Welcome to Fabulous~!

I was set. I had my 'hired bodyguard', the tickets pre-paid for, and a belly full of burger ready to face the night. We arrived an hour early, and lucky we did. We were able to get within 10 feet of the front row. I bought a t-shirt while my guard held our spots at bay from the growing crowd.

THE FIRST BAND WAS AN HOUR LATE.

But my patience was rewarded. After an amusing scottish singer wooed the crowd with his repretoire of obscure songs famous mainly in England, the stage went quite in anticipation. I refused to remove my eyes from the stage. I caught trepid glances of the singer and band because we were angled from the stage so that we could see past the curtains. I could recognize the back-up singers because of the copious youtube videos I'd watched in preperation.

THE ROOM WENT DARK.

AND THEN BRANDON FLOWERS CAME ON STAGE AND SANG HIS OPENING SONG "On the Floor"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh man. It was amazing. He was amazing! The lights were amazing! Everything was amazing! Neither of us had a camera so I caught what I could on my phone, never to be taken off because of my lack of internet access. I was infatuated with it all! Of course, I was among an older crowd and they weren't as giddy as I was :( So I had to lower my excitment and decible level. All the same it was amazing. He also sang two killers songs, including a mix on "Loosing Touch" that makes it hard for me to listent to the original because I liked it so much! (Side Note: I couldn't listen to his new album for a week after that because I'd seen them all live...it was amazing!). And then, the créme de la créme of the night came on. The encore of the WHOLE show, RONNIE VANUCCI CAME ON STAGE AND SANG A KILLERS SONG!!!! I nearly died from happiness!

Needless to say, going to the Brandon Flowers concert was picture perfect. I will cherish that memory all my life. The only remorse I feel from that night is that I couldn't buy more tickets. It was awfully lonely because I'm a big proponent of having huge parties for my birthday party. That taint is most saddening.

As such I'm going to throw myself a half-birthday in the future. I refuse to leave college without a big hullabaloo all about me. For my friends of course...It's vital to my existance!

Don't use epic

As I would normally say after returning to something on the computer after leaving it for a long time, time to dust off the keyboard.

So what's new since my last post!? Well I did get home for Thanksgiving and I did find a ride home for Christmas! I hitched a ride from the rideboard on campus and it made me thankful that I worked for Catering. The driver, instead of being a stranger, was a random obscure wait staff who I knew (by her face. I am horrible with names).

I have fulfilled some life goals! I went to Death Valley for vacation and fulfilled my desire to fulfill Psalms 23:4 in real life (i.e. walking through death valley, bwahaha!), I finally got more clothes for Christmas than other types of gifts for the first time in my life (willingly), and I passed all my classes whoot!

Some epic fails are that my plans for graduate school are post-poned. Also, I used the word fail AND epic, which according to a news report in an elevator I was riding in today is a big 2011 no-no. But yeah, I won't be applying for grad school for at least another year. So I'll just have to occupy my time til then.

Like I could read great American classics :D. I'm reading "Gone With the Wind" right now and it's given me a new requirement about my future husband. He must have a gleam in his eyes that defies analysis! What that means, I'm sure is not attainable in real life. But I like it just the same.

There's oodles more, because obviously I don't have a boring life, but I don't recall it at the moment. There were also a ton of blog posts I was going to do over the course of the past 3 months but now I've whittled them down to only one. Yay! Oh, and happy New Years!

Update

I keep coming to blog and then decide to delete my post, so I'm just going to get some basics out.

1. Little bro is finally out in the mission field. He's literally a mile from the beach. Trust me...I google mapped it. (Thought I'd get my inner stalker on)

2. Going to go see Brandon Flowers Wednesday (pictures forthcoming). Pretty much going to be one of the best days of my life...and yet there's a shadow over it because all the people I wanted to come can't because I couldn't pay from them/they are too young.

3. Applying for graduate school is hard. Please University of Chicago! Accept me for who I AM!!!

4. I get to go home for Thanksgiving :D Now I just have to find a ride home for Christmas :D

5. The last Football game I'm ever going to work is next Saturday. Bitter, bitter sweet.

6. I've been doing a lot of introspection lately and, I must admit, I think I'm going to have to add 'trying to be an appropriate decimal level' to the list. A friend of mine insisted that he could hear me across the quad today as I was yelling at another friend...and I believe him!

That's about it. So yeah. :D

FW: Bar Stool Economics

This was sent to me via e-mail, thought it'd be good to think about :D
-Strawboat
 

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Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 07:32:20 -0700
From: kenlinda@wavecable.com
To:
Subject: Bar Stool Economics

-From the University of Georgia

Bar Stool Economics

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and
the bill for all ten comes to $100 and If they paid
their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.)

