If anyone has a spare $250... (and charlie)

... Then you should give it to me... so I can buy this dress.

Why?

Because I look flippin' ace in it. Haha.





Alternatively if anyone can make a dress pattern from just looking at a picture let me know and i'll have my maw make it for me.

And on another note... that dress was a size zero... far too tight... but it fitted... gulp. I think because the waist was actually around my ribs and not my wee belly :):):)


In other picture news:










This is Charlie. The violin. I love him.





This is also charlie, the chihuahua with the new siamese kitten. This is why it's so hard for me to come home. So amazing.

What Ever Happened to the Stereophonics.

I'm not crying over this. I hate them. They had two good songs, the bartender and the thief and the one about the trees and the matches.

I think they are terrible, and i'm pretty sure the lead singer had a girl's name like Kelly or something... I also think he needed his eyebrows plucked just like Sandy Cohen and the bloke they got to play Edward in the new twilight movie. He's ugly by the way. I could think of a thousand prettier men that could play that part... and a thousand other guys that actually look like the character description in the book.

Anyway... that's not why we are here. I was just writing some o fmy novel... I want to get over 30000 words before I sleep properly tonight, but I just reminded myself of the stereophonics cover:



That's me. The woman. Pretty much. In my life.. that's what I always seem to do. PAH HA. Guys bore me. It seems.

Hearts

OKay... I found this video.



It's more genuine because the woman is actually German.

And it shows you the heart of the cat which I think was the prettiest thing I have ever seen. The colours on that heart were so pretty.

My favourite people were the archer woman who wore her brain on her skull (that's the new fashion) and the man balancing on three balls with his inner intestinal goodies ripped out his spine and held up in his hand in the sky. Amusing.

The best quote though, and thing that I read was about how the heart can be affected by grief and if people don't get over grief they can die.

'Broken Heart Syndrome is produced by a toxic overload of stress hormones resulting in stress and cardiomyopathy.

Symptoms are like those of a heart attack: shortness of breath, chest pain, fluid in the lungs, and a weak heart.

A resilient person may recover within a few days without any permanent damage to the heart. But those who cannot recover from grief can stress their hearts to the point of meloncholy, depression and even death.'

I've yet to see grief listed as a cause of death on a death certificate but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
Mimi Guameri.

The heart is just so beautiful. I want to start running to help keep it healthy, and i'm sure that man with the Mouser for years told me to eat shredded wheat for my heart. You know the guy... ian something or other. Cricket player. Botham?

I love British advertising check these out:





Forward to nine minutes for the shredded wheat ad... although all of them are entertaining. Especially the last fools speed one... 'auch ya pratt.' HAHA.


I also think some people have too much time on their hands, and aren't particularly funny... I also thought this was going to be a snuff movie with shredded wheat when I first saw it start. Pah ha.



weirdos.

Remember though, North South East West. Never Eat Shredded Wheat. :):):)

Fools Rush In.

Sofia copolla is possibly one of the greatest directors. I love her movies.

Anyway, I love the soundtracks from her movies as well.

And while I was driving back from target tonight I was listening to my iPod on random. Wonderful. I love listneing to it on shuffle you can go from the MoTab Be Still My Soul to a Flight of the Conchords song to Heavy Angry Metal (Otep and Kittie) to Jens Lekman and even the Marie Antoinette soundtrack.

I also beleive that I am in a small minority of people that can spell Antoinette without even thinking about it. No thought. Antoinette. Antoinette. It would be insulting to Toni if I couldn't spell her name after 10 years.

BLOODY HELL. I'VE KNOWN HER FOR OVER 10 YEARS. What the shizzz. haha.

Anyway.

Today, I went to meet April downtown, mega. And we ended up deciding to go see the Bodyworld exhibit.

This reminded me fully of Laura Jane and sitting in the flat (pollock palace) until the wee hours of the morning watching his lecture series on channel four. It was amazing. I love channel four. So educational. They've gone down as of late though. But they used to be better.

Anyway Body worlds was amazing. And I'm going to admit it. It made me hungry. I wanted to leave and go eat braised skeak stew or bacon or something. Kind of gross. I hope that doesn't make me a canabal. Canabal Miller. I do like to bite people. Hmmmm.

The one thing that got me was the baby skull. Did you know that the skull of a baby had plates (kind of like the earth but not) and they all overlap each other, and as the spwan grows its head expands and the plates enlarge and then once they are fully pushed out they merge together and together they stay. So our heads are born with all the bone they need just overlapping. Amazing. AMAZING.

