adapting required. BYU Idaho. Not that I regret this decision. It was a great school and led me to great things, such as finishing at BYU Hawaii, and getting the degree that I wanted. Yet, I always wonder what would have happened if I had applied to Columbia or Harvard... Something way out of my comfort zone. My first thought is that I would have never got in and I would never be able to pay off the high student loans it would have required. How do I know that? The practical thing to do was follow the best plan my research could prove. Who cares what my heart thinks.

You know. I have never broken a bone, and I have no noticeable scars. I guess that is a good thing, but I never take any risks. How fun would it have been to do something dangerous every once in a while. I don't mean something that could kill me, but put aside the idea that I could get hurt and just try something new. I always wanted to learn how to skate, but skate boarders have scars and stories of broken bones, so I opted out. It wouldn't have put that much of a damper on my life if I got hurt skating.

Like I have said before in this blog, my friends at school always called me Momma Jolley. This was because I was the one keeping everyone in check. "Do your homework before you play." "You can't go to the beach in the rain." "Throwing eggs at each other is a waste of food and you will make a mess." "I think I should stay here and do my homework." (Lost the scholarship anyway...)I could have had so much more fun if I had stopped worrying about what I should be doing, and just enjoy myself every once in a while. I never went to China Man's Hat because I was too afraid of sharks and had heard that someone was attacked there once. I let a story ruin it for me.

Not that I never had fun in life. I have done crazy things, but I usually have to be talked into them. Like going to the Western State Hospital Ruins with my friends way back when. It was scary, and we could get caught for trespassing, so the practical thing to do was stay behind the fence with Carley while Derek went in alone.

Derek is adventurous, and I found myself wondering if he would want to be with an unadventurous girl like me. Doing crazy things is always his idea. He's the one that wants to cross the river, even though we weren't planning on it and we might get wet. He's the one who wants to kiss on the over pass by the glass museum even though people are watching. He is the one that wants to sneak into the cemetery and watch a movie in the crypts, where a security guard or worse could find you there. Yet, I love that he talks me into these things, and I always have fun when we do.

From now on, I want to follow my heart. I want to have fun. I don't plan on being wild and crazy enough to be irresponsible or careless, but somewhere in between. If I want to kiss someone, I don't want to mull over what might happen tomorrow. I want to just do it and see what happens. I want to put my heart on the line and say what I want to say without sugar coating it, or making it seem like not such a big deal when it is a big deal. When Derek or anyone else wants to do something out of my norm, I am just going to say, "Yeah, lets do it." and not ask questions. I want to buy something I want to buy with out asking myself whether I need it or how spending the money on it might impact my bank account.

I want Derek to see me as someone he can have many adventures with.

I AM SO BORED!!

2006-08-26T15:33:00.000-07:00

1. How tall are you barefoot?
Not very

2. Last compliment you gave/received?
The last one worth remembering was when Derek said I was sexy!

3. Do you own a gun?
just a squirt gun

4. If you had a mental disorder, what would it be?
Like wich one would I choose? None

5. How many letters are in your crush's first name?
5

6. What do you think of hot dogs??
they are fast and easy but I wouldnt eat them on a regular basis

7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
Little Town of Bethlehem

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
water

9. Do you do push-ups?
i aviod them

10. Have you ever done ecstasy?
i dont do drugs

11. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?
not technically

12. Do you like the rain?
love it

13. Are you sweet?
Some would say so, but if they only knew...

14. On a scale of 1 to 10(ten being the best) what do u rate yourself?
Thats stupid

15. Do you have A.D.D?
No, but I think a lot of people do

16. full initials?
EJ... short and sweet

17. Name 4 thoughts at this exact moment.
1. Is it 4pm yet?

2. I need some chocolate

3. When is Derek going to realise that I am the best girl ever?

4. I think I'll take a nap when I get home

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought in the past week.

One: food

Two: shoes

Three: Starbucks (I bet Car Car is jealous!)

20. What time did you wake up today?
When my brothers started screaming at eachother

21. Can you spell?
Most of the time when I care

22. Current worry?
Derek

23. Current hate?
the fact that I am working on a Saturday

24. Favorite place to be?
in Derek's arms

25. Least favorite place to be?
Here

26. Where would you like to go?
To the beach in Hawaii

28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
Hopefully with derek but the "Where" doesnt matter

29. Do you burn or tan?
I burn then tan

30. Yellow or blue?
blue

31 Would you be a pirate?
I would date a pirate

32. Last time your phone rang?
cell:yesterday work: 5 mins ago... It was Rhonda pretending that she wanted to become a member

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I dont sing in the shower normally

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
a man under the bed

35. What is in your pockets right now?
work keys

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Blue Collar Comedy Tour DVD... I was watching it with the members today

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
Rainbow Bright

38. Worst injury you've ever had?
bruised Butt

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?
4

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
I have no idea

44. Do you wish on stars?
all of the time

45. what is your favorite book?
That one about that person with the stuff

46. What song did you last hear?
Whatever was playing on my ipod at the gym this morning

47. When were you last kissed?
February... and it wasn't a good kiss

48. What is your favorite cereal?
frosted flakes

49.What were you doing at midnight last night?
sleeping for once... but I have been up with derek late all week

50.What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?
I wish Dustin and Tyler would just shut up

51. Are you happy?
Yeah

52. Current taste?
nothing.. i am starving

53. Favorite article of clothing?
shoes shoes shoes

54. Favorite food?
all of it

55. Favorite drink?
Pepsi

56. Shampoo and conditioner?
yeah it is necessary

57. How many cds do you own?
not an unreasonable amount, but a lot

58. Current make-up?
whatever I slapped on this morning

59. Internet home page?
google

60. Current nail polish color?
After Dark (it is a really dark, almost black, purple)

Brand New Social Worker

2006-02-17T22:23:00.000-08:00

So I got the job at Rose House! Ahhh!!! I started on Wednesday of this week, and I am loving it. It is a little overwhelming of stressful, but any job would be when you are first starting out.

Rose House is clubhouse model psychiatric rehabilitation program designed to serve people living with severe mental illness and other disabilities. Quite a mouth full, I know, but I have already been trained to talk about it that way. In fact today, my THIRD day of work, I gave a presentation about Rose House at the local state hospital, and talked like that. It was strange, and obviously forced, but I will get used to it. They all knew that I was new anyway.

So far, I am enjoying the heck out of it. I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do. Today I decided that I really loved my job when I went bowling with the clients (we call them members) while I was still on the clock. Of course that was after a long day of presentations, meetings, and paperwork, but I love even love that part in some sick kind of way. I love the person that I am working side by side with. Her name is Rhonda, and we have the exact same position, so she has been showing me the ropes. She used to be a member of the church and went to BYU, so we have some things in common.

All in all, I am so happy to have my job finally. Those 4 years of school were hard, and I hated it sometimes, but now see that it was all worth it. I've realised that I deserve this after working so hard.

A Beginning of a New Life

2006-01-07T20:38:00.000-08:00

So, I am officially graduated. I got my diploma today. No more teachers. No more papers. No more crap from the BYUH administration/faculty. No more roomates. No more college life drama.

I am so ready for my new life to begin. So far, I have been just enjoying the holidays with my family and resting. I decided that I would start the job search on January 2nd. I did, but haven't found much yet. It has been a week, and I have applied to two places, and have three more on hand. Yet, I am already freaking out that it might take me forever to get a job. This is so scary. I am not just applying to a job for money, I am applying to a carrer. AHHH!! I am not looking for my dream job quite yet. I need to work up to it and I know that, but I want something that I will enjoy and be good at. I hope there is one out there. In the mean time, I need money desperately, so I might go apply to the local Subway, because that would be easy.

A social life doesn't really exist in my new life yet. Hanging out with my married friends before they went back to school doesn't count. I hated that. I did go to the institute opening social, and found some old friends there. I plan to go to the classes that start next week, and hopefully make some new friends. I love my family and my dog and all, but they are not quite fulfilling my social needs. I still talk to Carrera every night on the phone. I miss her so much.

I finally got my computer fixed, and I got an Ipod for a graduation gift, so those things have been keeping me busy, aside from looking for a job. Plus my dog is obsessed with me and can barely stand to leave me alone.

Since I have been home, I have been thinking about Derek a lot. All of the surroundings remind me of him. My house, church, the people, institute, the mountain, and the park where we go to walk the dog are filled with memories that I shared with him. He will be home in six months, and I can barely stand waiting, and I don't even know if I should wait. His feelings for me are not exactly clear. The mistery makes it fun and scary all at the same time. I was unsure when he left if I would still love him two years later. Yet, it has been a year and a half, and my heart still belongs to him.

I thought that I would miss Hawaii more than I do. Maybe it hasn't totally sunk in that I am not going back there for the next semester. I miss the people, but I am completely content with where I am, other than not having a job. Hawaii never felt like home to me. University Place, Washington is and always will be home to me. It has been since I was 2 years old. Paridise is beautiful and all, but I love hearing the phrase, "The mountain is out today." Meaning that it is actually clear enough to see Mt. Rainier, which is a rare occurance in the fall and winter in Washington.

I am happy here in my new life.

A Seriously Random Conversation

2005-12-11T22:26:00.000-08:00

This is why I love talking to Mike (English Major'd) on line.

An ending and a beginning says:
do chickens cry?
English Major'd says:
yes
An ending and a beginning says:
(a pause as he tries to think of something whitty)
English Major'd says:
wait... is it a serious question?
An ending and a beginning says:
seriously random
English Major'd says:
seriously seriously random?
An ending and a beginning says:
seriously
English Major'd says:
well, then I'll give a seriously random answer
An ending and a beginning says:
that is what I was looking for
English Major'd says:
ok then
English Major'd says:
well, it depends on whether the chicken was born in the northern part of America, or the southern part...
An ending and a beginning says:
hmm
English Major'd says:
Chickens born in the North don't cry, on account of the people up there depending less on Chicken as a natural resource
English Major'd says:
the southern ones though, well...
English Major'd says:
Mere mention of the word Frying pan or deep fat fryer will get them bawling
An ending and a beginning says:
that actually makes some kind of sense
English Major'd says:
heres the best part
English Major'd says:
dress the southern chickens in tutus and John Wayne hats, and they'll stare you down with a stare comparable to coldness of Clint Eastwood
English Major'd says:
They don't cry after that no matter what
English Major'd says:
no matter what you said to them, they'd just give you that look, like they knew they could take it, but you know they can't
An ending and a beginning says:
oh i c

Graduation

2005-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the day: "Why are you talking about toy vomit?" -Jolley

Graduation takes coordination.
Graduation, that's the game I play.

I go to school every day,
never have the time to play.

Stuff my brain,
Go insane.

Ohhhhhh....

Graduation takes coordination.
Graduation, that's the game I play.

Fragile Ick Man

2005-12-06T17:33:00.000-08:00

Mike's new name is Super Fragil List Ick Man. He is easily broken and kinda gross, yet super. The "List" is just there for effect.

Is This A Good Thing?

2005-11-30T19:56:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "If you've got 'em, grab 'em!" -Roomate Rachel

I feel...REPLACED

A Turk-Tastic Thanksgiving

2005-11-24T20:31:00.000-08:00

Today was "lets stuff our faces till we get full then take a nap" day. It was weird not to celebrate it with my family or anyone's family, but it was cool to eat with my entire ward. And I sure did take a nap, and I might take another.
Bro Burroughs wants the Social Psych class to analise Thanksgiving, so I had to take notes. That was weird. He said, "Don't go over board with it. I don't want to ruin Thanksgiving for anyone." Too late Bro Burroughs. Just kidding. It wasn't that bad.
I keep getting "Happy Thanksgivng" Text messages from unknown numbers, so thanks to whoever is sending them to me.
Now I'm bored again. I have no plans for the rest of the night. Oy!