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed
quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the
owner threw them a curve. "Since you are all such good
customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of
your daily beer by $20." so drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way
we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected...They
would still drink for free...But what about the other
six men - the paying customers? How could they divide
the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair
share?'...They realized that $20 divided by six is
$3.33...But if they subtracted that from everybody's
share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each
end up being paid to drink his beer..So, the bar owner
suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's
bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to
work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).

The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before...And
the first four continued to drink for free...But once
outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the
sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got
$10!" "Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man.
"I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got
ten times more than I!" "That's true!!" shouted the
seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got
only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!" "Wait a minute,"
yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get
anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks,
so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But
when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something
important. They didn't have enough money between all
of them for even half of the bill!

And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college
professors, is how our tax system works. The people
who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from
a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for
being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the
atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
Professor of Economics
University of Georgia

For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

Things I'm thinking about

Suffering as defined in the Bible Dictionary refers to it as the meaning of enduring and tolerating pain, affliction, or an uncomfortable situation. Not what the random girl in church said it said about dating. I should have known Uncle Bruce would know better than to reference it in that way.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. But my roommate says it would be bad to base my love life on a girl who dies in the end. I disagree. Respectfully.

One of my greatest fears is that I will become like the boy in "The Nightingale and the Rose" by Orcar Wilde. I think I am often tempted to do so...ever enticed to be embittered towards the world because of the actions of one person. I think that's why I'm so forgiving...because I don't know who the nightingales are.

Mark Twain's biography comes out soon :D -> "Twain's last work was his autobiography, which he dictated and thought would be most entertaining if he went off on whims and tangents in non-chronological order. Some archivists and compilers have rearranged the biography into more conventional forms, thereby eliminating some of Twain's humor and the flow of the book. The first volume of autobiography is to be published by the University of California in November 2010, 100 years after his death as Twain wished.<sup>[48][49]" -wikipedia :D

Mark Twain is a stud.</sup>

I'm sending candy to my brother tomorrow so he can have a happy halloween. It's only a dollar to send candy to the MTC no matter how big the package :D Box that was used to hold 12oz cups please? ( it's a large-ish box, if you're wondering)

I'm going to be the color pink for halloween. It was the most ridiculous, abhorrent thing I could think of :D

We didn't start the fire...

Do you ever have those occurrences in life were something happens and you just become LIVID over it? Well, one of those events that happened today was an e-mail I received that just...lit a flame in my soul. And not a happy flame either.

Backstory: I've worked at Catering for 3 years, I've been an opener for 1, and at work they are currently being VERY strict about not going over 20 hours in a week period.

Here's the e-mail.

"You have been scheduled as the captain on an event for this Friday. It is important that you use your time Opening efficiently so that you will have enough time to do the rack-up and be the captain for this event."

Firstly, I realize it's probably not the most professional thing to be doing, sharing an e-mail. I always like to think of myself as professional. If you want to know the real reason why I'm sharing it, it's because it is a foreshadowing of things to come (not more frivolous e-mails)...which things I won't reveal just yet. Secondly, I don't want to vent. I usually do vent but I'm trying to be better at not doing so. So instead I pose questions, mostly rhetorical, in order to express my frustration. Are you ever condemned to suspect those people you have hired to not do their job correctly, especially under the constraints you have established for them? Are nominal reminders that are often excessive in their use, but lacking in poignant purpose, useful to incite action in your employees? Are the marked past efforts of a worker fruitless in predicting how they will act in the future? These things I ask do not seem to me TOO much to ask of any one person, even my superiors, and especially for myself.

Maybe it's my pride. Maybe I feel entitled to too much in my work place. Maybe I have imagined to gain some measure of respect in those I work for where none was actually gained. Maybe I should take the advice of my fellow co-workers and stop caring. But that's now how I work! Truthfully, this e-mail is just the spark that fell on a pile of newspapers, fireworks, and dried evergreen pine branches that have been doused in Gasoline. You can expect an explosion.

Zombies and Prejudice and Pride

So I'm doing a little reading group with a friend of mine, Mar-bar :), and taking a break from another book I'm reading, just finished the newest assignment. It was "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith. Now I must admit, I had avowed not to read this book. But I suppose my avowals are flighty, at best. My overall review for the book was that it amused me greatly as a parody. That, however, was it's main merit (it being 65% the original novel). However, as for "The Count of Monte Cristo", there is a Readers Discussion Guide at the end of this book that I must needs make fun of (10 questions total).

Enjoy.

