brain barf + road trip

there's no reason this is here besides the fact that I think it is chilarious.

As they say in Mexico "ya me voy!"

Meaning...I am leaving.

Here's another brain barf from class on Thursday, for your entertainment. Have a faaaaaaaaabulous weekend. Even if it snows where you are. :(

Dear inner child,

Hello there. It’s been far too long since we last spoke, and I’ve been thinking about you lately. Do you still try to ride your bike past the mailbox when nobody’s looking? Do you still take risks? Do you still spend hours drawing one little picture just to give your mom? Do you tell her you love her? Do you purposely leap into deep puddles and get mud on your skirts? You see, I’ve been too closed up in myself lately, sealed there like an unopened envelope. I need to be opened. I need to look at someone, and have their eyes (whatever the color) slice right through me, and let all of this real me out. You were the one who always ate too much cotton candy at the fair. You were the one that climbed trees barefoot when it was dark outside, the one who always thought the next-door neighbor lady was a witch, the one who fetched all of your brother’s wiffle balls that always found themselves on the other side of the fence. You looked fear in the eye without blinking, always winning the staring contest. Now I want to win.

If you think that's weird, you should see the brain barfs in my journal. Ha.

ok, I'm really leaving now, off to hike or picnic or run or play soccer with my broski.

g'bye.

is that a harmonica i hear?

( it's a friday piksha...oh and it reminds me of catherine creek )

It's kind of early (translation: I'm pretty dang tired). This morning my alarm beckoned at 6 am (still getting used to it) for scripture study. Which was very good, by the way. Did you know that we get to have a member of the Godhead with us all the time? Try and deny how awesome that is.

My original intent after getting out of Spanish early today was to do some homework in the library until 9, when I have a tutoring sesh. But of course I got sidetracked by the harmonica coming from someone's cubicle in the east wing. I guess if that's how they're gonna celebrate their Friday, more power to 'em. If only I had brought mine, we could've had a duet!

On Conference Weekend, Rexburg empties like my fridge sometimes empties onto the floor...slowly and subtly, but then all of a sudden you trip on the puddle and...oh wait, that has nothing to do with people leaving Rexburg. But you know what I mean. More than half of the students in Spanish were m.i.a. Part of me wishes I was on the road, too, but I know that half of the journey is the getting there. And holy moley, that was really deep for a Friday morning. I can almost hear your applause.

Friends, I have approximately 1 hour of class, 1 hour of work, and (maybe...maybe...maybe) 1 hour of nap to go. The 4 hours of driving time, well, that's part of the fun cause I'll be with the Goppster.

your devoted harmonica-playa,

mcfrenzal

p.s. happy anniversary to my parents! you make me want to be lo mejor.

15 hours in a car

me, at our final destination, with a senior pic of a guy who i look like

When we left Grandma Bonnie's at 9am-ish yesterday morning, I figured I was gonna be okay with the next few hours.

I mean, I've done the Rexburg-->Utah, Utah-->Rexburg trip

about a bajillion times.

But that's only 8 hours.

Only 8. Double that and add in a few of these adventures:

A stop in Paul, Idaho. It was pretty quiet in the cemetery, nobody else was there except a guy mowing the lawn. Mom took the opportunity to talk about the resurrection. Then Caleb, completely serious, looks up at her and asks,

"On resurrection morning, will there be dead zombies rampaging?"

Yes, Caleb, dead zombies rampaging.

Has anybody lent "Day of the Dead" to him recently?

Please come forward.

Major rainstorm in mountains, lightning striking

right by the car. Ellie plugged her ears saying "Make the rain noise stop! I don't wanna heaw it!"

Mom had to pull over a couple of times cause we

just couldn't see. It was a tad scary.

The Burger King in Pendleton had no tomatoes, lettuce, chicken, or pickles. Soo what are we supposed to eat then, Mr.

Burger King? I thought you said we could have it our way.

Wrong-o.

A stop in Troutdale revealed that Ellie does not have the greatest

manners in truck stop bathrooms.

I'll only say this: there was an incident with

wet toilet paper, a few "you fiend's!" from

the madre which I think other people in the bathroom heard, and a poor woman getting

shoved out of the way of our little princess.

Bring on the trip home, baby.

I promise I only ate 2 aussie bites...

road trip with myself

it is 9:40 something

I didn't sleep last night

not. a. wink.

needless to say

I am ready for 3:15

when I depart Rexburg.

besides,

I haven't had a stretch of asphalt

all to myself

in a long time

and i'm about ready for

another adventure

I think I will

roll down the windows

turn up the music

and breathe in summer

see you soon, utah

oh yeah. and i found the solution for my chronic hunger woes.

its name is taco bus.

and it is amazing.

see this little slice of heavenly-ness?

it is called a carnita.

mmmmmmmmmm (to the 10th power)

you don't tell them what to put on it

just let them work their

magic Mexican fingers

all you have to do

is say

"quisiera cuatros tacos con carnitas, por favor."

magic words have new meaning now.

yum.

see ya later, rexburg.

*mcfrenzy*