Drum Like a Tahitian

2005-11-24T01:56:00.000-08:00

My Polynesian Drum Concert was tonight and we did so well. It was thunderous, as I heard someone call it. Too bad the only friend that came to see me play was the one I can't talk to.

No One Gets Me Like You Do

2005-11-22T23:03:00.000-08:00

Everyone in the world will know who this one is for, and just so everyone knows, it is not meant to be a love song. It seems that I cannot express myself on my blog other than with song lyrics lately. No one wants to hear my wine. It is niether catchy nor poetic, so here's how I feel right now from the words of Yellow Card's song called "Only One".

YELLOWCARD LYRICS

"Only One"

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one

It's hard to loose your best friend over something so tragic, but I just want her to know that I will never forget how well she understood me, and I will never find any one else like her.

Carrera, this situation does suck, but everything will be ok. I promise.

Ice Cream And A Hug Sounds Good To Me

2005-10-30T18:57:00.000-08:00

Bowling For Soup

Shut-Up And Smile

Its not the end of the world
In fact its not even the end of the summer
But thank god the tv is on
Cuz theres no way we could know
Anything that’s goin down
Or how were supposed to be feeling about it
I cant tell you how much I wish we could shut up and smile, yeah

Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we’ll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I’m a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug

Take a good look around
Does life really suck
Are we just complaining
I hope that this mic is on (testing 1, 2)
Cuz im on a roll here
I hope this is making some sense
I hope that you’ll throw up your hands and sing it
And tell all the haters that they should just shut up and smile, yeah

Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we’ll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I’m a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream

All we need is love and beer
And old school metal and holiday cheer
TO be happy
(All you need is someone near)
like ben and jerry
(to hold you close and pretend that they care)

can we all just, get along now
we found something that we all have in common now
we can hold hands, do keg stands
water skiing sounds great to me now

Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it
la la la la la la
all we needs a harmony and we’ll convince the world to sing
la la la la la la
throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe we’re a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug

(Chanting “All we need is love and beer”)
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
all we need is some ice cream and a hug

LOOK WHAT I DID!!

2005-09-20T01:20:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I don't want to be any kind of man!" -Shem (A very funny story comes with this quote, and Shem will never live it down.)

So, I went black. I've always secretly wanted to, but never thought it would look as good as it does. It isn't pitch black. It has a brown tint to it, which is what I wanted.

Most people have said that they like it. I don't know if they are telling the truth or not, but I don't care because I do like it, and I think it looks darn better on me than I thought it would. Most people are shocked by it, and I like the reactions I am getting

My Mother is going to kill me. Either that or dye her hair blue for graduation. Lol! But Mom, see how good it looks?

I'm tellin' you. Every 6 months I have to change my hair. It's like clock work. I cut it 6 months ago, so now I died it. I am so happy to not be just another blond anymore.

Fading Bloggers

2005-09-13T13:08:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "If I were a lesbian, I would like men." -Shannon

Raise your hand if you still read/write blogs.

The Vent Fest

2005-09-13T01:20:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I am the chafing doctor!" -me

If you want to know the remidy to avoiding the chafage, you now know who to talk to.

I have all new roomates, and it has taken a while to settle in, but I think we are finally there. They aren't as stupid as the old ones. I like them pretty well, and have fun talking story with them. Their names are Shelly, Sandra, Nikie, and Rachel. Nikie and Rachel are taken, and Sandra has a bf on the main land, but Shelly is available and very cute for anyone who wants to know.

This weekend was great. I didn't have to work Saturday, so I spent the day lounging, went to the beach with Shelly, and got to wear my new swim suit finally. If you want to know what it looks like, you can just look at my burn lines. Then I did a little bit of homework, and hung out with friends at Erika's really cool cabin looking house that reminds me of my house in Washington. We played games and enjoyed our own personal band (Shem on Guitar, and Nephi on the Ukulele).

Sunday I went to church and met the hottest guy ever. I borrowed his pen, and am now planning a wedding (just kidding Mom). I also saw him in the Sea Sider today, and ate lunch with him. I was shocked to find that he is hot AND intelegent. Wow!

(and Carr Carr is the greatest!!!!!!!) Carr Carr is improving her typing skills apparently, and we are all so proud.

I have found lately that life is life, and we have little to no control over it. I have decided just to live with it and be happy with whatever is given me. It is somewhat depressing though that I now look at my destiny as being not what I make it, but rather what my circumstance makes it. I believed up until now that you can be what you want to be, and I am finding that it isn't so. The fact that everything in my life seems to be out of my control, is making me feel as though I have no control over anything, and that leads to learned helplessness (stupid psychology class), which is right where I am headed. I am just rolling over, and letting life take what it wants. Is that so bad? It is too hard to want something so bad and work so hard for it, then watch it blow away with the wind. Right now all that I want is to finish school and go home. I don't want to worry about how good my grades are, or how much money I have, or how much fun I have, or how many people I help. I just want to do it and get it over with.

I am happy, don't get me wrong, and I have been so blessed by God's grace, especially in the last week, but my attitude of school, and how I do in it has changed so much. I still do my homework, but with less motivation to do my best. Where am I going with this? I am not sure. Just a venting fest I think.

Back To Class

2005-09-09T12:58:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "The drapes match the carpet most of the time." Carrera

No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth, I just have nothing going on worth writting about. I am back to going to classes, still poor because of my scholarship, and still working at Subway.

I do have interesting classes though. I am in the Polynesian Drum class, and loving it. I am actually pretty good at it, but we haven't exactly gotten to the hard stuff yet. As long as you can beat a piece of wood with a stick in some what of a rhythm, you can be good at it. No wonder it was traditionally done by men.

I am also taking a Social Psychology class. Because of my habbit of studying people's behaviors on my own time, most of the things that I have learned so far are a huge "DUH!!", but I am learning other interesting things about people.

Then there is my last Social Work class that I have to complete. It is the Case Management class, and half of the people in there did their practicum this last summer and half of them haven't done thiers yet. When Bro. Reeves told us that we would each be case managing a student who is on accidemic probation, those who have done their practicum were like "Oh, ok. Sounds interesting." The students who have not done their practicum looked like they were thinking, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Then I have Methods of Scripture Study as my religion class. It looks as though it is going to be way too intensive for a religion class. I have already skipped it once, with my mommy's permission.

The last one is IDS, Mormon Studies, which looks way more interesting than it sounds. We watched "The Best Two Years" and we are going to talk about it in reference to Mormon Culture today, which I have always wanted to discuss in a more mature way.

Well, I gotta go to class now, so I just have one more thing to say...

Carrera + babypowder + Jolley Butt = powdered butt on her pillow!!

2005-08-13T02:04:00.000-07:00

"Gollummm..."

2005-08-12T22:03:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "We are having as much fun as the stuffed armadillo at the museum." - Us

So, me, myself and I are having a great time. We went to Walmart yesterday, and worked subway today. We can now do the meats and bread, and a little bit on the cash register, so we have been upgraded from veggie girls. We were a little cranky at work today, but tried to be nice to the costumers that weren't so nice to us. One lady was like, "Can you not hear me? I am basically yelling." We are talking through glass lady, and we are back here with all the machinery. You want us to spit in your sandwich or what? (Good thing we didn't really say that. Probably not a good thing to actually say to a costumer.) Oh well, money is money. We are also tired of all the comments about our hight.

Now we are going to finish reading our book. It's the one by Sheri Dew called "No One Can Take Your Place." We got it long before it went on sale in the book store, and started reading it before we heard that she was coming here today. We wish we could have gone to that, but we had to work with all the stupid sandwich mongers.

We can't wait till Carrera comes back. We are going a little crazy!

Busy Busy Veggie Girl

2005-08-07T01:44:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Stop TRYING to drool!" -Car Car to her little sister.

So, Subway is fun. By the end of my shift, I am covered in mustard, I have lost all feeling in my feet hours ago, and I just cannot look at another piece of tomato, but I had fun. I like working there, because we are so busy that the time goes really fast, and it definetly is not boring. I am learning really fast, but I am mostly the veggie girl.
David is doing fine, last I heard. I really haven't gotten many chances to talk to him. Today was his sister's wedding, and he did call me during the reception, but I was still working. Dang!
Life is getting a little more livable, now that I am not so angry about my scholarship, and I am working. I still miss David tons though, and don't have anything to do in the evenings. Oh well. People will be back from summer break soon. But, for now, I am content with being the veggie girl.

The Worst 24 Hours Ever

2005-08-02T00:15:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "That's where the art of farting at high speeds comes in handy." -David

So, David has been gone for 24 hours now, and I am totally lost. I don't have anything to do. I cleaned the entire house, and when I ran out of house to clean, I repetively checked my email and my phone. I did get hired at Subway this morning, so that was good, but other than that, my first 24 hours without David since April has been just sad. I feel like I should be doing something, but there's nothing to do. I am going to the clubhouse tomorrow, so that will keep me busy, but what happens when I get home? I will probably check my email about 100 times, and will check to see who is online every 5 minutes. I need some friends, but they are all busy or gone. I have neglected them this summer, so I don't expect much sympathy from them. *sigh* I just don't know what to do with myself...

Please Call Me!!

2005-07-31T03:33:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "As long as I can remember, I have had memories." -Who's line is it anyway?

So, David leaves tomorrow... Am I sad? Yes. Am I excited for him? Yes. Am I afraid to be alone? Surprisingly, not really. I have plans to get a job and lay around on the beach, so if anyone wants to join me or do something else with me, I have no prior arrangement.

Question of the Day

2005-07-28T08:50:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I just got brownied in the face" -Judge

If money doesn't buy happiness, then why is there such misery in poverty?

101 ?s

2005-07-23T12:34:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the day:
Judge: "Tell me about this boom boom concept"
Su: "Well, when one boom boom loves another boom boom..."

I got this from Shaleen and figured that since I don't know everyone's email address, and you all read my blog, here ya go.

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE QUESTIONS!
Please fill it out too and send it back!!! Okay, you all know the
drill...copy (not forward) this email and paste it onto a new email that
you will send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you, then send
this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to
you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little facts about your
friends.

ABOUT YOU
1) Starting time: 8:51 am (I am totally unable to sleep in anymore.)