1. Many critics have addressed the dual nature of Elizabeth's personality. On one hand, she can be a savage, remorseless killer, as we see in her vanquishing of Lady Catherine's ninjas. On the other hand, she can be tender and merciful, as in her relationships with Jane, Charlotte, and the young bucks that roam her family's estate. In your opinion, which of these "halves" best represents the real Elizabeth at the beginning--and end of the novel?

Firstly I want to apologize for these overly long questions. Just typing them made me want to stop reading my own answers to them. Secondly, I really hope the author didn't come up with these questions. "Why does it seem that there are two sides to Elizabeth's character? It couldn't POSSIBLY be that there are two competing ideas of her stemming from two separate authors in one book!" But seriously, Mr. Smith has no ability to merge the two worlds of Zombie invasion and the Pride and Prejudice era. May I now be added into the class of "Many critics", all of which are ambiguously referred to in the upcoming discussion questions.

2. Is Mr. Collins merely too fat and stupid to notice his wife's gradual transformation into a zombie, or could there be another explanation for his failure to acknowledge the problem? If so, what might that explanation be? how might his occupation (as a pastor) relate to his denial of the obvious...(question excluded to avoid spoiler).

Oh yeah, insulting the characters is a good idea. Let's just allow ample time here in discussion groups across America to bash this ever so obviously useless character. I also thought Mr. Smith's dealings with the Collins' poorly done. He abused them needlessly in the book and I didn't...appreciate his ferver in turning their lives in the way he did.

3.The strange plague has been the scourge of England for "five-and-fifty years." Why do the English stay and fight, rather than retreat to the safety of eastern Europe or Africa?

Because Mr. Smith is a poor story writer and doesn't think things through (and by things, I mean plot lines)? Rationally, in the real world, what would anyone do against zombies? Haven't the British always fought tooth and nail for their home country?

4. Who receives the sorrier fate: Wickam or Lydia (edited to avoid spoilers)?

I think I pity them both equally really.

5. Due to her fierce independence, devotion to exercise, and penchant for boots, some critics have called Elizabeth Bennet "the first literary lesbian." Do you think the authors intended her to be gay? And if so, how would this Sapphic twist serve to explain her relationships with Darcy, Jane, Charlotte, Lady Cathering, and Wickham?

Eh? Where did this come from? Did we read the same book? Oh right. I forgot. ANY woman who participates in any of those activities is obviously lesbian. Silly me. Especially since there isn't a single line in the whole book about her admiring anyones boots. That flaw in this question's logic aside, I'm 99% sure this was put in a readers discussion in order to be provoking and an attempt to make it interesting. Thank you "Some critics" for this ample opportunity for discussion.

6. Some critics have suggested that the zombies represent the authors' views toward marriage-an endless curse that sucks the life out of you and just won't die. Do you agree, or do you have another opinion about the symbolism of the unmentionables?

This. made. me. laugh. Anyone can take anything to be symbolic if they want to. To me, the zombies were simply an intrusion on the original plot line because of the author's inability to merge the two ideas. If the zombies were meant to be symbolic as an anti-marriage sentiment, they showed up in the wrong book seeing as the original story line sees all the main characters happily (if not serendipitously) married in the end. As much as I'd love for this question to have been asked by "Some critics", I'm going to say that this is the view of the person that wrote the question.

7. Does Mrs. Bennet have a single redeeming quality?

Do YOU!? Let's just throw around some more insults! WhoooOOOooO! Hey person coming up these questions, did you notice that half the plot line in the book is determined by Mrs. Bennet? You've OBVIOUSLY studied Pride and Prejudice very well to come up with the conclusion that she has none whatsoever.

8. Vomit plays an important role in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies...Do the authors mean for this regurgitation to symbolize something greater, or is it a cheap device to get laughs?

I'm going with cheap device. But at the same time I thought it an appropriate emphasis of the discomfort of the characters in a way more understandable to people of our day and age. I remember when I read this book in my English class back in high school...The delicacy of feelings in old England are sometimes hard to discern.

9. This is a stupid question and I tire of it. Man...I think I'm being just as biased as the person who wrote these questions. Or should I say...prejudiced?

10. Some scholars believe that the zombies were a last-minute addition to the novel, requested by the publisher in a shameless attempt to boost sales. Others argue that the hordes of living dead are integral to Jane Austen's plot and social commentary. What do you think? Can you imagine what this novel might be like without the violent zombie mayhem?

I think you know what I think considering what I've responded before. But I'm quite certain I can imagine what this novel might be like without the violent zombie mayhem...but I'm glad the writer of these questions recognizes the possibility of this book being a parody of gain and not of literary significance.

