HA!
When we made this oath sworn in blood 21 seemed so very far away.
I vote that we terminate this oath.
Even if I am the only one that is still affected by the oath, because according to that clause, Madi is no longer required to serve a mission because she is in love...
I think that also means that Madi is not allowed to vote.
Therefore, I am the only one voting.
Therefore, this oath will be destroyed either by fire or a canine before anyone even reads this.
When the Mona Lisa was stolen from the Louvre in Paris in 1911, one of the people arrested on suspicion of its theft was Pablo Picasso. He’d been implicated by his friend, the poet Guillaume Apollinaire; both men were questioned, and eventually released.
Ketchup was originally made from mushrooms and not tomatoes.
Coal ash is more radioactive than nuclear waste. (That one's for you Dad)
98% of all murders and rapes are by a close family member or friend of the victim.
On average, women utter 7,000 words a day; men manage just over 2,000.
Tigers have striped skin under their hair, but zebras don’t.
Throughout its lifetime, an elephant goes through six sets of teeth. The elephant starves to death once the sixth set of teeth falls out.
Disney World in Orlando, Florida, covers 30,500 acres (46 square miles). That’s twice the size of Manhattan.
In 1897, Bayer, who is the maker of Aspirin, marketed the drug heroin.
Time magazine named the computer its “Man of the Year” in 1982.
The Declaration of Independence was written on hemp (marijuana) paper.
Time magazine’s ‘Man of the Year’ for 1938 was Adolph Hitler.
On average, 1 out of every 8 babies are given to the wrong parents at the hospital. (um... is this-- like happening in America?)
Update.
Okay.... so. I googled it. It really happens!
Check it!
Why Marci, what oddly long tan legs you have!
Why Dry Wash, What blue skies you have!
Why girls, what emo dance moves you have!
Why Blanding, what a bubbly fountain you have!
It's a miracle that I haven't spontaneously combusted yet. I can't believe I survived 80's night withdrawals, semi-re-adapting from my "college life" sleep schedule (I call it that, but ironically, I wasn't in college much when I lived up north),putting a complete hold on my social life, and of course, not eating a McFlurry every day for breakfast.
Lately though, I've got that itch... I don't know if it is the fabulous weather, or recent Conor Oberst concert I attended with Annie, but for some reason I can't get my mind off that dreaded three letter word...
Fun.
I've caught myself daydreaming about Lagoon, Road trips, Seven Peaks, four-wheeling, camping, concert going, movie watching, memory making FUN!
I think it might be because I am currently only taking one class, and it's an easy A.
I'm pretty much just incredibly jealous, no-- envious of anyone living near the Gallivan Center in downtown SLC this summer. Monday evenings are free Hitchcock movie night. Outstanding. Thursday evenings are free concert night. Great.
So basically I'm petitioning for some freaking fun in Monti. I think we should have a dance party. Who's with me! Please, pretty please I'm begging you, I'll do anything, anything you ask! Grandma? Grandpa? Sister Wright? Brother Smith? um.... anyone?
Since finding out that Derek passed away, I can't get these damned lyrics out of my head. I'm not blaming myself or looking for there, there's... but I can't help but think, I could have done something. I should have done something.
I didn't. I ran away to save myself and never looked back.
I realize that I did what needed to be done.
So why am I looking back now?
Come on love, Come on drugs
I need the help, pick me up.
I’m feeling low, the alcohol
Is wearing off.
The cocaine wore a hole inside
My bitter soul, my foolish pride.
Call my pa, tell you saw me
Hangin here.
The blood it stains,
The carpet well,
You ran and told,
Somebody else.
But now its gone,
The need I felt,
The cocaine drug,
Inside my head.
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Come on love, Come on drugs
I need the help, pick me up.
I’m feeling low, the alcohol
Is wearing off.
The blood it stains,
The carpet well,
You ran and told,
Somebody else.
But now its gone,
The need I felt,
The cocaine drug,
Inside my head.
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Please leave me hangin here
Come on love, Come on drugs
I need the help, pick me up.
I’m feeling low, the alcohol
Is wearing off.
Sometimes I say to myself, If only all the ugly bitter hate filled people in the world would spend some time blogging-- or at least just surfing blogs, the world would be such a happier place.
Then I realize that sounds kind of lame... and weird.
But really, I kind of wonder if those people are just so ugly inside because they don't know what beauty looks like.... and while I do realize there is beauty to be found everywhere, I must say, some of the most fabulous of things can be found with just a few clicks!
For example:
Can you read The Nie Nie Dialogues with out wiping a tear from your cheek, or wanting to send a complete stranger a giant chocolate cake made with love?
Can you bare to sit in your home while ogling Desire to Inspire, the fabulous blog with pictures of magnificent homes with out the urge to go buy a can of paint blind folded?
And don't try to tell me you haven't obsessed over the fabulously chic, sophisticated, and truly FUN lifestyle and love story of Naomi and Josh Davis.
Don't you wish you had the eye for decorating (and the means) a new house, daughters as drop dead gorgeous, a best friend/sister who puts the E in etsy, and the photo taking skills that Miss Amy Furstenau does?
So I realize I have my own problem, and that is that I think I'd rather live through these blogs then paint my own picture.
But I really do wish I could grab some people (by the ears) give them a good shakin', and then sit them down to see that nice people with lovely souls and beautiful minds are having much more fun being at peace then living a boring life of boringness. haha.
so there.