2)Name: Emily

3) Nickname: Jolley Face, Momma Jolley, and so many more, I could make a whole blog of it
4) School: BYUH, doing my internship presently

5) email: mlediscochick@aol.com, mommajolley@gmail.com, and ejolley@byuh.edu
6) Eyes: Hazel, sometimes only brown, and sometimes only green
7) Height: I claim 5 feet

8) Siblings: 3 crazy brothers
9) Ever been kissed? I am pretty sure I have
10) Ever been cheated on? heck yes
11) Ever faked a crush on some one? just to be funny
12) Ever faked sick? I don't think so... I have said that I am unable to come to work, but didn't claim that I was sick
13) Kept a secret from everyone? yeah, but probably only 1 time, I have a big mouth when it comes to secrets about myslef. I can only keep them about others.
I4) Had an imaginary friend? no
15) Wanted to date a friend? Yes
16) Cried during a movie? Yes
17) Who is your "star crush"? Jonny Dep. Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm...
------FAVORITES------
18) Movie: BioDome
19) Drink: Pepsi, and I don't mean the diet or no caffine types
20) Food: Salsa Soup, my dad's specialty... man I miss that
21) Restaurant: Wendy's II, it is vietmanese
22) Shampoo: dove
23) Color: olive green
24) Summer/Winter? winter
25) Online? of course.
26) Lace, silk or satin? I don't own any thing that are any of those... I am a cotton girl
27) Like anyone: Heck yes
28) Who have you known the longest out of your friends: Carley, Tim and Tysen
29) Who's the shyest friend you have? David I guess
30) who's the best girlfriend/boyfriend you ever had? most of the ones that I have had in the last 4 years. they were all jerks before that
31) Who do you go to for a lot when you need advice? Car Car
32) Who do you get along with? Almost everyone if they are willing
-----HAVE YOU in the past 2 weeks------

33) Cried: Yeah... Yes
34) Been mean: oh yes
35) seen the person you are crushing on? everyday
36) sarcastic: as always
37) Been yelled at: don't think so
38) Talked to someone you have a crush on? everyday
39) Kissed someone? everyday
40) Hugged someone: everyday
41) peed your pants? almost, during the war of the worlds.. it was scary, and I had to pee, but didn't want to leave... i went to the bathroom eventually
42) Wished upon a star: no
43) Laughed until you've cried: probably
44) Played Truth or Dare: no
45) Watched a sunrise/sunset: yep
46) Went to the beach at night? yep, and I am going later today if the weather gets better
47) taken a shower? yeah
48) cheated on a test? i haven't taken any
49) Are you lonely? when I think about the fact that David is leaving
50) Are you happy? yes, I sure am
51) Are you talking to someone online? they are all asleep still
------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------
52) God/Devil: Yes
53) Love: Yes
54) The Closet Monster: never did
55) friendships that last a life time? Yes
56) Love at first sight? no, i have to get to know someone
57) Superstitions? not really, but they are fun
58) Half empty or half full: full
59) Who named you? my parents I guess
60) Favorite quote: "Relationships are like taking a crap. Some are just more satisfying than others." -R. Rasmussen
61) When was the last time you showered? Thursday night.
62) what is the last thing that you said online? gotta do hw.. bye!
63) What is right next to you? My roomie Lexi Jolley... no relation
64) What is your computer desk made of? my lap
65) inhaled? only on accident.
66) Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? cabin in the snowy mountains, or italy
67) Where do you want your wedding? in a temple somewhere
69) How's the weather? me and my roomates were just discussing that. it is rainy and cloudy, and they want to go do something. I said, "It's Hawaii, it'l clear up." Lexi says she likes my attitude.
70) What did you do last night? celebrated David's Birthday
71) Thing(s) that you find attractive about the opposite sex? He has to have a good sense of humur.
72) How do YOU eat an Oreo? i don't really prefer them
73) All time favorite TV show? XFiles and That 70s Show
74) What is your favorite car? 1969 Corvett
75) what do want to be when you grow up? Social Worker
76) Favorite music: too much to list
77) Favorite band? Punk bands...
78) Favorite food? Didn't I already mention that?
79) favorite day of the week?: Saturday!!
80) favorite person in the world? So many to choose from

81) Animal? Dogs all the way
82) clothing: tshirt and jeans
83) If you could change your name what would it be? *shrug*
84) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? yep. Thumper the bunny. I have had him since I was about 8.
85) What is the stupidest thing you have ever done? Chose the people in my Australia Group
86) What is the most embarrassing thing you've done? Described my last crap, not realizing that there was a guy in my livingroom.
87) My husbands/wifes name? well, i just don't know
88) first daughter's name? Zelda... but my husband will probably oppose
89) worst fear? Bees
90) You like scary or funny movies better? depends on my mood, but I like them both
91) On the phone or in person? always in person
92) Lust or Love: Love
93) If you could change something about yourself? physically... my hips, otherwise, thinking that people thing I never do enough for them.
94) Where were you born? Tacoma, WA
95) Do you have pets? At home with my fam
96) Who sent this to you? Shaleen
97) What do you think about this person? She left Hawaii... :(
98) Your favorite songs? It changes all the time
99) Anything you want to say to everyone? I have to pee
100) Do you want your friends to do this survey? Don't really care...
101) Time Finished: 9:32 am (There goes 41 minutes of my life)

Who actually read that?

Proud Washingtonian

2005-07-21T20:00:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I feel like I should be wearing a trucker hat." - Mandy

Mandy will appriciate this and how true it is.

You Know You're From Washington When...

You know the state flower (Mildew)

You feel guilty when you don't recycle.

You use the phrase "sun break" and know what it means.

You know more than 10 ways to order coffee.

You know more people who own boats than air conditioners.

You feel overdressed wearing a suit to a nice restaurant.

You've stood on a deserted corner in the rain waiting for the "Walk" Signal.

You understand that if it has no snow or has not erupted, it is not a real mountain.

You can taste the difference between Starbuck's, Seattle's Best, Veneto's, Peet's, and Tully's.

You know the difference between Chinook, Coho, and Sockeye salmon.

You consider swimming an indoor sport.

You are well versed in the difference between Japanese, Chinese and Thai food.

In winter, you go to work in the dark and come home in the dark -- while only working eight-hour days.

You never go camping without waterproof matches and a poncho.

You are not fazed by "Today's forecast: showers followed by rain," and "Tomorrow's forecast: rain followed by showers."

You have no concept of humidity without precipitation.

You can point to at least two volcanoes, even if you cannot see through the cloud cover.

You notice "the mountain is out" when it is a pretty day and you can actually see it.

You put on your shorts when the temperature gets above 50, but still wear your hiking boots and parka.

You switch to your sandals when it gets about 60, but keep the socks on.

You've actually used your mountain bike on a mountain.

You think people who use umbrellas are either wimps or tourists.

You knew immediately that the view out of Frasier's window was fake.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Washington.

Get Your Own "You Know You're From" Meme Here

More cool things for your blog at
Blogthings

The Australian Haunting

2005-07-14T17:15:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day:
"How many Starbucks are in Hawaii?"
"Two!!"

I only have 3 weeks left of my internship, and I am so tired. I am so glad that it will be over soon, and I can go back to having a normal life, but I will miss the people there. I have definently built relationships with the members and the staff. We went to the zoo for an activity yesterday, and had a lot of fun, but I got home really late. We have another activity at the Swap Meet on Saturday. I think that after this week, I will have done 48 hours, instead of the usual 35-40. I am exhausted already. I had to make up hours from being sick last week anyway. I wish that I was being paid over time, but I am being paid natta! Zip! Zilch! Zero! All I am earning is credit, skills, knowledge, and friends, which are priceless anyway.

So, the Australia group from way back in the fall of 2004 has come back to haunt me. I lost my scholarship, and I know that was the reason. I am fighting for it though. I met with the Dean of The College of Arts and Sciences this week, and I am hoping that he can do something for me. I am still waiting, but if he can't, it may be loans and pell grants that get me through my last semester. I feel positive that it will work out somehow, money wise, but what about my self-esteem. I already think that I am not good enough and that nothing I do is ever enough. It is a cognitive distortion, but I haven't been proven wrong yet. I try and I try, but always feel like I could or should have done more.

Void Now Filled

2005-07-05T17:11:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day:
Judge: "I just shouldered your girlfriend."
David: "I just shouldered your nipple!"
Judge: "My nipple liked it, just like your girlfriend."

I finally saw friends yesterday!!! We had a little shin dig at Reeds new pad. Pizza, games, fireworks, fun, and friends were exactly what I needed. I guess a little cotton candy would have been nice, but I am not going to complain.

Just Felt Like Blogging

2005-07-03T04:02:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the day: "Everyone hears voices in their pants." -Reed

I am feeling a bit meloncoly, and I am not sure why. Maybe because it's just late, maybe because I miss someone (not exactly sure who), or maybe just because I want to be. Being happy all the time is exausting you know. *Sigh* I have David, I have work... Both are things that I love, but still, something is missing...

What's on my Mind?

2005-07-02T04:34:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "We're like an unstoppable force of soliatary solitares" -David

I am so dumb. It is 1am and I am drinking coke. There go my plans for sleep.

I met this old lady today who seriously came up to my armpit. I didn't think that was possible. She didn't seem to look like a midget really. Am I going to shrink THAT MUCH when I am old. Eech!

My group of friends seem to have forgotten me for good, but I guess I am happy with the human contact that I do have. I am with my clients most of the day, then I hang out with David in the evening. I also have a weekly girl talk session with Faye on Sundays. I have gotten used to the isolation of living on the point I guess. I have tried to get people to come visit me. I had that party, I have mentioned how cool my house is, and everything. Apparently I am not worth it to any one but David. At least someone loves me enough to go out of his way to see me. All my other friends expect me to come to them everytime. I understand that most of them live on campus or over by Hukilau Beach now, so that is where the hubs are, but sheesh. Mandy only invited me over because Judge was there and needed something from David. I made him come get it. Why should I go out of my way to bring them something when they never go out of their way for me.

David bought me a ring. Not an engagement ring, but I am wearing it on my left hand. It has plumeria flowers on it, and makes me feel special.

Ohhh... I bought three new pairs of flip flops (Hawaiian Translation: Slippers). They are the cheap Locals, but they are my favorite. They are only like $4 or $5.

I am starting to be so ready for my practicum to be over. I am learning a lot though, and they are starting to treat me like a regualar staff member, although I still don't get a paycheck. I can't wait for next semester.

My roomates are crazy wild women. One is very open about her constipation, and the other likes to hang around in her underwear, even when David is here. I like them though.

I saw the Witch Teacher's brother today. He works at the clubhouse in Waipahu. He is so dreamy with his New Zelander self. Too bad he's married and has 3 kids. He said they had job openings at their clubhouse if I am interested. I was flattered, but I want to go home after I graduate.

Bus Adventure: Ok, so there is this weird guy who is always at the bus stop every time I go there. He lives on the point with his wife. Everytime he sees me there, he talks to me about all this random stuff out of no where. He takes care of a elderly guy in Ha'ula twice a week, and plays drums at Alamoana Beach the other days. I don't think he works.
Friday of last week, he was telling me about how he was going to bring his pet bird to the elderly guys house and keep it there. He started telling me this story about the bird escaping from the cage and going outside, but they got it back. I started to tell him about how my mom's birds are escape artists. No matter what she does, they always get out. She has tried twist ties, but they just eat them, and she has tried those rings that clasp together, but then they bang the door up and down until they come loose. This is where our conversation ended because the bus came.
Then Wednesday of this week, I was sitting at the bus stop, and I saw him coming down the hill on his bike as usual. When he got there, he put down his kick stand and said, "Why doesn't your mom just put stronger locks on the cage?" That was the first thing he said to me. He just went right back into the conversation that we were having 5 days ago, and I had to think for a minute before I realised what he was talking about. It was like it had been bugging him all weekend and he just had to ask the next time he saw me. I can just imagine the confused look on my face. Trying not to skip too many beats, after I realised what was going on, I just told him that it was because she has to open the doors to feed them. It was totally weird.

Ok, zzzzzzzzz time...

Be-Bopping Like a Fool

2005-06-23T19:20:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Skank it over to the queen!" -David (Skank seems to be his new word of choice.)

Bus Adventure: So there was this guy who was in his 30s or 40s wearing a suit jacket and a ball cap sideways two rows infront of me. He was listening to headphones, which were just loud enough that I could hear that he was listening to some discusting rap of some kind. A young, attractive, tall, muscular, and kinda "G like" kid got on the bus, and the guy with the headphones must have decided that he looked like a punk that he wanted to pick a fight with. the "G wannabe" started bopping and groving to his music in a way that is not really socially exceptable to do unless you are in a club with a bunch of other people who are doing the same thing. "He looks as if he should be a member at the clubhouse." I thought (implying that he is crazy). The attractive kid noticed this guy's strange behavior and started to laugh to himself, which is just what the guy wanted. "What are you laughing at?!" he asked waving his arms aggressively. The kid didn't want a fight, so he just pretended that nothing happened, but the guys be-bopping continued. The kid glanced at him, wondering if he was crazy, and this just made the guy more excited. "What are you looking at punk?" he said, seemingly threatening him. "Nothin'!" the kid said, "What's your problem man?" During this whole thing, the rest of the passengers were keeping to themselves like usual, not saying anything or moving, and trying to look. Surprisingly enough, that was it. The kid just looked out the window and tried not to look at the guy again, and the guy settled down after a while. I was kind of hoping for a fight.