I can't get over it.

And all the capilleries and the blood things and the CND. Beautiful.

I was totally gutted that I couldn't take pictures. It's not like the pictures in the book in the shop are pretty, they are all basic and more biological than artistic.

I parked in a 2 hour parking place, and we were in there for three hours. Three hours. i didn't even feel the time going, but it was wonderful. and I got no parking ticket. high five for me.

But I tell you though, I was on my best behaviour. i touched nothing i wasn't supposed to. Seriously. Not like that time I touched Van Gough's sunflowers PAH HA. Or those magritte paintings in Europe. Or that Rodin statue.

No no... I touched nothing of gunther von haggen's.

Oh... Fools rush in.



I found this really SPECIAL video of it. That girl and I wouldn't be friends. Her earings are too big and she uses her tongue to talk too much. Watch it, she just throws that tongue about.

Anyway.

Yeah.

I like that song, and it came on in the car on the iPod. And I appreciated it.

I am a fool.

But I love me, so i love fools.

And... it's a fact that the female form is far prettier and much more attractive than the male form could ever be. It's just the truth of it. Hip bones, thighs, spine, shoulders. Stunning. Males... not so much. Pleh.

C U ....

I wish I was home for my best friend coming back this weekend. I am sending my hugs in a large cloud lined with stars.


Last night, my life was completed, I was able to see Carrie Underwood. Granted, my newest friend and I were terribly late (because I had to go to institute) but it was worth it. And we got there for the best part. That's the truth. The part where she covered Guns N' Roses' Paradise city. It was almost like blasphemy, but I got over it.

Ahhhh people.

This is an odd world.

I am also so tired, because I stayed out until 5am. 5am. 5am. sincerly. Look at me living on the edge and being the biggest piss taker in the world. Hmmm.

I'm also starving because I realise that all I ate yesterday was a banana.

Institute was amazing though.

I had my first ever slurpy. 

And I went swimming, so my skin and muscles were doing this really cool contracting thing for the rest of the night. They felt so fresh and happy.

Stats?

200yds FC
200yds BS
100yds BC
100yds butterfly (really... I'm getting the hang of it)

200yds FC legs
100yds FC arms
100yds BS arms

200yds FC Paddles and Fins
200yds FC sprint

100yds IM (25 butterfly, 25 back, 25 breast, 25 front)

100yds swim down.

I had an audience. The man in the lane next to me would stand at both ends of the pool and watch me tumble turn or drink water. I started to find it weird. I don't think he was looking at my stroke, that's for sure. I think he was being a creepy perv, because my swim suit is quite low cut in a V, and it also gives me a massive wedgie when I swim haha. Perv man.

I have photos of the past week to post. :)

I can't decide whether to go to Logan tonight to see Bleary again or not. hmmmm.

Star Trek Wars

So, 

I just watched the new star trek trailer.

and I have issues.

1. Why can't they hire a scottish guy to be scotty? You know? Why Simon Pegg? He's good and all but he's not scottish.

2. Why is it more like Star Wars episode one than star trek.

3. The beauty of star trek was the cheesey rugged moving scenery and what not. I liked it. 

4. I'm not a trekky, but I did like TNG, Voyager and the original (but who didn't right?)

Have a look for yourself.

http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/startrek/large_trailer2.html

5. Sylar freaks me out as Spock. He's too engrained in the role of sylar I think. Blah.

The best 30 minutes

People.

There are different people that come in and out of your life, I know for mine it's the case. What I find most interesting is the complete set that these people make you feel. You know? Once you meet them there is a hole made that fits that person and that person only. And without that person then there will always be some kind of dent and gap in your life.

I have one such friend in particular like that, I don't even know him well, but the smile and warmth small kind gestures have brought to my life have been so important and necessary in my life that I know if he wasn't around there would be a hole where he currently fills.

Pleased. 

Between Angels and Insects; or, I'm not going to Italy.

OH MY GOSH.

I'm listening to iTunes on random... and Papa Roach, between angels and insects just came on... this reminds me of 2000 haha. Amazing. I'm cracking up. They thought they were so bad ass with their angels and insects name, their spikey hair, and their crazy screamy hardcore everything-sucks life-is-evil lyrics. haha. 

Also, on that note... I forgot to mention yesterday that I officially fail at life.

