Creative Wanderings

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

I’m so tired of being alone. I know, how dare I say that when for the past 4-7 months I haven’t had to deal with that? Well, I frankly don’t care what you think of me for that, because when it all ends its all over. Four days feels like 4 months. And really, the non-single time was more of an anomaly from the typical string of months and years of singleness. I’m not trying to be bitter. It’s just that, no matter how much perspective I have, I simply hate being alone. Especially when I’m in the midst of transitioning back into it. I’m not angry at him, specifically. I’m not really angry at all. It’s just a lame situation. And that is life. 

well, I guess my happy ending is just in a different place and time than I expected. 

Matt officially signed with Symantec today! I don’t know all the details, but he will be working as a senior financial analyst at company headquarters in Mountain View, CA. I’m so happy for him. He’s certainly put in all the hard work and effort to warrant such an awesome job. And, since the easiest way to a Matt’s heart is through his stomach… I’m making him a celebration dinner tomorrow night. Hooray for success and good food and great company!

For some reason I just love the combination of pink and gray. It feels so cozy to me. It makes me think of elephants and mouse ears.  I have my big graduate exam on Friday. I know, of all times to not be wasting time on blogging, this is surely the week to neglect it. But I was just thinking about pink and gray and being cozy and comfortable.  And I’m multi-tasking by working on class prep. Just a note: check out glass blowing. It rocks.

This happened one night in 2008. Thanks, Kristen, for playing photographer. I had won a massively large shirt and for some reason felt possessed to make it fit.  It’s okay, you know you want to laugh.  Fist pump Muscle woman Michael Flatley Perfect Pillow Booty shake Love my guts Dance Party Redneck Fat Runner Reaching Big Booty Seduction

A true friend is one soul in two bodies. Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) I feel like I could jump to the moon tonight. I feel filled with energy and vitality right now. Great timing, right? I don’t care. I’m going to let that excitement carry me through… well at least the next few days. Seriously. So. Happy. 

Facebook is a wealth of information… and sadly today I saw the pieces falling together to indicate that one of my dear friends from freshman year had passed away. Somehow I managed to miss the news reports for two days. David Whitney was one of the kindest men you’d ever meet. He’s about the only guy I wrote while he was on his mission (brothers excepted) and we have remained friends over the past 6 years. It’s a tragic loss. (I have some old pictures of us somewhere… I’ll try and post some once I locate the disc.)http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=13307374 http://www.fox13now.com/news/kstu-payson-plane-crash,0,5414287.story Homecoming 2008

Wow, was today really only Thursday? Wednesday seems so long ago. Can I just say that the end of Wednesday was completely amazing and wonderful? Well, it was. So there.  I should be asleep right now. Or reading something, since I’m obviously not asleep right now. Instead I’m blogging. About how I should be sleeping.  I went and visited Megan tonight (and Natalie. Ethan was asleep). It’s nice to just chill with family and see my cutest-ever niece!  I drove home from Springville. It’s too far to walk, you know? So I’m driving and minding my own business when something smacks against my driver-side window. What the…?? It’s so weird, because it was almost an out-of body experience… like, I feel like I watched myself flinch. I’m just glad I didn’t swerve when I flinched. The idiot car next to me had a bunch of punk kids in it who Read more…

It is a Wednesday. Meaning it feels like a Monday. Do days feel like a certain way? I usually don’t think Mondays are all that bad… each day is a struggle for me to wake up and there’s always more to do than there is time. I guess that’s really what this is all about.  I’m stressed. Out. December 3rd is my huge graduate reading examination. The good news: I have all the books that I need to read currently in my possession. And I’ve read/viewed about half of them. Which means I have approximately 7 left. I really would like to not fail. Honestly, I don’t think I will, but the prospect of those 7 readings is daunting. Especially when I think about grading a pile of exams. And a cultural experience response. And working on my 20+ page paper. And wouldn’t it be great if I finished creating Read more…