So today is Derek's hump day. One year ago he left on his mission, and in a year he will be done. It is weird to think that it has been a year already. After the first 6 months, it went pretty fast.

The Dawn of Bus Adventures

2005-06-22T11:25:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Am I being impregnated by whales right now?" -Erika

So I have 4 new roomates. Sherie, Rebecca, Lexi, and an Asian girl that I am still yet to remember or even pronounce her name.

Sherie and Lexi are cousins, and they seem pretty cool so far. They are the typical termites, but don't act as fake toward me as the old ones did. Even David likes them, and he hates most termites, so they are in. The thing about them is that they aren't going to school at all. They didn't last term either. They are just here on vacation and living in BYU housing. They have a lot of stuff for someone who is just on vacation, but whatever. They also clean up after themselves, and I love that.

The Asian girl is just visiting for a week, and we happened to have an extra bed, so she is staying with us. She is gone with her "kinda boyfriend" that she broke up with but still hangs around with most of the day, so I haven't seen much of her except at night.

Rebecca just moved in yesterday. She is friends with Sherie. I am not really sure about her yet, but she is really cute and nice so far. David likes her because she knows what he means when he says that he isn't actually FROM Sadiarabia. I know he isn't too, but I like to pick on him about it.

So, nothing too interesting on the stupid roomate front.

I almost saw someone arrested on the bus though. He and the bus driver were yelling at eachother. He got off when he realised that the police were coming. Maybe I should start telling about my bus adventures. Some of them are pretty funny. You see the most interesting people on the bus. Crazies to transvestites... uptight people to really cool people.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

2005-06-17T14:44:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day:
Jolley: "Do you know if we are having a white glove?"
Stupid Roomate #2: "I have one. You need to borrow it?"

So Stupid Roomates number 1 and 2 moved out today, and headed for the airport. I woke up early in order to help them finish packing and bid them farewell. With open arms and tears in my eyes, I choked on the goodbyes, and wondered how I could ever live with out them. As they left, I stood at the end of the driveway and waved until they disappeared in the sunrise.

What really happened:

I woke up to my roomates alarm (the one I actually like) who was actually getting up to help the the stupid roomates and say goodbye. I thought, "Man, do I have to get up? I feel like crap. Stupid cramps. Nah, I'm staying here." I tried to go back to sleep but they were too freakin' loud, so I got up to do the dishes that I had neglected the night before. They were in the backyard saying bye to the neighbors, who gave them leis and Michelle came in to get the leis she had gotten them. They came in, and said "oh, Emily! You're awake." Almost seeming disopointed that they had to pretend that they cared that they wouldn't be living with me anymore. They were about to leave, so they came to say good bye to me. We gave each other the fakest, shortest hugs ever. "How do you say goodbye to someone you were never friends with?" I thought. They went outside to get in the car, and I stayed at the sink. And that was it.

I guess they weren't all bad. They did clean the whole house yesterday. We were just different. We just had nothing in common, and they seemed so fake with me. I may miss them if my new roomates are worse. I'll keep you posted

Zack Braff's Garden State Blog

2005-06-12T17:47:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "You are the master of skank." -David

Check out Zack Braff's Garden State Blog. I don't know if it is really him writting or not, but his mind seems pretty twisted, and fits the personality of Garden State.

Zack Braff is so HOT right now!!

Stupid Roomate Front

2005-06-11T15:15:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Are hens and rosters part of the chicken family?" A different stupid roomate who apparently didn't listen in kindergarden.

My stupid roomates move out in a week, so no more "stupid roomate front" unless the new ones are dumb too. Don't anyone tell them that I make fun of them on my blog. The one roomate that I actually do like was supposed to live here for summer term too, but there was some mix up and she has to move out. So, it will be just me with a bunch of new roomates in the summer. It could be better, or worse. I guess we will see.

King Kamehameha Day on Campus

2005-06-10T12:38:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Why do you always use such big words? Who uses the word perforated? I mean, what does that mean anyway?" -My stupid, blond roomate who apparently doesn't like people using big words that she doesn't understand.

I don't have much to say, but hey, Vasu asked for it...

Today is King Kamehameha day, and I have the day off from work. Hahahaha! I am on campus right now in the computer lab, and everyone else is working on projects and finals, and I have got nothin', and no work. You all still have to go to classes.

I had a couple of things to take care of on campus, but I am done with them, so I am here waiting for people to either get out of bed or out of class so that they can entertain me.

I did see Mandy's man on the way down here and just a few minutes ago in the lab. Ha! I have seen him twice today and Mandy hasn't seen him at all.

What's with all the gloating? I dunno. I just want to pretend that I think I am better than everyone today, and laugh at you all. Hey, I've got nothing else to do, so why not?

My talking picke, Dill, is doing great in his therapy sessions this week. He is really coming along nicely, but he is starting to smell.

Oh, and my black sheep, she threw up on me this morning. She ate too many potato bugs with soy sauce. That's her favorite, but she goes a little over board sometimes.

Ok, yeah, so I am bored out of my mind. I admit it. And that thing about the pickel, it wasn't true... he smells pretty good actually.

Wow, that was a waste of space on my blog...

Updateth Thy Blog

2005-06-07T13:49:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I doth believest it is time for thou to updateth this contraption though labelest a blog." - Vasu

I hath no time nor anything to speak of on my contraption. The time of the sun never changeth, so a report of these things would only bring boredom to my beloved readers. For I worketh in the morn to late day, and am with my love in the eve. I wouldst not bring such the dreadful fate of boredom among thee. I beg for thy forgiveness my dear Vasu. I say with such sweet sorrow, that I canst not updateth my blog until something catheth my heart worth writing about.

Simple, Yet Satisfying

2005-05-02T21:41:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Sex is like a butt load of busses. They follow you everywhere you go, they wont leave you alone, and they shine their headlights in your eyes." -David ( I am still not sure that I actually get that...)

So yeah, I am still alive. My life consists of getting up at 6am, getting on the bus at 7am, getting to Kaneohe at 8am, working at the Ko'olau Clubhouse as an intern till 4pm, getting back on the bus, getting home at 5pm, and either hanging out with David, watching downloaded Simpsons episodes, doing homework, cooking dinner, or whatever until 11pm. Then I go to bed, and at 6am, it starts all over again. Sounds unexciting, but I am actually having the time of my life.

I am learning so much at my internship. The clubhouse is a place where people who have mental illnesses, and some with substance abuse problems, come and learn life skills such as cooking, job training, work ethic, education experiences, and many other opportunities. I love it. It is not clinical, it is not medical, and the clients (actaully called members at the clubhouse) are there because they want to be there, not because they are court ordered or are asked to come. The members and the staff are on an equal plane. They do everything together from meetings to decision making, to daily tasks that keep the clubhouse running. It is a good rehabilitative experience for them. I, as a staff member, have also learned so much being there and taking advantage of all the oportunities for professional development for social work practice.

My house is still great, but I have roomates who I don't feel that I have much in common with. I am the least mantenence girl that you will ever meet, but they take 30 minutes to just blow dry thier hair. I do especially like one of them though. I am still enjoying the view, and I love it when David comes over and I get to cook dinner for him. It is a good quiet environment for relaxation.
I did have a party there last weekend, yet I fear that it was a bomb. We had pizza, so that was good. Some played games and seemed to enjoy themselves. There was a lot of socialising going on. But, the movie in the back yard didn't work out because of the rain. That was a bummer. Most everyone left after that. I have never been good a throwing parties. Someday, I am going to throw the best party ever, and you are all invited.

I don't miss living on campus, but I miss seeing my friends every day. I do get to see them on occasion when I come to campus or there is something going on that I actually get invited to and feel like going. If I don't go when I am invited, it is probably because I have to work, or need to go to bed early in order to get to work the next day, but it is still nice to be invited and thought of.

David is treating me well and we are having a good time together. He is thinking of staying for summer term as well, so we'll see what happens. He has just started filling out his mission papers, which is exciting, but seems so unsure of himself, yet shouldn't be. He will make a great missionary. I am so proud of him for having the desire and will to do what the Lord asks of him.

Other than that, my life is simple, yet satisfying.

Vasu got his mission call today. He is going to the New York, New York South Mission (Spanish Speaking) on July 6, 2005.

Congrats Vasu!!

Dorm Room to Palace

2005-04-25T17:00:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: “Sometimes, you just gotta wiggle.” Kristi (And boy she was wigglin’)

Well, here I am at my new house on the point. Three of my four roommates showed up last night, which is good since I have been alone here at night for the last 4 days. I wasn’t alone during the day because David was usually here with me watching Simpsons episodes that we had downloaded, and eating food that is ten times better than caf food. I love my new place. It’s peaceful. It has a great view. There is no campus security to worry about. The bathroom isn’t a public bathroom and the TP is on a roll!! I don’t have to shower with flip flops (or slippers… whatever Carrera…) on. My room isn’t pink, it is actually close to my favorite color. I HAVE A BACK YARD!!! We are all going to party in it one day. I have a view of the ocean. I can cook and eat almost whatever I want. I am poor as hell, but feel like I am in a palace.

Here are some pics to give you an idea. There aren't any of the inside, i just realised, but it is pretty basic anyway.

2005-04-25T14:36:00.000-07:00

Here is the front of my new house. That is my bedroom window too. Not much of a front yard, but wait till you see the back.

2005-04-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

This is the view from the front door. The mountains in a distance, Tommy's house, and the best part is the garbage cans.

2005-04-25T14:33:00.000-07:00

Here's what you see from my back door. I love to leave the door open and look at it from the kitchen.

2005-04-25T14:31:00.000-07:00

This is the back of the house and the big back yard. Not that exciting, but the good part is coming.

2005-04-25T14:29:00.000-07:00

When you walk out to the edge of the yard, this is what you see. There is goat island and Hukilau Beach. Not to mention the soothing waves.

2005-04-25T14:28:00.000-07:00

This is what you see when you look to the left. That would be Temple beach and Hukilau beach that you see in a distance.

2005-04-25T14:26:00.000-07:00

When you look to the left, this is what you see. I don't know what that island (or just rock actually) is. Ok, who wants to come have a party!?

Waves of Fun

2005-04-17T05:35:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "It feels like you're unzipping my skin." -Benson

Today, I did nothing accedemic. It was a relief. I even wore my shirt that says "I'm not doing homework tonight". It seemed appropriate. I woke up much later than usual, and hung out with David a little bit at his work.

After we went to lunch during his break, I wanted to go to the beach so badly. It has been months since I have been there in the day time. I have either been too busy, or it hasn't been warm enough. Today was a perfect beach day.

Because of lucky cercumstances, I found a group of people to with. I had originally planned to go by myself or just with Carrera. I went with Carrera, Benson, Amy, Renae, and Judge.

It was the best time ever. We all played in the waves like children in a card board box. I have never swallowed so much salt water in my life, but it was worth it. My eyes were burning from the salt and sun, but I didn't want to leave. I was having such a good time. Because of school, projects, and finals, I have neglected my inner desire for fun. This was the perfect remedy. The best part was when a crab pinched Benson on the nipple. It was freakin' hilarious. I know the rest of my friends do this all the time, but it is usually without me lately. It was probably just another day to them, but I had the time of my life.

After the beach, I came home, showered (Man, I had sand everywhere!), and took a little nap. Then it was time to get ready for my date with David.