Ode to a Truck Lift

I wrote the following Ode whilst at work the other day. I don't want to lose it but I want to throw the paper away, so here it is in all it's glory. Enjoy. (also goes to the music of this song (by Josh Groban! I didn't even know!))

You raise me up, so I can stand level with the truck bed,
You raise me up, so I can be lazy,
I feel strong, when i can lift you by myself,
You are the platform beneath my feet.

You raise me up, along with an estimated 200 ten and three quarter plates,
You raise me up, Oh! What majesty of strength!
When you break, it kinda really sucks (insert choice curse word),
Because then, I can't leave my event.

You raise me up, cause Joe told me to load the truck,
You raise me up, to noises that sound like somethings dying,
I feel strong, because you as a mechanical device do all the hard work for me,
You've yet to crush my toes beneath your weight.

Got Crutches?

Every year up at the Y, these people put on a handicapped accessibility awareness thing. They have you do a little activity (like ride around in a wheel chair, or walk around with crutches) and after you complete it you get a cool t-shirt! I've wanted to do it each year, but have always opted out, saying I'm too busy.

But it's something deeper than that. I don't meant to impugn the troubles of others by faking to go through what they do for just one day. I do my best to have empathy in other ways, like opening doors for them, or giving them rides if I had a car/capabilities, etc.

However, it turns out I get to have empathy in another way. I noted today as I limped around campus with a bruised food (I'm still not used to my cleats for soccer and when I kicked the ground with them, the ground kicked back) just how much stairs suck. Also slight inclines. Also, seating arrangements for people with long legs. Complaining aside, I just wanted to note that the accessibility activity for the t-shirt was last week and my 'injury' is this week. The irony amuses me. I kinda want to pick up a pair of crutches just for the novelty!

Mrs. Brightside

If you're wondering how I'm doing right now, I'm eating Yogurt with a butter knife. I'm trying to conserve on spoon usage? And yes, I am weird, but not THAT weird. This weekend has been further away from awesome on the scale of how amazing a weekend could be. However, as always, I refuse to let bad things bring a disheartening shade to the color of my life.

My kitchen sink isn't working. We told ye olde landlord (it's talk like a pirate day, arrr!) that it t'wasn't working and he put a sign on it for three days saying not to use it and let the water drain. But when I had three days worth of three girls cereal-milk-filled bowls on the counters of our rather small kitchen, I decided I could no longer turn a blind eye. So I called him again and he tried to fix it (good sport, it was nasty) but in the end we have to call a plumber tomorrow. I took all my dishes over yesterday, with the help of my ever so wonderful roommate, to the neighbors house and did them there. (Hence me eating with a knife because I don't want to run out of clean spoons when I can get creative in my yogurt eating ways.) (Imagine: "Hey neighbor, random request, can I use you're sink to wash my dishes? Thanks!")

But I would not have my kitchen troubles end there, no! When I got home Friday afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea to boil some water for cider to combat my new-est illness. Yes, I woke up Friday morning and I was barely able to breath and had a fever by the end of the day. It makes for a fun Friday to say the least. Back to the boiling water. Turns out I turned on the wrong burner and took to incinerating a plastic spatula that was laying innocently on the stove. Note to self: I owe my roommate a new spatula. So I spent the afternoon combating sickness and poisonous gases and the fear that if I fell asleep for a nap, that I would not wake up. Instead, when my doctor tells me that I have lung cancer from inhaling toxic fumes I'll have the witty comeback of "From what doctor? L.A. fumes, Asbestos, or a plastic spatula?"

I forgot about water on the stove on three more occasions for the rest of the weekend. I now set a timer to anything I put on the stove and am considering investing in a tea kettle that whistles at me.

My Saturday was eventful. I don't do hw when I'm sick, and in college that puts you behind. Very behind. With that stress in mind, I set down to play the original Spyro game. Now keep in mind, most video games are designed to give a player an average time of 40+ hours of game play in order to beat it 100%. Also keep in mind that I promised my father that I would not bring video games with me to college. That being said, I am proud to say I not only beat the Spyro game start to finish in a 10 hour period (10 a.m. to 8 p.m.) but I also got it to 95% completion without saving it once!

Sunday was uneventful. I was planning on doing hw since I had hoped my head would've cleared up by today, but I was wrong. So now I have to look forward to racing to do all my hw, hoping I don't have a quiz in one of my classes, and getting over the last stages of an illness that left me on my couch for three days.

No, my life isn't as bad as it could be. That is why tomorrow I will do my hw quite well because I'm actually pretty good at math, take that quiz if it comes without a shade of fear, and drink lots of hot water mixed with honey and lemon juice (being one of the tastiest things in the world) to overcome the last trickles of my illness. I'm feeling worlds better (seeing as I can breath and don't have a fever), I'll have a skip in my step as I treat myself to new music, and I'll probably do something amazing tomorrow to compensate for being a bump on a log for the whole weekend.