I got this email yesterday:


Dear Vikki, 

thank you for your application to participate in Fabrica. We receive a multitude of applications from highly qualified candidates such as yourself. 

Upon careful consideration of your application as well as the current requirements of the Visual Communication Department at Fabrica, we are not in a position to extend an invitation to you at this time. 

We thank you a lot for the interest you have shown towards Fabrica and we wish you all the best for your future achievements. 

Sincerely, 
Serena Cortella 



(Warning immaturity level reaching 100%.)

Yeah?

Well I didn't want to go to Italy anyway... screw you guys and you're stupid italian reserch centre, and you're stupid pasta, and you're stupid perfect 12 months of life, and you're stupid stupidness. And especially screw Oliverio Toscani and Luciano Benneton, i never liked you guys anyway, all that stuff I wrote about in essays when I was 16 and my dissertation when I was 21 and my masters degree when I was 23... it was all lies. I hate you all and think you all suck, and there's nothing cool about your work in the slightest, and your angle and photography and thoughts and opinions and want to change the world is all stupid too. It's not like I want to do the same thing, I hate the environment and people and society and culture. I was just lying. it was all a joke. haha. I hate you all.. and as I said at the start I never wanted to go to Fabrica anyway... becuse you all smell like the medeterianian sea. Forks. 

Yeah.

Stupid faces.

All about the double K

Last night was possibly one of the best nights ever.

Two years ago, at Charla's Wedding a met an awesome girl called Nikki, she was Charla's best friend through University in Utah.

On hallowe'en Nikki and I were oddly reunited, because I ended up at a party in her house. Coincidence? I don't believe in them.

So last night, she I met for dinner, which was the most amazing pizza ever, followed by the most amazing hot chocolate ever from the cutest little chocolate shop in the avenues. I don't remember the name of either, but when reiterating the story to Phil later that night, he knew exactly what I was talking about. 

Well we chatted and chatted and filled each other in on lives and everything else in between, and of course there was the boy chats. Oh the boy chats.

Nikki was saying that there is evidence to support the fact that a child, while growing up, has a psychological yearning for both a mother and a father, and in order to raise a well rounded child both should be present.

I proceeded to add, that I fully agree, although I never yearned for a Father, I am aware that I am definitely psychologically damaged, to an extent, from the lack of, and behaviour of my Dad Dad Daddy-o. (Back to the future quote of the day)

We swapped father horror stories, and then Nikki said something that made me realise a lot of my issues.

Because we've never just had a male figure around that will love us, unconditionally, and he will always be around, we think we need to fight and work and constantly keep entertaining any guy that does come into our lives and wants to love us. 

This explained to me the 'challenge' I give myself. If a guy doesn't want me, then I will start to go out of my way to make him want me, because in my head, without work, it can't be done. Confusing. 

This also linked to the secondary words that Maddy told me not long ago, that we (she and I) chase men. If they were to chase us we would be put off, so we do the chasing. And when it comes to a head we do the hurting too, because at the end of it all we are still women.

There you have it, lack of father figure means that we chase, entertain, and constantly feel like we have to fight to deserve and receive the love we want from the men we want. 

LIke a stone.

I'm sure i've mentioned this before. but I have a playlist called the Songs to Die to Playlist. They are all songs from my life that mean SOMETHING, not just anything but something. Seriously. It takes a lot for a song to get on this playlist. There's only 21 songs just now.

But one of them is Like A Stone by Audioslave. I never liked this song until I saw the video, then I would listen to it 14 times in a row.

I passed my driving test (fifth test) humming this song. The man must have thought I was mental.

Here's the video of it. Sony have made the embedding disabled though. Bawbags.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1j823QH6cU

I still love Old School Biffy.

Mon eh Biffy.

I admit i've never listened to anything they've made after Infinity Land.

But I still love their old stuff.

I'm going to see what's on youtube to whet your biffy apetite.

57
Reminds me of the QMU with Eilidh face.



27
Lyrically one of my favourites.



Just Boy
Lyrically amazing, and my iPod was called 'Light will break and bring a brigh sky for a long time.



Joy. Discovery. Invention.
The first biffy song I heard, given to me by Kris Keiller (or Kurt Cobain Kris as we all called him)



Bodies in Flight
My most listened to, according to iTunes.