This was our first formal date since we started being bf and gf. Second date ever. Everything was perfect. We went to Quiznos, which I had never been to. It was so freakin' good. We planned on going to a Mexican restaraunt, but my sandwhich was so good that I soon forgot about that. Then, we went to see The Ring Two. It was pretty scary, but I didn't think it was as scary as the first one. It was a different kind of scary anyway. I jumped so much in one part that I was almost in his lap. I think he liked it, or just thought I was weird. For the rest of the night, he earned points left and right, and we had a good time together. I like him more each day. I am so glad that I will have time to spend with him now, for at least the next couple weeks.

Finally My B-day Pictures are up

2005-04-15T20:30:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the Day: "You bought a saddle?" -Reed

I promised forever and a day ago to put my birthday pictures on here. Mostly, these are for my mom to see.

My birthday party was great. I got to be with all of my friends, we ate cake, we hung out, we played games, I got special treatment, I got presents, and I even danced with Benson.

These pictures sum it up pretty well.

2005-04-15T20:29:00.000-07:00

It was nice to be surrounded by friends and be the center of attention. Why can't we do this everyday?

2005-04-15T20:27:00.000-07:00

Judge and Benson decided that the b-day girl didn't need to walk. Boy did I feel pampered.

2005-04-15T20:25:00.000-07:00

I was getting a lot of attention that day.

2005-04-15T20:24:00.000-07:00

It's my birthday and I'm feelin' sassy! Where the crap are my presents?

2005-04-15T20:23:00.000-07:00

Vasu offered to feed the b-day girl some cake. How could I fall for that? Oh well, what is a b-day without cake in your face?

2005-04-15T20:21:00.001-07:00

Reed was hungry apparently.

2005-04-15T20:21:00.000-07:00

Everyone made fun of me.

2005-04-15T20:20:00.000-07:00

These are the presents that my parents sent me, and a few from some friends. The box of cookies from my brother and sister in law were good, and I shared them with everyone at the party. Send more Quinn!!

2005-04-15T20:17:00.000-07:00

Here's all the presents my friends gave me at the party. I felt so loved, and you can just imagine the sugar high that proceeded.

Ponderings of a MAD WOMAN!!

2005-04-14T23:14:00.000-07:00

Random Quote of the day: "I need to down load, like, two gallons of water" -Reed on a very late night.

Finals suck, they really really SUCK!!

Well, it isn't the finals that are the hard part, it is studying for them, especially when you'd rather be with David on the beach. *sigh* If only. Oh well, a break is coming soon, but then Carrera is leaving. CRAP!!

Can I crawl in my hole now?!

Fall Ball

2005-03-31T22:32:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I'd make out with Cactar!!" - Vasu (Ouch! Cactar is a cactus... a little desperate?)

March 25th, 2005 at the Hawiian Prince Hotel in Honolulu, a group of friends got their groove on. Food, magic, music, and lots of dancin' created a night of fun and laughter. These pics explain it all...

2005-03-31T22:30:00.000-08:00

Ahhh... Da David and Me! A date worthy to go into the history books.

2005-03-31T22:29:00.000-08:00

Those are some sexy ladies!!

2005-03-31T22:28:00.000-08:00

What's this picture doing here? Oh well. This is all us girls piling on Reed when we went camping at the beach.

2005-03-31T22:25:00.000-08:00

What a handsome group we are!

2005-03-31T22:23:00.000-08:00

I just thought this was cute!

2005-03-31T22:21:00.000-08:00

And joining the swing club pays off.

2005-03-31T22:20:00.000-08:00

It was nice to be there with my friends, and every one had a good time. Notice how everyone is smiling?

2005-03-31T22:10:00.000-08:00

Faye was getting her groove on, just like the rest of us.

2005-03-31T22:08:00.000-08:00

Kelsey was a little excited, to say the least.

2005-03-31T22:05:00.000-08:00

The most romantic part was the big yellow limo.. err.. bus.

2005-03-31T22:04:00.000-08:00

That's a little disturbing Judge. What are you doing to my date?

2005-03-31T21:59:00.000-08:00

Yeah....

Sick of Being Sick

2005-03-14T11:41:00.000-08:00

So yeah, my lactose intolerance seems to be getting worse by the day. Even if I do take the lactose pills, it just comes up later. It isn't always a rush-to-the-bathroom kind of sick, but just plain uncomfortable. Most of the time, I don't even really have to go, it just hurts. Maybe I am not lactose intolerant at all. Maybe I have an ulcer, or worse.

I have never had an ongoing sickness or anything like that before, but have often felt sorry for those that do. The thought of being in any kind of pain every day of your life makes me cringe. Is that now going to be my fate?

I know that I am being overly worried about this, but when you just don't want to get out of bed, go to class, and even take a shower sometimes, it seems strange. I am not depressed, just weak and hurting, even though the hurt is more like a background noise rather than a crippling pain. I usually am an early riser, take a shower every day, and like to eat good food. I was actually grossed out by the thought of ice cream the other day. What is my world coming to? A life where I can no longer enjoy the foods that I love. A life of laziness. A life of sickness.

My X boyfriend Matt, who was lactose and glucose intolerant, and a vegetarian as well, was a drag to go out to eat with. Is that what I am to become? One who has to take forever to order, because things should be left out. One who has to say "no" when a host offers me something good. I'll have to explain every time that I am not on a diet really, just lactose intolerant. Then I will get those looks of pity from everyone around, as I watch others enjoy the sweets.

Oh wrath! Shall I live without cheese? Oh woes upon woes! Shall I ever enjoy a good bowl of icecream again? Oh Hell! Will cereal ever be the same? (Me thinks I hath seen too much Shakespeare this week last.)

And Then Sum

2005-03-10T03:29:00.000-08:00

Here are 41 things I learned at the Sum41 concert (in no specific order).

1. $30 was totally worth it.
2. I wish I would have brought my steel toed boots
3. Punk Concert Uniform = black shirt, blue jeans (I wore that too)
4. It's a good thing that I have no "bubble"
5. People in the real world like to use the "F" word.
6. If you're over 21, you get an orange bracelet that says you are "sexy".
7. Upstanding Youth rocks!
8. Pipeline Cafe is not on Pipeline Beach on the North Shore. It is in Honolulu.
9. Those with claustrophobia and punk concerts don't mix
10. The so called wimps with the ear plugs are actually the smart ones.
11. When they push, push back!
12. After a while, you loose track of how much of the sweat on you is actually yours.
13. Even if you loose your balance, there is never enough room to actually fall over. The crowd will keep you upright.
14. No one actually dances at a punk concert, they just push and jump.
15. Pushing and Jumping is fun.
16. Water costs more that alcohol.
17. The bar is boring if you don't drink.
18. Some people would rather sit in the bar and drink while watching the concert on a T.V. screen.
19. If there are kids at a concert, they are dancing while their parents are off getting wasted.
20. No matter how good of a Mormon you are, you are still coming home smelling like tobacco, booze, and marijuana.
21. After getting your butt touched so many times, you barely notice anymore.
22. Everyone is getting violated too, so don't feel too special.
23. Controlled moshing isn't that scary, but you still want to stay far away.
24. Moshing moves in a circle.
25. The band members of Sum41 are really HOT!!
26. Don't stare at the guy that looks like your X boyfriend.
27. Everyone is sweaty, so you shouldn't be self conscious about it.
28. Everyone's hair tastes the same (eww!).
29. Punk concerts are really fun when your best friend is with you (Thanks for talking me into it Carrera).
30. The crowd is like swimming in the ocean, as long as you see the wave coming, you won't get wiped out.
31. The band can come out whenever they feel like it, no matter how much you scream their name.
32. There will always be someone taller than you in front of you, so you might as well get over it.
33. It's ok to grab a HOT man's butt. He won't notice anyway.
34. When others are crowd surfing, watch your head. It hurts to get kicked.
35. If you have never been to a real concert, watch those who have, and do what they do.
36. Keep your elbows out in front of you so you can breath while you are being smashed from all sides.
37. Skinny little girls are fun to push around.
38. You'll want to take a shower as soon as you get home.
39. It's possible to go to a concert in the middle of a school week, and still be back home before midnight.
40. 7 Layer Burrito's from Taco Bell with out cheese suck.
41. I may be 23 now, but I am not too old to have fun at a punk concert.

That about Sum-s it up. All in all, I had a great time. Upstanding Youth, and Sum41 are awesome bands!!

P.S. I will write about my birthday later when I get the pictures from those who took them.

One Week Grown

2005-03-04T19:37:00.000-08:00

I can now say that I haven't taken one bite out of my nails for a whole week. If you didn't notice, I painted my nails to say 1-w-e-e-k No-b-i-t-e. He he he.

Carrera and I have also started working out this week. Hell must have fozen over, cause we went running last night, and made it. Whew!

Oh man... my nails look really yummy. I want to bite them so bad. But it is a bad habit that I need to break, so on to week two.

Feelin' The Love

2005-03-04T19:34:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Don't Brush Your Teeth While on the Computer. . ." -Car Car

So yeah... What's up with all the sudden attention? Not that I am complaining, but it came out of no where.

Mike does a "Person's song of the day" on his blog, and he wrote one about me in a blog titled "Momma Jolley". Here he mentioned about a quality that I have always possessed, and I thought that I was starting to loose. Sometimes stress and the world in general can take away your free spirit. Mike, Thanks for letting me know that you can still see that in me. It is important to me.

Judge does a "person of the day", and to my surprise, it was me yesterday (Titled "Rama Jama", which only he calls me). This happened just when I had given up, after wondering if I was noticeable enough to him to write about. He is really careful about who he chooses. Nice to know that we connect, Judge. And just so you know, getting mad just isn't worth the effort to me. What the heck is a Black Betty and who calls me that? You also pointed out a quality that I thought that I was loosing. My flirtatiousness. I didn't realise that I still was flirtatious. (Dont scoff!!) And Judge, just about anything you do is sexy.

Now Vasu has written a poem about me. I guess he was feeling left out because he wasn't writing about the "hot topic" - ME. It's in the middle of his blog called "More Of The Same... Or Is It?". It is short, but sweet. I often commit that "travesty of titanic proportions" that you speak of, Vasu, but you may have proved me wrong. I am glad to hear that I can "rock your freaking socks off".

Maybe I am accomplished, maybe I am noticed, maybe I am worth while, maybe I am more than a carbon copy, and maybe I am a fun person. Maybe even beautiful. I don't know if you guys new I was questioning these things, but that doesn't matter. Thanks for making my week, boys.

Bee Not Afraid

2005-02-28T03:11:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Don't look back Momma Jolley. Just keep walking." -Mike

For those of you who don't know, I have a true phobia of bees. Some people claim to have a phobia when they are really just a little afraid, but this is a real phobia. At one point, it effected the way I lived my life, and I had many irrational thoughts concerning bees.

My earliest experience with a bee that I can remember was when I was 4. I still remember how big it seemed, but most things seem big when you are 4 and the size I was at the time. I just remember seeing it, then my arm hurt really bad from being stung. My mom put ice on it, and we must have been on our way somewhere because we got in the car shortly after, ice and all.

From then on, I was terrified of them. I wasn't stung again until my first year as a camp counselor at girls camp. I was about 15. There were bees all over the camp that year. One girl had even stepped in a bees nest, and had about 15 stings. One bee got me, and I was much worse off. I was just standing there, and it flew into my hand. I swung it away, and walked about 4 feet away, and it followed me. It stung me in the shoulder, and when I reached up in surprise, it stung me again on the hand. Another counselor had to take care of my girls while I was in the nurses tent going into shock. It was hot outside, but I felt so cold. I am not allergic mind you, I was just scared. I thought that I was going to die. After I got over the shock, every one seemed to be taking care of me. I remember wondering if I really looked that bad from being stung by a bee. The fact that it followed me only proved my irrational idea that bees were out to get me.