So there life. Take you're misery-inducing experiences and know that I'm making them happy ones. And I always will. :P

Life: "You'll regret that emoticon."
Me: "I know!"
Life: "Well! Now you'll REALLY regret it."

p.s. Google "eating yogurt with a butter knife" and look at the images results. It's funny. Especially page 5 as it comes up with a picture of the cast of Baywatch.

Ten Things I Love About Me

a. I LOVE Divine Comedy. They often fit my humor perfectly. However, that is not the main reason that I love them. They remind me of better times, times that I cherish, times that will never come again. I think I'm also trying to not love them so much as I used to. A person gave their testimony to me recently that He tried his best not to always be giving stories about his mission because then you're always depending on your mission for stories instead of creating new ones. I'm not saying I'm going to start liking Humor U over Divine Comedy anywhere in the future, but I do want to know if there's more humor out there. And there is. And I'll find it!
b. Anyone who truly knows me well can determine when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm not. I LOVE sarcasm. The majority of the sentences that come out of my mouth I have shaped specifically to mean the opposite of what I'm saying. But I never mean to be mean? It has to do with me loving to make fun of things that I view as ridiculous...see I.
c. There are few things in this world that give me greater happiness than leaving it for another one. By that I mean that I love Science Fiction/fantasy and the escape they provide. To illustrate, when I read books I have an average rate of reading 30 pages per hour (unless it's academic, in which it's 10 pages an hour) but when I read a sci-fi book I like it's about 40 pages an hour. I've gotten better at not loosing myself completely in works of fiction...but not by much.
d. I have a flashdrive who was named "Freedom" when I bought it. Sure there are probably a million out there named Freedom, but I prefer to think it poignant for my life, see K.
e.Someone playing the Violin is my favorite sound.
f. No matter what mood I'm in, 'Blessed are they that Mourn' by Brahms will always make me feel better.
g. While I am very religious and love the hymns the church provides, my favorite hymn is one taught to me at a music camp. If you want to hear it you can ask me to sing it for you, but you'll have to join in since it's a round.
h. The song Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious from Mary Poppins is the number one song played on my Ipod. I love that it is because I have NOT listened to that song 449 times. It just so happens that I left it on repeat during one night and don't want to delete the tally marks.
i. I live to find things that are ridiculous. It just makes me laugh! And I think it makes most people think of me as immature that I get joy from being ridiculous. Well, jokes on them!
j. I prefer scooters to bikes. They are so much more maneuverable even though they are half as fast.
k. I find symbolism in everything. For example, this morning I woke up at 7:11 with no assistance of an alarm clock. Those two numbers often remind me of God and helped me remember that He is always there for me. But at the same time I take the majority of those symbolisms with a grain of salt because I'm afraid of being wrong/depending the actions of my life on flimsy fantasies of mine based off of my overactive imagination. It's a thin line, needless to say. But I love to walk it :)

Quotes

Forewarning, I'm going to write about some pent up thoughts. There's not really a purpose otherwise, so don't expect it.

I've been thinking a lot about quotes lately and their uses. I'll write down inspirational quotes to myself in hopes that I'll stumble upon them later in my life when I need them again (and thanks to a recent class, I even write down my thoughts next to them). I don't take notes at church because I feel that if I ever have to stand up for the gospel, I won't have my church journal there to back me up. I keep a journal, but lately I've felt it's not enough to just list my daily activities. I want to write about how those activities make me feel! What questions I have, what decisions I have made. And when I write them down I want them to be comprehensible so that I'm not just writing them down to become shut up in some journal collecting dust in the drawer under my bed. I want to be quotable, not out of vanity, but out of a hope that what I say and feel can help another person.

But anything I say has been said before. But that doesn't matter! So what if the ideas I have are written down in some other person's musings or other great works. The people I associate with may never find those thoughts! I love opinions! I collect them (which is not the same as agreeing with them, of course).

What do I agree with then? With the array of opinions out there and with so many confronting me...it's hard to decide sometimes. I don't like to fall back on the excuse, "Oh, I have an open mind to anything." No. I have opinions. I allow those opinions to change based on new ideas that are presented to me and I feel that they are worth changing my ideals for. But to allow your opinions to fluctuate whimsically in order to appease other's opinions is not for me. I'll usually respond "I can see where you are coming from." But then I have to think about it more. It's like...my own opinion is at the core and then I allow for branches of unique circumstances to attach themselves to it. I quite relish the challenge of knowing your own opinion and what you want to stand for.