I mean, I once saw biffy five times in 12 months. That's once every two months. I used to love them. But I am a music snob it seems. Or not. Just, taste changes sometimes, and I now love a bit of the bass more. The Blow, Jens Lekman, Caribou and Cocorosie. More collaborations of different instruments than the traditional three piece. But then I love Bleary. So I don't know what happened to the Biffy. Sorry guys. I saw they played Salt Lake last year as a support band, I was proud of them. I wonder how they were received. :)

I can tell the time.

I woke up this morning early and was confused that it was so early. I liked it though, I still didn't manage to persuade myself to get out of bed. But I did look at my watch and both hands were on the nine, so I lay there, with my arm in the air, really confused wondering if my watch had stopped because it was quarter to three. I genuinely thought it was quarter to three. both hands on the nine, quarter to three. I can tell the time.

Apparently.

So, today is November 13th. This day 366 days ago (because it's a leap year) I bought my external hard drive from the Apple Store in Salt Lake. I named it Brekk. I went to institute. I went back to my apartment. And I know I'm sure other things happened that day. But let's no longer agonise over them. And then 366 days proceeded that day. And I am still in Utah once more. I need to stop looking for unnecessary symbolism in my own life. It doesn't exist, and it just makes me mental.

And I never did and have never yet still, to my conscious knowledge, eaten a Krispy Kreme (KK) doughnut.

My Eulogy. Part l.

Tonight in institute the teacher asked us all to think about and write our own Eulogy, what we would have our family read out at our own funeral.

The reason for doing such a depressing thing is to work out what your goals are and what you aspire to do and to become. He asked us to pay particular attention to personality traits like honesty, integrity and valiancy. And then explain what those things, as we understand them to be, are – rather than just list them. Anyone can do that.

Well, it reminded me of the Royal Tenenbaums, so I decided to watch that movie while eating a burrito and some American Cadbury's chocolate because I am being visited by Auto Flo and she needs her chocolate. Fact.



I think the reason I like the movie so much is because of Royale's gravestone. I've said this before, but this time I have the picture to proove how amazing and how similar to my own personality it is. I think mine will be of a similar nature.

Facebook is the new Coca-Cola.

The other day I was reading an article in a business magazine and they were trying to predict trends and wax financial about the future of the economy and what would replace the things we already have in society.

One of the questions was about someone trying to predict or create what comes after facebook.

I've been thinking about this for a while, and I have come to realise that my prediction, in this whole affair, is that nothing is going to come after facebook. Well not nothing, there will be things invented and created i'm sure, but nothing is going to over take it.

Here is my reasoning, and we're going to mention MySpace and Bebo and frienster and Hi5 and every other failed networking site as well. MySpace used to be the best thing on the internet. But nothing changed, nothing was updated, nothing was new, there was no user to client contact and thus no improvements in the service (and still, there's no new beneficial improvement; all the new things we saw on facebook a year before).

I'm not the biggest fan of facebook, which you wouldn't guess considering the amount of hours I spend on it. The reason I'm not a fan is the amount of hours. It has me trapped, I want to know if someone has posted new pictures, I want to know if so and so is attending the event I'm thinking of going to, I want to know how my friends are doing and what they are up to all day.

I find myself refreshing the page, just in case, about a million times a day. It's now a habit. Those are my reasons for not liking it. I also fear that it will get too big, that there will be too much information and we will all explode from an information over-load. My other beef with social networking sites in general is that they mess with the general order and natural cycle of friends. I can now stay in touch with the people that bullied me in high school, or the people that I knew when i was 5 years old and I could still play out in the street and not get kidnapped.

But back to my theory. Myspace has never changed, it was replaced, and now, rather than realise that it is actually used for music more than networking, it continues to wriggle the knife further into its own heart. It's time it reinvented itself and came up with new ideas rathe than ideas pinched from facebook.

Facebook on the other hand updated their site, changed the layout, realised there was a problem with information display and did something about it. At first people could choose to change sites, eventually everyone had to. And they had the attitude of 'you will get used to it' when people moaned and complained. Now, I quite like it. people hate change, but once they know it for it a while they won't remember what was before. And that is what they knew and what they did.

The people behind facebook and who are working constantly on facebook are not stupid, they are smart, and they know how to stay alive. If they had just left things the way they were all myspace hell might have broken loose and they would be burried in the dust like friendster and hi5.

So my theory is that facebook is going to be like coca-cola, it's not going anywhere. It will have competetors, there will be cheaper versions, but it will always capture the main market, and it's not because the product has every changed. No, it has always tasted the same, just the marketing and the look changed. The logo progressed, the advertising was clever, and always different.