After graduation when I was 19, I was driving to work on the freeway in Olympia, and saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over, I saw a bee on my dash board. It took off into flight, and I panicked. I started to hyperventalate, and tried my best to calmly pull over. Getting in an accident is worse than getting stung right? I actually questioned that. I finally got to the side of the freeway safely, and bailed out of my car, leaving the doors open. I waited for a minute, and got back in when I thought it might be gone. I drove about a mile, and the bee came out of the vent, angry this time. I pulled over again, probably not as graceful as the first time. I didn't have a cell phone of my own yet, but my mom always gave her's to me on the days I had to work in Olympia since it is kind of a long drive. I called her in a panic. I was balling my eyes out with fear, and she misunderstood me because of the sound of cars passing, and thought I said that I had been stung 3 times. At least it wasn't that bad. While I was on the phone, and green pick up was pulling over. I felt my cheeks glow with embarrassment. As the handsome young man stepped out of his car, I realized that I knew him. He worked in the same office that I did in Tacoma. I got even more embarrassed, and cried more. I told him what happened. I could tell that he thought I was silly, but I must have looked like I was going into shock like at girls camp, because he brought me to his truck, put a blanket around me, and gave me water. After I had calmed down, he gave me a news paper, and told me to drive with my windows down and use the news paper to swat the bee out the window if I saw it again. I never did see it again, but I did drive with the windows down, blowing the files in my back seat everywhere. I had an interesting story to tell my boss when I had to explain why I was late. I could never look that young man in the eyes again.

My bee phobia didn't become a huge problem until my second semester at BYU-Idaho. There were always bees everywhere during the summer. It was so built up in my mind, that I thought about it constantly. I knew what times of day they were out the most. I would try to stay in my basement apartment during those times. When on campus, I walked on the side of the path that had no flowers. If there were flowers on both sides, I walked in the middle. I would not sit on the grass and study like the other students, nor could I stand to sun bathe. I would sit there for 5 minutes and I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I would get mad if my roommates left the door open. If there was one inside anywhere, I would leave, even if it was the middle of class. I had nightmares almost every night. I was jumpy when I walked outside. I memorized the color, the size, and flight patterns. The type of yellow is distinct,and they fly differently than flies, but most people probably haven't noticed. Any buzzing noise made me cringe, even if it was a lawn mower, a motor cycle or the gears on a bike. (Believe that this is a real phobia yet?)

So one summer day, the same semester, I decided that I had time to take a nap after class. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard a familiar buzzing. It was what I feared. A bee was in my bedroom. I dashed out, and when I calmed down, I realized that I wasn't appropriately dressed to leave, so I dashed back in, grabbed some clothes, and dashed out again. I changed in the bathroom, and shoved the tank top and shorts that I was wearing in the space under the door. My door also had a hole in it, so I wrote on a piece of paper "Do not open this door!" and taped it over the hole. I was home alone, so I tried to call my roommate's boyfriend. He didn't answer. I just kind of paced back and fourth for a while. About an hour later, my roommates mom came to drop off some things, and I told her what happened. She opened the door and started looking for it. I realized that it was sitting on the inside of the door "Good thing I put that paper there," I thought. She took my flip flop and smashed it. I watched her pick it up in a tissue and flush it down the toilet. Yet, I was still afraid to go into my bedroom. I was afraid that there might be more. I wouldn't go in there until later that night.

About this point, I realized how bad my phobia had gotten. I needed help. I went to the BYUI on campus counselors. Yes, I had bee therapy. You could imagine their faces when I told them why I was there. They looked at me like, "Are you sure that you don't just miss your mommy or your boyfriend dumped you or something? Because that would be easier." They had to break out their manuals. The first lady I went to did some Freudian mumbo jumbo on me, telling me to go to my happy place and to keep my eyes on her finger as she moved it back and fourth. All I got out of that was dizzy. The second counselor just plain old told me that he had no clue what to do with me, and sent me to Bro Reussel. Bro Reussel told me to go online and get all the information I could about bees. His plan was to replace the irrational thoughts with facts. It helped. I learned that killer bees do exist, but mostly in South America and Southern US States. I learned all about how the bees purpose is to collect pollen, not to sting me. They just sting when they feel threatened. I also learned why bees die when they sting you, but hornets don't. I know you probably already know most of this, and I did too, but I needed to read it, and keep it in mind when I felt afraid of a bee. This was useful.

At the end of the semester, I sent Bro Reussel a balloon shaped like a bee, and taped a scripture to it (slightly modified) that said, "Bee strong and of good courage; bee not afraid, neither bee thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest." (Joshua 1:9)

I have had other encounters, but they don't seem as traumatic anymore. I don't shake in fear, nor do I really even think about it until I see a bee. At the beginning of the fall semester, Faye and I had one in our room. I left, and hid in the lounge. Carrera killed it for me. What a good friend.

Am I no longer afraid of bees? Heck no, but I don't spend my life avoiding them. The last time I got stung was a whole year after the therapy, and I did freak out, but still went to Enrichment. Life went on. I still cringe when I think about it, and I clung to Mike the other day when there was a huge one in the caf (when the quote of the day happened). I had never seen one like that before, but strangely, it didn't give me any nightmares. I didn't even hyperventalate or anything. I did leave, but I was ready to leave anyway. That is what brought on this blog.

So now y'all know. I am afraid of bees. I can see the mocking now. People like to make buzzing sounds at me and poke me for some reason. Whatever. I am sure you have something you are afraid of too. Leave a comment and tell me about it.

Leg Day was boring, but here's a post about something else

2005-02-19T04:28:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I wouldn't go in there if you paid me!"

Plain white Old Navy T-shirt: $8

Plain white tank top to wear under white t-shirt: $5

Knee length black skirt: $18

Getting shoved in the shower fully clothed with the water on: Priceless

There may be Master Card, but I am still gonna kick Carrera's butt.

No boyfriend, but at least I can win a good game of Solitare

2005-02-17T12:23:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I just realized something. I am not Satan. I am the SPAWN OF SATAN!" - E after talking to her father on the phone.

So why is it that when I fail a test, i feel like a failure, but when I win a game of solitare, I feel accomplished? I have issues.

So I got an email from Derek yesterday. It totally made my week. As Kelsey said, "The world is round once again."

So yeah. V-day has come and gone, and still no boyfriend. Sarah and I were just talking about how most of our friends have boyfriends. What the heck is wrong with us? I think that we are beautiful, worth while daughters of God. Maybe I should do what Faye did and find one online. Nah. I'm not good with long distance relationships. I guess I will keep doing what I am doing until someone notices me. If someone has noticed me, I sure wish that they would speak up.

Man! I have a lot on my mind that no one really wants to read about, so maybe I should stop typing now. I might write about Legisltion Day tomorrow. It will either be really fun and interesting, or quite boring. Good night!

Group Blues and V-day

2005-02-14T23:32:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "I challenge you all to find me a speed limit sign that does not end in 0 or 5." -David at 3:40 am

So apparently, yet again, no matter how hard I try, it isn't good enough. I even thought that Debbie H. (teacher) was calling me into her office to praise my hard work, but no, it was to tell me that everything I am doing is wrong again. I almost feel like more recent evidence of my group experiences have made her think that the whole Aussie Group thing was my fault, because I don't use good group dynamic skills.

I feel as if I have been attacked. I thought I was doing a good job. Doing what I should be, reading the material, coming to class, and participating. She says I get snappy when I get confused. Ok, so maybe that happened once or twice. Big deal. Is that any reason to call me into her office and make me talk about what is happening in my life? Maybe there are some hard things going on in life, but what does that have to do with group work?

Here's what happens when we have group discussions about our reading. We talk about how it relates to the systems theory, and sometimes people disagree. You can't really avoid that in the world, but some people can't handle people disagreeing with them. When I disagree, everyone treats me like I am just wrong. They try to tell me how it is, and I get defensive because they are not listening to me, so I withdraw. Sometimes I am wrong. I have no problem with being wrong. We are all entitled to confusion, but everyone attacks me when I am wrong. It is like it is this big deal when Emily is wrong. Maybe it is because I am usually right. I don't know.

When you are in a group of 6 people or so, and you are wrong, they all try to tell you at once what the right answer is, and sometimes it doesn't seem like they really know what is right either. Everyone is giving you an answer at once, and some of them are different, so you get more confused, more frustrated, and therefore, in my case, more snappy. You just want everyone to shut up and let you figure it out on your own. Why does everyone have to play the, "I am the smartest, so listen to me" game?

I feel inferior to he other social work students in my classes, but they probably feel inferior to me, so when I am wrong, it makes them feel good, but it doesn't make me feel any better when they find so much pride in it.

I didn't think about it much until my teacher talked to me about it. I just went to class, left frustrated, and then forgot about it. Maybe I do need to work on my group dynamic skills. My first reaction is to just stop talking. Debbie says that my non-verbals are very loud. Good! Then I don't have to tell people that I think they are being stupid and pissing me off. But sometimes they may be getting the wrong message, like my teacher did. She thought that my anger was directed toward her. I didn't realize that it seemed that way. It is more of a general anger toward the whole world. The world of Group Discussions/projects.

I have a major bitterness toward groups in academic environments since last semester. The whole Aussie Group thing has scarred me for life. I still cringe when I see those people. The ones that I see every day don't bother me so much anymore, but the others cause sudden anxiety and snappiness.

I can't help that I am feisty.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On to happier things, today was Valentines/Single Awareness day. I didn't expect it to be any good, not having a boyfriend or any other type of significant other except the one in Brazil, but it turned out being ok, except the previously mentioned experience. I got lots of valentines from friends and my RA. I even got a chocolate cover strawberry rose from David. Mmmmmmm! I may not have a boyfriend, but I sure have good friends.

Random things that happened This weekend:
1.) Faye made me swing dance with her in front of a bunch of people.
2.) I got sticky tac stuck in my belly button (don't ask).
3.) Danielle got duck taped while talking to her boyfriend on the phone.

Day 2 at the Food Bank

2005-02-10T03:15:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Weeeeee... this like a roller coaster that sucks." - E

February 8th, 2005

This time the food bank was more work and less interaction. I spent most of my time in the big container getting the bags of dried/canned food for the people that came. Sherry told me how many bags she needed, I gave them to the Pastor who volunteers there often, and he helped them take it to their car. I spent a lot of time lifting and being in the sun, which got tiring after a while, but I only took one break the whole time, which I spent with the two foster kids that Sherry just got. They are so cute, but I could see the destructive result that their biological parents’ mistakes has caused them by observing them. You could also tell that people have been trying to work with them.

Debbie and Leneah stayed near the clothes. They spent a lot of time folding and refolding the clothes that people were constantly sorting through to see what they could use. Leneah and Debbie both brought clothes to donate, and they were the first to go. Leneah was a little upset that her clothes all went to the same person. She had hoped to help many people who were in need. I guess we know next time to bring them out little by little. Sherry tried to tell the people to only take what they need, but the first few people that showed up took most of it. Is there a way to tell people who are in need to be considerate of others who are in need? It didn’t seem easy to.

This time there were a lot more clothes than last time. There were also boxes of books, toys and dishes. Sherry said that they were all donated by the same family. There are better things to do with your clutter than throw it out.

Although this time required more work, and I didn’t learn or see as much as I did last time (except I did meet a transvestite today), I still felt good about helping people, even if it was a little more behind the scenes.

Spoiled Milk

2005-02-04T11:30:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Week: Carrera: "Your dumb."
Jolley: "Your dumb too."
Carrera: "You've been dumb longer."

So apparently I have become lactose intolerant. This is the saddest thing for me, because I have a love for food. I eat it, love it, crave it. The physical pain afterward is almost worth the lactose goodness. It is weird, I never even liked milk before, but now I want it so bad. Maybe I just want some cereal. Great! Now I am hungry.

I had a boyfriend once who was lactose and glucose intolerant. It was sad every time we went out to eat. We would only go to Chinese restaurants, where he would always have rice and veggies, or Mexican, where he would have something on a corn tortia with no cheese. I always wanted to go out to Italian food, and especially ice cream with him, but never could.