So when people do like my opinions, it's weird. I don't take compliments well. I've had people compliment me on my thoughts or testimony and I try to recieve them graciously. But I never feel like I do. I'm so suspicious of them...So I suppose there's the paradox. I'm trying to get over my suspicions now and I'm trying to share my thoughts more.

Wish me luck I suppose.

Teh-has part 4

So when I check internet down here in Texas, it's usually for about 10 minutes a day. I'm normally used to being on the computer for at least an hour a day. I've decided this is a good change for me.

I get to play the organ this Sunday in church. It's hard to find time to practice because ever since I've come back to California I've been compensating for my 'vacation' by working my off days. It requires me to be creative with my practice times. I must say I've never labeled myself as someone who would practice the organ until 11:00 at night...it's probably the latest I've ever practiced any instrument. It makes me feel like Quasimodo. One day I'll actually play the carolin (thing that controls the bells in most churches) at Notre Dame and my transformation to the hunchback will become a reality I suppose. Until then, I'll play for Sacrament services as a sub for the organist.

I don't have much else to say than I'm on break right now and really want to get back to reading my book. I've reverted back to my 8th grade days. Any chance I get, I read a book. No movie, video game, or craft project can tempt me. I just read. Even when I'm eating! But not when I'm hanging out with people, that's rude. It's times like these I remember that my math teacher would throw white board markers at me because I'd ignore her in class and read instead. I don't read while I'm selling things at work though...there's a huge sticker ball that we've made that, if thrown, I'm pretty sure is lethal...and I wouldn't want that thrown at me as I read.

Just Saying...part two...

My escapades have been vast and jam-packed these past 5 days. I had this time all planned out and the majority of them are meeting their fruition. So like I do in my actual journal, I will now list them for the heck of it. Went to see Despicable Me (meh), went to the beach with my sister and did volleyball drills in the sand/swam in the ocean, ate at The Kettle (favorite restaurant by the beach), found out my stomach is still sensitive to grilled onions but I'm ok, went to my Aunt'n Uncles house, made a video (soon to be on YouTube), FINISHED LES MISERABLéS!!!!!, ate at Hank's Pizza (favorite Ma and Pa place), went to the pageant of the masters, and today I'm going to Arrowbear (old music camp I used to go to by Big Bear)

All in all I say it's been jam packed. A lot of the time when I come home I usually sit around and play video games a lot...but I've only done it once when I got thoroughly humbled in Super Smash Brothers.

Pageant of the Masters was AMAZING! They don't allow pictures though, or I'd have enough to satisfy anyone's want for pictures of people pretending to be pictures/paintings/sculptures. But going has changed my life! If I ever end up living in CA again, I plan on volunteering for the pageant.

Les Mis was AMAZING! Never have I read a book as such. It was infuriating, thought-provoking, boring, and gripping all in its entirety! It took me a month and a half to read it; a serious mark on my pride. Not to say I haven't taken a long time to read books (still working on Don Quixote two years later), but when I sit down and actually try to finish them, I usually get done within two weeks! But each time I sat down with it, it would invoke such thought within me. That or it put me to sleep with his random tangents. But the greatest thing was that ALL of his random tangents come into play in the story! Man. It is now my second most favorite book, unabridged and all.

So, those are my logged adventures thus far. Off to have some more fun in the great state of CA for me!

Just Saying...

I'm home in CA for a week, so of course, I'm comparing the two. Now I won't reach any conclusions of course. But here are some of my thoughts.

The air makes me want to cry (with joy).

I can smell the beach constantly.

I got to eat King's Hawaiin.

Food Places here don't stay open if they aren't good.

I paid $11 for a movie ticket D:

I can wear jackets again!

Well...that's all I've got from less than one day of comparing California and Texas. More to come to be sure!

Musings

So I don't have anything particularly funny today, haven't written for awhile, so I thought I'd just write random thoughts that came to me in order to satisfy my thirst for blogging.

Went to see Toy Story 3 last night for the second time. AMAZING!!! I REALLY wanted sour patch kids but decided against it. Oprah says you're not to eat after 7 o'clock!

My mother, when I was younger, was always waiting for checks in the mail. I've never known how nerve wracking that is until now. It's an odd sense of emphathy that I thought I'd never have to feel. Go figure.

I got a letter in the mail! :D It made my day and I carried it around with me to work and everywhere! It was from my Uncle if you're wondering.

Got a pet rabbit. Well, I didn't, my room mates did. He is very cute. Also very hard to name. But I think I'm going to stick with Gandalf. It appeases the inner geek in me.