So as long as facebook keeps the product the same, ie. makes sure it's ALWAYS a social networking site that is easy to use and clutter free, but changes the look to keep up with technology then my bet is that it's not going anywhere, and that it will become a brand like Apple, McDonalds, Nike and Coca Cola.

Ideo Questions.

Although I don't sit and post the ideo daily widget questions I do think about them.

here are some of my thoughts over the past few days.

November 8th, What is your TV really saying to you?

It tells me that other people's lives are far more interesting than mine and that cool gimmicks and witty narration is what we should aspire to have in the background. Queue Facebook and their opportunity to narrate your life with as much humour as you want.

November 9th, If you started a magazine what would it be about?

Being happy and how to be happy without stuff, things, and stuff and things.

November 10th, How is being done in China?,

Illegally, realistically, quickly, necessarily, with less pay, with less decoration, with less benefits, with less need, with greater need, with less want, with MORE spirituality. (and a lot of lead in the head.)

November 11th, Will we always aspire to youth?

yes, because we never know that we're growing up. It just happens, and we will continue to do in our older years what we did in our youthful years. Just because we don't know any differently. I don't think we will consciously aspire to it, we will just do it.

But to take the thought to the cosmetic level. When love is involved, and jealousy, and suspicion. When trust is not in abundance then youth is all we have as a weapon, that we believe to be our weapon. How can we compete otherwise?

November 12th, What does sharing look like 5 years from now?

Ideallistically, the foundation of society.

Realistically, non-existant. I think in 5 years hyperindividualism will just increase. It will be longer until we see the masses actually caring.

And

November 5th, How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

Twenty six. One year older than I am now, because I've always seen 26 year olds as people that drink hot things in cafe, read books, and talk about things that appear to matter as well as the idle chit chat too. It's an illusion, but that's the stage I want to be at, and the stage I have been at for a few years. But every now and then I still have a streak of weakness.

How Long? Not Long Because What You Reap Is What You Sew.

I suck at blogging these days, but I tell you, I need to get the stories in type-y type-y land.

Metallica, Prop 8 Protests, Futher Flight extensions, the small small world we live in.

So last Monday, in honour of Anne's birthday (that would be my Maw) Maddy and I went to see Metallica. We decided that if we had to pay for seats we would wait until the gig was just about to start and buy them cheap from the scalpers. So there we were sitting about waiting, and then one of the security men came over and started chatting to us. Within a few short minutes he asked what we were waiting for and we told him the truth. He then said that once his friend at the elevator left he had no issues with us going up and 'getting lost in the crowd'.

We chatted to him for a bit more, and it turned out he is actually the neighbour of Alisa (who was an au pair in Glasgow over the summer and whom is now engaged to Euan McArthur) and that he served his mission in Holland – where Charla now is.

At about ten to nine he came over to us and said 'I've managed to locate the people you were looking for, but you have to come with me now.' He then walked us past the ticket people and right up into the area. The crowd had already started to disappear, so we weren't quick off the mark. Doh. We then hopped from one door to the next getting kicked out. We then bumped into our Amigo again and he walked us into the disabled area and told us to say that a security guard sat us there. We lasted about 10 minutes before being kicked out again, and we decided to cut our losses and beat the traffic. But still. I saw Metallica, for free... and got an awesome Salt Lake City Metallica Shirt. Seriously mega.

That was Monday.

Tuesday was all about institute I'm sure and the election YES THE ELECTION. Oh my gosh. It made me so happy. Call me an anti-war, hippy, animal and human lover, but yeah, I am so pleased that something might change now. High five to Obama.

At the time he was announced the winner I as sitting on the love sack at Pedro's eating a chicken burrito from betos (and I had a bean and cheese burrito in my bag that they gave me for free because the guy was all, I started making your burrito and then I realised I was using beans and cheese and not chicken, so I finished it anyway. Do you want it? HECK YEAH.)

Sean came home and I watched some Southpark with him before heading home.

Wednesday was all about institute again and I had Rob D come with me, such a star. And then he deposited me with his flatmates and we kicked it for a couple of hours before I came home. I've been in one of those moods, since Wednesday, that all you want to do it curl into a ball and be warm in a blanket, or something.

I think I ended up staying home all Thursday, I don't remember. Then Friday was all about the wet stuff. Swimming and temple :)

Swimming stats you say?

I'll try and remember.