My favorite thing in the world is to go out to ice cream. Now I can't even do that. I could get a snow cone I guess. Maybe I should make sure that ice cream is a bad thing. Anyone wanna go out to ice cream and see how sick I get? I promise that you can laugh at me when I do get sick. It could be fun. Any takers? You can go to icecream.com for motivation.

I tried eating a lot of cheese the other day. That was bad. Yet, who knows if it was the cheese. I don't really know what has lactose in it other than what obviously does, like cheese, milk, yogurt....

*Still thinking about ice cream*

A Tribute to Paul

2005-01-30T17:48:00.000-08:00

Paul Jolley, father of two beautiful girls Katie and Paula, husband of Kara, brother of 7, son of Mickey and Harold, and a uncle of mine, died on Saturday January 29, 2005 in a motorcycle accident.

Paul to the left talking to my Grandpa on the right. He never got rid of that 70s hair cut or mustache. (taken on Thanksgiving of 2003)

I was close to but not really close to my uncle. He and his family lived near the Seattle Washington temple, although they are not members of The Church. I don't remember the exact name of the town, but it has a native American name. Because of this, we did see them every once in a while, but not a whole lot. Usually on Thanksgiving or Chirstmas.

Before they moved there from Eastern Washington, Paul was trying to get a job where they now live, so he lived with us for a while to be closer. I remeber how cute it was to see him and my dad together. Two brothers who look a lot alike sitting on the couch together telling stories about motorcylce or car adventures, with motorcycle noises and all. It was almost as if they had reverted back to their childhood days. My mom would offer dinner to him, and he would say, "No thanks, I watched someone eat yesterday." He was always a corney joker like that. You could say anything, and he would turn it into a corney joke, then laugh to himself. I guess it is a Jolley thing.

A while after he found a place to stay, his daughter Paula lived with us for a few months (near the end of my senior year). She and I had a good time together, and it was refreshing to have a girl around amongst all my brothers, although her and I fought like sisters. Her and her father were close, and she worshiped him, just as her sister Katie did.

Paul was his mother's very obvious favorite. This caused jealousy and angst with his siblings, but now I wonder if there was a reason for that. I can think of a few family gatherings that he wouldn't have gone to if my grandmother hadn't coerced him into going, and that would have meant less time spent with him.

He always had fun toys that we would go ride in the sand dunes of Eastern Washington. Sandrails, three wheelers, Odysies, four wheelers, and motorcycles were his domain. He has also always had cool cars like his Camero that he babys. Anytime my dad needed help (or perhaps just company) fixing a car, he would call Paul. He and my dad were also both tile setters, like my grandfather. A family of Jolley tilers.

Paul was baptised in The Church, and went inactive before he married Kara. Neither of his daughters were raised in the church. The only time I have seen him go to church was for my brother Craig's fairwell. Some of the family were so excited to see him there, that they might have scared him from the chapel walls even further. Paul was never one to do something because someone wanted him to. He walked to the beat of his own drum. That is what made him so unique and cool.

There a lot of things I could say about Paul, but I am sure that his family or his siblings could write something much better.

This being my first time experiencing death of someone that close, I am not really sure exactly what to feel. Yet, I count myself lucky that it is the first. Things like this often bring the family together, and I regret being in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and not being there to experience it. I am also glad not to be there at the same time to see the hysteria and sadness. I am thankful to have good friends here to comfort me. I pray that his family will find comfort for themselves.

Day 1 at the Food Bank

2005-01-25T19:40:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Don't make me laugh! I might pee my skirt!" -Danielle

For my Communities and Societies Social Work class, I have to do some volunteer work in the community to implement social work practices. I decided to do this at the food bank in Kahuku with Debbie and Leneah. I have to do a journal for this anyway, so I thought I would post it on here so you can all see what it is that I do in social work.

Tuesday January 25, 2005

Today was our first day going to the Food Bank. I wasnt really expecting it to be in a trailer, but once I got there, it felt appropriate. Of course it is in a trailer. I thought. As we met the people that run the food bank, I knew instantly that I would have a good time and love them.

First, we had a prayer and organized the food. Debbie and I sorted the canned goods by soups, veggies, meats, fish, beans, and other. Leneah sorted the boxed food. By the time we were finished with that, people were already starting to show up.

The food they were giving away was already in bags in the van, with the back open. They could get a bag of 7 dry food items, and a bag of 7 canned food items for each person according to how many people the person was getting food for.

There were a few moments when there was a little down time. During those times, I would just watch the people coming in to get the food. Apparently, there are no requirements for who can come get the food. It is on their honor to say that they are in need, and they can sign up. Some of the people were obviously in need, and some seemed a little better off, but that is not my place to judge.

A truck full of old ladies came, and they almost wiped that place clean. It made me nervous to watch those old ladies climb out of the back of a pick up truck. I prayed that there was a way for them to get better transportation that would be safer for them. We helped them carry their food to their car.

There was another lady there who seemed new to the whole thing. She had heard that sometimes they give out beds, and asked about it. Sherry, the person in charge, said that someone had donated a bed, but it was not there, because of the rain. She asked one of the guys to go pick it up from wherever it was, and he said he would. The woman was so happy, thanking her over and over and smiling. Then, disappointment crept over her face as she said, But I dont have a car. I then noticed that she had mud all over the back of her legs from walking there in the rain. Sherry said that they would take the bed to her place for her. This is when I realized how great of a thing these people are doing there. They are so giving and generous. I felt the spirit of Christ so strongly at that moment. Sherry said it like she did that all the time, but it struck at my heart strings, and I had to hold back tears of joy.

There was an old man there who said that he was 83. He really liked Len, and flirted with her for a while. I was amused at how spunky he was at his age. He even did a little dance for her, holding himself up by the pole of the awning that was keeping us dry.

There was another lady who came. Her feet were covered in mud, which seemed to be caked there for weeks. She got her food, and left. Len asked Sherry if the lady could not afford slippers (flip-flops). Sherry said that the lady lives on a farm (but not in the farm house by the way. Shes homeless), and refuses to use any of the resources they offer her to get cleaned up and make her life better. I found that to be very sad.

When the people picking up food winded down, the three of us asked Sherry questions about all that they do. The do many services, including medical and dental, and collect clothes and food from all over the community. They take some food to homeless people living on the beach and such. I asked her how it all got started, and she said that she was praying one day, and had a vision that she needed to do it. She is not LDS (a member of Hope Chapel in khaki, whatever religion that is.) but I felt the spirit so strongly that God intended for her to carry out that work.

I am excited to go on and do this for the rest of this semester. Not only for my project, but for me as well.

Crazy Bus Riders

2005-01-22T22:53:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the day: "I have to touch your elbow!" -Danielle

That quote has a really funny story behind it. Lets just say that there are some weird people that ride the busses... Including us. There was some guy who randomly started touching another guys elbow skin. I thought that maybe they were on the bus together and knew each other, but that was not so. Later, the elbow skin toucher offered the same guy $3. Can you say "CRAZY!"?

Yet, Carrera, Danielle, Kuta, Dixie and I were also on the bus, so what does that say about us?

Confession: I Love Bridal Mags

2005-01-18T00:30:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Did you bring your ____? It's gonna be a long bus ride." -Jolley

Don't ask.

Ok, so referring to the pictures following this and my last blog, does anyone see a pattern here? Ok, so I admit it. I love looking at Bridal magazines, and when Faye saw me reading the one that I bought today, she showed me Eternitygowns.com. All of their gowns are modest, so you LDS ladies go check it out. These are the ones that I liked. Leave a comment on which ones you like. Boys, I know you don't care, but I would like your input too if possible.

Carrera, you can make fun of me later.

2005-01-18T00:22:00.000-08:00

2005-01-18T00:21:00.001-08:00

2005-01-18T00:21:00.000-08:00

2005-01-18T00:20:00.001-08:00

2005-01-18T00:20:00.000-08:00

2005-01-18T00:19:00.001-08:00

2005-01-18T00:19:00.000-08:00

Tick....Tick....Tick!

2005-01-14T01:58:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the day: "I poured milk on my sister once... She looked funny!" -Erika

So yeah, haven't posted much lately, but there isn't much to post. No new boyfriend or love interest, classes are the same old story, and friends haven't been doing too much, except we played capture the flag and watched a movie in a thunderstorm last weekend. That was pretty cool.

I feel like I have traded spots with a couple people. Carrera is all responsible student and busy all the sudden, and Faye isn't interested in getting a boy friend. Those two things used to describe me, but pieces of my identity are being taken.

Not that is a bad thing. I am so happy for Carrera that she has finally found something that she enjoys and has gotten a job. Yet, being the beginning of the semester, I don't have much to do, so her business often leaves me bored. But I wouldn't want her to change that to keep me entertained.

I was just reading Faye's blog. She says:

"Unlike past semesters, I'm really not looking for a boyfriend. I still notice cute guys in the hallway and am not above stopping to talk to them (I am still heterosexual, you know), but I don't have this "I need a boyfriend, I wonder if he'd like to be mine, maybe he's what I'm looking for" frame of mind."

That is exactly what I am thinking every time I see a guy who is remotely attractive to me. I didn't used to be like that. I guess that I am realizing that I will be 23 soon. That is only old in LDS terms, but I can almost feel my clock ticking.

I feel that I am ready to find that person I am to marry, but apparently the Lord doesn't think so. I believe that we should do things on the Lord's terms, but sheesh! When the heck is it gonna happen to me. It is happening to all of my friends from home, which also may be part of my lack of patience.

My mom wants grandchildren... I could give them to her now, but that wouldn't be the right way to do it, and would never lead to happiness. I can't wait to have children, but marriage comes first. I want to do it the right way, at the right time, in the right place, and with the right person. What a hard criteria to fill, although, worth every effort.

I could have married Derek, but no no! I insisted that he go on a mission. A mission is good for him though, and will only make him a better person. It is possible that I could still marry Derek when he comes home, but by then, the ticking will be deafening.

A Small Girl Making a Big Difference

2005-01-07T01:59:00.000-08:00

Not So Random, but Somewhat Inspiring Quote of the Day:"Being brave does not mean being unafraid. It means being afraid and doing it anyway." - Rachel Naomi Remen

If you read back to my blog about my Australia group and me wanting them to burn in Hell, you will see that I went to my teacher balling my eyes out about how stupid they are, and that I kinda felt stupid about acting like that in front of my teacher. All through break, I worried about my grades a lot, but also about how I had acted, and how unprofessional it was

Apparently my pain and embarrassing outburst was worth it. I, without knowing it until yesterday, have changed the way things are run in the Social Work Department. Apparently they had a whole meeting about it. All the teachers know about it, whether they know it was me or not.

Now, all of the teacher's syllabus...es (syllabi...? Whatever!) say that we will fail if we plagiarise our papers. That was part of the problem with my group paper, and I did tell my teacher about that.

Also, there will be group evaluations to fill out for each class that has group projects, so that we can show the teacher how our group members actually performed. That was my Idea.

In the class I now have with the teacher that I cried to, she used a lot of examples as to why these new policies were put into place, and I knew that she was talking about my painful experience. No one else did, but I felt a small grin creeping across my face as she discretely smiled at me with her eyes.

I talked to her later about it, and she even told me that I had made a big influence in the way things were going to run in her class and others. She thanked me for my suggestions, and for letting her know. She acknowledged the fact that my grade did not reflect my work that I had done in that class, and apologized that there was nothing she could have done about it at the time.

Now I am reading a book for another class about people who have made chances in the world by making small changes in their communities. I don't know if my contribution will make it world wide. It was quite small, and irrevelent to most, but changed things for me and my fellow responsible students who have experienced the woes of group work.