Everyday until next Tuesday I keep thinking, "What will I be doing a week from now in California?" I'm going back for a week to do a little vacation because I haven't seen them since Christmas. For Friday, it's the day my Dad returns from his escapades in the Philippines! :D I bet he will be oober tan!

I'm tanning! Well, as much as I CAN tan. And just my arms are tanning too, no matter how many times I wear shorts, my calves are still palsy at best! Oh well. Like I always tell myself, I'm beautiful in China.

Something that is driving me insane right now: Les Misérables. I'm attempting to read the unabridged version and it's taken me longer than a month and I'm not even done yet. It hurts my pride! I eat books like this in two week periods! At least when I was in middle school I did. Alas, when you read about 30 pages an hour, I know for a fact it will take me at least 12 more hours to finish that book. Maybe I'll just pull an all nighter...but I've yet to meet a book that could keep me that engrossed without wanting to go to sleep. 5th Harry Potter almost did (4 in the morning).

How California is better

I think as I go about in my life that this question will, but shouldn't, plague me. Which state is better? Inherently I say California because I'm from there AND my family is there. But every day I spend in Texas increases it in my eyes! The food, the clouds, the sights, etc. As such, I must simply keep my best defense as to how California is better foremost in my mind. I've used this tactic against many a people to say California is the best state and so far it's been inrefutable...until I came to Texas.

All the Texans I meet don't believe this fact of mine! I have tried over and over in the last month to get them to see it for the truth that it is! They point to the copious amounts of country songs as their source for victory! However, now I've found proof. Let the facts speak for themselves...

Songs about Texas vs. Songs about California

Teh-hes part 3

So no pictures today, but instead I'm going to write about the 'cool' people I meet everyday!

So I work in a store where tons of tourists come in every day. However, in order to get people into the store I get to stand outside of it and shout at random people. The coolest thing I get to see when I do this is all the various groups or protesters that are visiting the street I work on. My personal favorite so far has been the group that brought a statue of the Saint of San Antonio (St. Anthony?) and put it on a bar in which they proceeded to turn the statue upside down, making it do continuous flips for about 4 hours. Yep, nothing says immigration legislation unrest like the flips of a statue.

Another thing about my job is that you see the same bums everyday. I do my best to avoid them, however they are very well dressed and a lot of the time I mistake them as not-bums. One even gave me a fist bump the other day! :D I've also managed to get a few in the store in which they then inform me they have no money. Well, don't I feel sheepish!

Other people you meet on the street are those that laugh at you. I was in a particularly good mood when a guy said flippantly, "That's a store for young people!". I then stuck my foot in my mouth and said "Well for older customers..." I felt most guilty until he did some British version of flipping me off. Then I felt justified. Heaven forbid I call it as I see it I suppose.

Then there's the people that you see multiple times on the street that you've already talked to! My personal favorite so far was the man from Alaska! He asked me if I'd ever been there as he was walking past and, thanks to my Father and his fishing escapades there, I was able to get the guy in the store to buy things! Twice! We talked about fishing in Alaska. Silly man thinking I didn't know about cool things in Alaska.

One of my favorite sales gimmicks is to have a story associated with where they're from. The Alaska trivia aside, my favorite one to use is that I'm from California and know everything there is to know about fashion and what's cool! Cause what's cool in California hasn't made it here quite yet! I got a woman to buy three pairs of sunglasses off of that :D Whoot!

Then there's all the 'cool' people that come in the store. So far I've had people from Canada, New Zealand, France, and Britain come in! :D Also, one customer informed me their last names were 'Cool'. Really? I think you're dad got his named changed just so that he could be Mr. Cool and he could have a Cool jr.! But that's just me.

So yeah. I love this! So many random people get to come in! It's great!