200yds front
200yds breast
100yds back
100yds butterfly

200yds front legs
100yds back legs
100yds butterfly legs
200yds breast legs

200yds front arms
100 yds breast arms
100 yds butterfly arms
100 yds back arms

400yds front

You know what? I don't remember. There might have even been an IM in there, but I know I swam 2250yds. Which is 90 lengths. That doesn't beat my 124 the week before though. Shattered.com (not a real website, and if it is, don't click it)

I then went to the lion house in memory of Toni and our last day in Utah together to the day. She left me on the 8th last year. I then went to the temple and when I came out the gates were locked and I could hear this faint noise of shouting. I went and pressed my face against the bars and saw a large crowd of people marching down the street.

I was there for 20 minutes or more, watching the entire protest. I filmed the whole thing. And all the abuse and all the signs.

It made me sad because the church has been singled out and blamed, when 1. It happened in California, and 2. They weren't the only people voting. You know?

Anyway, the one sign that made me almost cry was one that this little girl was holding that said 'I love my gay mom's'.

So once it all dwindled and trailed off I got out the gate and started walking up the street, just in time for the protest to come back down the street and meet me right outside the church office building, where I thought I could duck into and wait for them to pass because I think it's rude to walk through a protest. But it turns out they were stopping there to shout for a bit. I took some pictures, froze to death, made my excuses and left the scene.

Saturday was all about tea cups, and Tropic Thunder. And Sunday was all about church, and cartoons and the coincidence that one of my newest friends knows one of my oldest Utah friends. Hmmm.

Monday was all about decisions, and it might well have been one of the worst days of my life. I've never felt so useless and rejected before. I received a couple of emails rejecting some of my work, and another talking about a forthcoming YSA activity that I thought I was planning, but it turns out they don't need me any more. Which is a good thing, I just hate that they didn't really tell me. You know. A nice wee, thanks for your struggle in the past but now things are going to be easy for everyone, would have been nice. That's life I suppose. I've heard nothing from Adbusters, again, which means that i've been rejected, again. And now I am sitting about wondering what to do with my life... again.

Everytime I seem to come up with a plan I fail to be able to put it into action. And work have stopped paying me and sending me work. I don't know what's up with that. But it makes me hefty paranoid.

And I've not written much of my novel and I am really far behind with the stats. I should write some tonight. But it's 2am and What I say next might be squirmy for some, BUT, I think this month thing is unfair to girls, who, for a week of that month, feel like crap.

Just my thoughts. Which I think is what's going on this week.

So I'm staying in utah for another 3 weeks. December 2nd is the new leaving date and i will for sure be leaving this time. I hope. :)

But on the upside I recieved a really nice message yesterday just before going to Marcus's to watch heroes (the only thing I did yesterday) which was talking about the recording of a song that's about the Catcher in the Rye. Can something so amazing exist? Apparently so. That book is my life bible.

uniteresting title

when did I last update?

I have no idea.

Okay, so Hallowe'en came and went.

I should just really copy and paste some emails I sent last week because that would actually explain parts of my week better.

Or not.

Swimming stats on Thursday.

were like a lot... in a short space of time. I don't remember.

But that night I went to see girl talk with Maddy. It was AMAZING. I'd never heard of him before but he was like DJ Yoda but a million times better. Album downloadable from his myspazz.

So good though. So good.

I also started writing my novel on saturday after being at lagoon with Pedro, sam and Sean. Mega.



but yeah, part of a site called nanowrimo is about writing a novel for the whole month of november. Bring it on. I'm 4000 words in :) I should write tonight before going to metallica. Yes, I am going to Metallica... suck on that :)

Hallowe'en was ace. I went with Rob D and his homies to a party in Provo to see Phil play drums in his new band. So good. Such a good sound. It was a total hipster party, so I felt completely awkward, but it was awesome though.

And it turned out that the girl who owned the house was Charla's friend Nikki that I met in California in San Diego two years ago. AMAZING.

Saturday was all about Lagoon and being tired.

Sunday was all about church and then firesides, and then watching lock stock and two smoking barrels at Rob's house with all their amazing friends.

And then I nipped over to Sean and Pedro's and watched a george lopez comedy session on Youtube. Mega.

And that pretty much brings us up to date.

I also bore my testimony at the awesome 40th ward. It's just easier to do there because people understand to the T what I'm going through and what experiences i've had because we're all in the same stage of life. :)

Anyway, it was a good Sunday.

And this was a lame update. but an update none-the-less.