Now that I have acted and changed something, I have gained knowledge in who I am, and the power I have. I have confidence in the changes that I can make. I now have the strength to go into the Social work profession and make changes that will actually make the lives of people in my community better.

Change has to come from ordinary people.

I never thought that I was the type of person to get involved, but the ability to make a difference is innate and immutable, even though it may not be a part of our personality. I often forget that dynamite comes in small packages.

The Author of the book I am reading said, "There are no natural leaders or followers, nor people who by sole virtue of superior genes become activists. Only individuals who through happenstance or habit have had their voice and vision sufficiently encouraged. Being able to stand up for our beliefs is a learned behavior, not an inherited disposition."

"We can make ourselves whole only by accepting our partiality, by living within our limits, by being human, not by trying to be gods."
- Wendell Berry

"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."
-Martin Luther King Jr.

It may have been a small change, on a small campus, made by a small person, but I feel so tall.

A little about Jolley

2005-01-04T22:20:00.000-08:00

Faye told me that I need to do this.

3 names you go by:
1. Emily
2. Momma Jolley
3. Poopy Pants (Only my mom can call me that though, so don't try it.)

3 screen names you have:
1. mlediscochick
2. Liljolleygirl
3. ejolley

3 things you like about yourself:
1. I am unique.
2. I am hilarious in a random way.
3. I know what I want most of the time.

3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. Lack of self-control.
2. Worry too much.
3. Think too much about my faults.

3 parts of your heritage:
1. German
2. Dutch
3. Possibly Native American

3 things that scare you:
1. Not being good enough.
2. Bees.
3. Guys that want me for "one reason".

3 of your everyday essentials:
1. Day dreaming about Derek
2. Checking Email
3. Sleep

3 things you're wearing right now:
1. A hair tie on my wrist.
2. My Maui Built t-shirt Carrera gave me for Christmas.
3. comfy jeans.

3 of your favorite bands/artists (today):
1. YellowCard
2. Sugar Cult
3. Michelle Branch

3 of your favorite songs at present:
1. Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard
2. Truly Madly Deeply - *Brainfart* Dangit.... Who sings that?
3. Around the World - Some techno group

3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:
1. Actually having fun in Hawaii.
2. Getting a Boyfriend who has a car.
3. Relax when it comes to grades.

3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. Someone who is easy going and relaxed
2. Fun and laughter
3. Open communication.

2 truths and a lie: (It's up to you to figure out which are which)
1. I was held back in kindergarten.
2. I've kissed Shem.
3. I love peanut butter.

3 physical things about a love interest that appeal:
1. Eyes that squint up when he smiles
2. Manly hands (I don't go for that soft hand crap. MEN don't have soft hands)
3. Dark hair.

3 things you just can't do:
1. Raise one eyebrow
2. Be tall
3. Slack off in School

3 of your favorite hobbies:
1. Listening to music.
2. Napping.
3. Being with Friends.

3 things you want to do really badly right now:
1. See Derek.
2. Go to the Beach.
3. Get $1mill.

3 careers you're considering:
1. Special Education Teacher.
2. Family Therapist.
3. Social Worker.

3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. Germany.
2. Italy
3. Australia (I know, can you believe it?)

3 kids names (either boy or girl):
1. Jacob Dean
2. Zelda
3. Jezzabelle (Too bad that is a harlot's name in the Bible, it is pretty)

3 things you want to do before you die:
1. Ride an Elephant
2. Grow vertically
3. Find Mr. Right

3 people who have to take this quiz now:
1. Carrera
2. The real Mama Jolley
3. Whoever wants to

3 prevalent thoughts of the day:

1) I am running out of money, but I am strangle not too worried about it.
2) Reed is hilarious!
3) Why don't they have TP on a rolls on campus?

Happy in Hawaii

2005-01-04T22:07:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "You think his forearms are sexy don't you?" -Me

I don't even know where that one came from.

So I am finally back in Hawaii and couldn't be happier to be here. That might change after classes have started, but right now I am having a good time just hanging out.

Today was my day to do all of those last minute things that you have to do before school starts. I paid a lot of money today. Sheesh. I still have to buy books though. That is usually painful.

I have very good news. I found out that my scholarship is fine, after worrying about it all through break. It turns out that they go by your accumulative GPA when the year is over, so that just means that I need to do better this semester. Plus, I found out that they don't require you to do any more community service hours to keep the scholarship. I think that I will still be involved in BYUHSA, but I just don't have to worry about my hours anymore.

After I was done running around campus all morning, I ate lunch, took a two hour nap, and hung out in the work shop where Carrera now works.

Now I am gonna go find some people and hopefully do something fun.

A Funny Joke

2004-12-30T19:20:00.000-08:00

My friend Carley told me a good joke the other day.

What did the bra say to the hat?

"You go on a head. I'll give these two a lift."

What more need I say?

Family vs. Boring Provo Students

2004-12-27T22:36:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Why wont my laundry talk back to me?" -Me

I asked it if it was dry, and it didn't answer. I was quite hurt.

Carrera wants me to update. She left a comment about it here, and hinted at it on her own blog. Apparently she has nothing else to do but wait for me to update on my boring life that I call her and tell her about everyday anyway. Well, I have nothing to write about really, but just to make Car Car happy, here it goes.

Christmas was good. We had what seemed like 500 people over at my house on Christmas Eve. It was only about 11 guests, mostly from my dad's side, plus the 7 of us, but some of that side of the family are quite large, so it felt like a lot of people. I don't get social anxiety normally, but being around that many large and loud Jolleys makes me want to hide in my room till it is all over. I found that even among that many people, they still notice when i disappear, so that didn't work. Either my cousin Paula, my sister in law Quinn, or someone else would come to find me. Arg! After everyone finally left, we did our traditional Christmas Eve family things, such as read the story of Christ's birth, drink sparkling cider, and put the presents under the tree.

Family: 1

Christmas day was more low key. It was just my family (My three brothers Craig, Dustin, and Tyler, Craig's wife Quinn, my parents and me.). We opened presents, ate breakfast, took a family nap, and got ready for the rest of the day. Later my Grandpa and my Great Aunt Welda came over. I didn't leave the house all day.

Family:1

The day after Christmas, we went to Church, which was good. My brother was ordained a Service proselyting Missionary. He will still be living at home, but will help the local missionaries when they need him. Then we went to my Grandpa's house, and saw more cousins. I spent most of the time with my cousin Riley watching the Lion King. That is a good movie. Then the festivities were finally over.

Family:1

Today was pajama/movie day at my house. We didn't want to do anything, since the Holiday Weekend was so hectic and busy. Yet, I had the annual seminary alumni Christmas party to go to, so I didn't get to be in my pajamas all day like everyone else. I figured that it would be way fun, since all of my high school friends were going to be there. Boy was I wrong.

Most of the people, other than me and 1 or 2 other people that I barely know, go to school in Utah, so it was like they were their own little click, and I was just the girl that decided to go to school in Hawaii. It's not that they left me out, or ignored me or anything, I just felt way out of place. They all seemed so bland. Everything was about what major everyone had, who's getting married, and who is not married in each of the past seminary classes. I didn't know half the people they were talking about or what was going on. I was wishing that Tyson was there so that we could talk about BYU-Idaho, but he is in Arizona for his sister's wedding. I really wished that Derek was there. I miss him every time I am around my friends that both of us used to hang out with. By the time all of the married people showed up, I was ready to go, but unfortunately, I rode there with one of the Provo clan, so I had to wait. Luckily, they wanted to leave too after a while.

Family:1
Friends: -1

I came home and watched more movies with my family. That was great. I always feel like I belong with my family. Who wouldn't want to hang out with the jollies? For once in my life, my family is more fun than my friends.

Family:1

Totals
Family: 5
Friends: -1

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

2004-12-19T21:39:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "You better stop that or we are gonna have Vietnamese food for dinner." - Jolley

I said that to Scarlet (my dog) when she was licking the clean dishes in the dish washer. She is cute, but a major pain in the butt.

So this weekend has been good, but also sort of horrid. I will talk about the good parts first.

The Good

Friday night was my home ward's Christmas party. I thought that it was totally going to suck and be boring, but the food was good (better than Caf food anyway), and a few of my friends that had gotten home from BYU were there. We hung out a little bit. I saw Tim, Michelle, Melissa, and Angela.

On Wednesday, I went out to Silverdale to help paint a house for some people in my ward. My friend Michelle went with me, and we spent all day out there. $10 an hour baby! On Saturday, they needed us again, but Michelle couldn't come, so I went alone with them, and we finished painting the entire interior of the house. I felt like I had accomplished something, and got $150 total. Yay!

Saturday night was my friend Brian's wedding reception. There, I saw all of my friends that I hung out with in High School (expect Carley who I saw in church today). Tim, Tysen, Jeff, Michelle, Angela, Melissa, and few others that I knew in high school were good to see and talk to. It felt like old times, except that Derek wasn't there. :( It felt kinda weird with out him.

The Bad

So, back to Friday night. After the Christmas party, I tried to get on line to check my grades. The web site wouldn't work. Arrg! I was so annoyed. I had been waiting all week to see my stinkin' grades. I was only really worried about that one class with the group from Hell. I went to bed without seeing them.

Early the next morning was when I went to paint, so I didn't have time to check them in the morning either. I got home at about 4pm, and before taking a shower to wash off all of the paint, I went on line to check them.

I got one A, three B+ s, and one C+! GPA=3.36. That is a piont an a half away from what I need for my Scholarship. I don't usually blame things like this on others, but I know that it is my Australia group's fault that I got a freaking C+ in that class. I tried to say "small kine" and forget about it, but I worried about it constantly to myself of course.

The Ugly

So, I wasn't thinking about my grades too much during church. I was listening to the lessons, giving input... You know... What church is supposed to be like. In Relief Society, we were having one of those lessons that makes you think about what you should change in your life to become a better person.

So, of course, I was sitting there wondering what I could do to be more "spiritually attractive" to the opposite sex. I want a guy to look and me and think, "Wow, she looks like a righteous girl that I would never dream of using or disrespecting." (Like any guy would actually think that.)

So anyway, I was thinking about what I could change, and the only think that I could think was, "Why bother trying to change? You can't even get a 3.5 GPA after working so hard and having barely any fun in Hawaii. Why should you even try to do better when nothing you do is ever good enough?"

Then I thought about how much work I did, and how little fun I had, and how it didn't even pay off in the end. What a waste. Then I started to cry. I tried to make it look like spiritual crying by making it just a little bit, but I soon lost it. After Relief Society was over, every woman in the ward was playing with my hair asking what was wrong. Then I just felt weird, and then stupid for falling apart in Relief Society. I did tell Michelle and Melissa what was wrong, then hid in the bathroom until my mom came to find me.

It's nice to have a mom around.

Am I ok now? Well, I guess I have to be. There is nothing I can do about it now.

Mrs. Rudoph?

2004-12-16T19:56:00.000-08:00

Here's a joke I got from my mom.

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.

We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost

Sleepless in U.P.

2004-12-13T03:08:00.000-08:00

Random Quote of the Day: "Why didn't I think of that? You get less slobber on you that way... " -Faye

Just for the effect, I'm not going to explain that one.

So can I just say that DIAL UP SUCKS!?
opps, I just did.

Anyway, I am back home again in Washington. Good ol' University Place. It is freezing here. I am comfortable in my flannel leopard print pjs, my wool socks, my fleece robe, and my zebra print slippers though. I love bundling up when it is cold.

My puppy is so cute, when she is asleep. Nah, she's cute, just kinda hyper. Her limbs are constantly moving.

Man it is late. It is 2:30 am here. I got jet lag ya know. I wonder if I could sleep if I go to bed now. I might have to read some more. Faye thinks that I should be like her and pull an all nighter. That isn't my style. I'm gonna try to go to bed.