I love adventures..

Can I just say that I really truly love adventures. Now i'm not stupid enough to go out and look for them because they generally start very traumatically. They come along often enough without any coaxing. I suppose I should explain myself. Tonight a group of us went night repelling at a not too far beach. We crammed into the car and were totally ready for a full night of fun! Well, after at least 2 successful repels we had an accident. Luckily, it really doesn't add up to much more that a good fright, some pain, some singing, some pampering, more pain, and i'm sure stiffness and annoyingness eventually. Details of accident, our little gutsy friend full out jumped backward off the cliff and something went weird with the rope. She slowed her fall with her bare hand rubbing against the not so clean climbing rope. She's a trooper that's for sure. And i'm also sure she's in bed with a totally neosporined hand laying on top of the covers.
Interesting observations from tonight: Singing helps like you wouldn't believe. Priesthood blessings can make you wanna cry for no known reason. Dorm Dads rock. Not only does life seem to be in slow motion at times of other's pain but it also seems like I am watching the past. I feel like i've reacted as if I already know the outcome completely and i'm just fulfilling my duty as we go to get to that end. Very odd. Maybe cause i was never afraid for her life. It took me too long to figure out what was happening to be scared for that. The worst I came up with in my mind was she broke her hand, not that bad of a fate. (Acctually, dieing wouldn't be a bad fate for the one who leaves but that's a totally different subject.) Anyways, I think I've rambled on enough so I'll leave y'all alone. If you were there comment on that. If not how do you think you'd react, emotionally?

FYI

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hum...

Isn't it amazing how you can think that you know all of what someone else is thinking and be completly wrong? I love how the ppl that you know the best can still surprise you everyday. This is what makes it worth having friends. :P

odds and ends

CarCar is a pedaphile but she doesn't know what that is. Jolley is CarCar's Urim and Thummim. I am the Jr High kid that got picked on. Benson Boy is still Payson in my eyes. Amanda is a cowgirl on her own accord. Judge is the poet. And I still hold that Sarah is a cat.

i like life!

so the last blog was before the 3 1/2 hour talk. that helped at lot. ya know, i feel like FINALLY all of me agrees. i'm not fighting anything to keep someone else...not really happy just content or whatever. anyways, there's not a constant argument. luv it!

no sense

Ok, this post will make no sense to anyone except one. even for that one it might not because i get the feeling it's gonna be really random.
why do i get a sinking feeling?
why don't i wanna talk about it?
why do i wanna scream?
being demoted is REALLY annoying.
i'm obviously not that dangerous dizzy. i've gotten better, aren't you proud...(incredibly sarcastic and another emotion i hate to admit i even possess.)
i'm not special anymore. i don't like that, but then there's the other side.
i hate illogical kine.
it's kind cold
best i'll ever be...............stupid song..............not quite true, at least if i'm gonna be positive it can't be. definatly not for him.
i suppose self control is a good thing.
sleep is good. being busy is good.
i'm not sure of anything....
it sux to keep hearing from EVERYONE!!! that you're special, he's different around you, and yadayadayada... and in the back of your mind you keep hearing, don't get used to this, you know it's not true, it can't be true, he'll never really let that, that's one reason you like him, yadayadayada....everyone said it and acted like, oh who knows what they expected, for some it was the same story as their life, for some it's why they hoped would happen for them, for some it was just what was normal. whatever they thought i KNEW it couldn't be true, too many late night talks. too much logic. if that's possible. still i let myself be sucked into their thinkin, at least a little, it's hard not too! i heard it every stinkin day, even at home! and now what was inevitable, obviously, is now true. and i'll still be hearing it. you would think that old friends would understand best but no! they're just as bad. no one understands. that's what makes it so hard, no one else does this. i swear no one in the world, yet another reason, therefore no one gets it, except maybe my two sife buddies, except they are very selective on when they understand. i should shut up. i think i need a hug. Vegas will do.
current mood: very sad--such an evil emotion

how can that be...

How can you feel like you've lost something you've never really had?

Song of the Night: I'm not that Girl from Wicked

life is goo!!

Isn't life just wonderful? Mine is at least. Nothing could be better. I take that back but only for one second. I've always wished I either needed no sleep or that the day was longer. that would be nice.

Song of the Night

Yes it probably counts under pop but it still says alot tonight. I should stop listening to it.
Hold Me by Savage Garden

What to write....

So today I escorted Amanda to the airport to pick up Sarah, Judge, Reed, and E. (We saw Rachael too but she took the coconut. Did you know coconuts could fly? Only with the help of an African Sparrow. Anyways...) A few eventful things happened. David came along to so we didn't have to squeeze a million ppl in one tiny little Laie Special. So David has one walkie and I have the other. That was fun. Everytime I started a new comment his first response was "What?". I later decided I should've "called" first to get his attention. oh well. So by the time we were at the airport and had everyone and baggaged we had: almost got in one accident, acquired 2 carts and had the boys push us around, dumped Amanda off her cart, kicked one "Safety First" sign, thrown another "Safety First" sign, found out the boys had slept together at the airport (that sounds so wrong!!teehee), leied all the travelers, and thrown back when Sarah ran at me and attacked me with a hug. The ride home was great too cause Judge, who must have been VERY jet-lagged cause he gave all us girls hugs later, sang to us through the walkie and Reed said some very entertaining things about where the walkie was and what had been listening or not.
All in all it was very good day, a long day but good.