Teh-has part 2

No TV and no beer make Homer go something, something...along with the myriad of Simpsons quotes that find their way into my head and conversations, this one has been most prevalent. However, it has a different conclusion than our mutual yellow friends. Firstly there's enough beer and TV in San Antonio that I could easily have a gut by the end of the semester. Sadly I don't drink and I also have lots of stuff to do. It's like, instead of doing school work, I get to do all the random things in life that I haven't taken the time to do for a long while now.But enough reminiscing. Let's jump into the photos that tell the story of the past two weeks. The other interns and myself got a rental car. It is a Dodge Charger (Audrey informs me it is on the list of cars that sell out the fastest as number 5). I LOVE it. I haven't had a car in three years and I LOVE to drive despite my Uncle's lack of faith in my ability to do so. As such, we have already named him (Officer Benjamin Gonzalez) and I will be literally heartbroken come the end of August when this internship is up. He helps us get to work everyday and now I finally have the mobility to go wherever I want!
This allows me to go to various restaurants/stores that I've heard about. San Antonio has a wealth of restaurants. I'm sure anyplace does, but it seems more-so in Texas for some reason? Anyways, I'm not even half-way through my list of restaurants I want to go to. But of the 5 Texan's I asked, Rudy's was suggested every time when asked for good restaurants. So far only one other restaurant has impressed me however, which is surprisingly a Mexican food place. Mi Tierra. Check it out.
Already checked out Fiesta Texas. Six Flags started in Texas! Go figure. However, in placing Fiesta Texas on my scale of age appropriate them parks, it fits somewhere between Knott's Berry Farm(younger teens should go here) and the Six Flags in California(Older teens and above). This Fiesta was more amusing than thrilling. I'm a little biased towards the Six Flags in California however, it's my favorite place to go. They had amazing souvenirs though! :D
During my escapades, I thought I'd be a tad spiritual by going to the temple/my new ward. Excellent ward. It feels like a true singles ward and it's weird cause the only one I've ever been to is were the people in the ward are all from the same complex building. Now I have to drive 45 minutes, get lost in the farm land of Texas, and then get directions from some guys father in order to make it to a ward gathering. It's fun. The temple is gorgeous! They had stain glass windows! Which likes before I have yet to see on a temple. Very nice.
So all in all, despite my previous slights against it, I'm loving Texas. (This picture is one of the many signs I've been getting pictures of. They have very interesting signs here in Texas to say the least). It's gorgeous, there's always something to do, and I'm finally knocking things off my list of things I've been wanting to do (like get a library card from Texas, read loads of books, and get a tan without having to go tanning!). I might go crazy...crazy for Texas! ha...ha...ha...

Teh-has part 1

So...two weeks ago I was asked by an old friend to come out to Texas and be an intern. One week later I was on my way to San Antonio Texas to help him out. Not only that, but I get to help me out. I was looking forward to a lackadaisical summer where I would work a 40 hour a week job and burn my free time with friends.



And I'd have to say that's the biggest drawback. I'm leaving behind all my friends in Provo. I suppose this is what graduation is going to feel a bit like...but I'll wait to feel that grief for when it comes. To my friends I give these words of consolation; Friendships never end, they're simply put on pause. I'm good with goodbyes cause I know one day we'll serendipitously meet again! Like at Wal Mart when I'm making a midnight run to buy a Bop It game. Trust me, it's worth it.


On to Texas! The state that's vastly inferior to California...right? Well, before last week I viewed Texas through biased eyes. It was a place where everyone was Republican, they all had shotguns, drove gas guzzlers, and were a people that kept to themselves. I have since then found out that I was biased. Blame the Simpson's and King of the Hill. The people are nice, the bums are well dressed (haven't seen one that wears worn clothes), not everyone drives gas guzzlers (they have Texas edition trucks though), the grocery stores have those environmentally friendly bags, and wherever there's an American flag flying there's a Texas flag pole right next to it to accompany it. It's just...AMAZING...and I will sheepishly admit that I was wrong to ever say anything negative about Texas.


This is how we got there! I LOVE LOVE LOVE road trips! This one was no exception. The red rocks of Colorado, the expansive desert of New Mexico and Texas, and the signs on the side of the roads that said "Don't mess with Texas" are to die for. Gorgeous! I'm taking pictures best I can but to be quite honest they just don't do them justice.


So of course I have goals for the summer. The first was to get to the Alamo. Check. I walk past it every day for goodness sake! I feel so patriotic! :D
Goals
1. Draw the Alamo and San Antonio Temple
2. Go to Six Flags/Sea World/Shlitterban?(it's a water park)
3. Get Cowboy boots and a belt buckle that says "Don't Mess with Texas"
4. Get a picture of one of the signs that say "Don't Mess with Texas; Littering fine" (It's harder than you think!)
5. Visit at least one pool parlor
6. Find an Organ I can practice on (Check! But I still want to find one in one of the Catholic Cathedrals)
7. Find San Antonio Public Library (Check)
8. Buy a Hammock! (And therefore read all the books I brought)
9. Eat at Rudy's (allegedly best BBQ in Texas)
10. Get more goals! :D



So there you have it. I'm in Texas, it's amazing, and I'm going to have a blast. Whoot! It's going to be challenging but I basically plan to dominate this internship and squeeze in as much fun as I can while I do it!

Not *Cloakatively So!

Why hello friends. I was admitting to a friend that I hadn't written on my blog as of late. Being the *artigrapher that I am, I decided I'd pick it up today :D.

Biggest change in my life, I now have a full time job. I'm about a week into it and to be quite honest my ethic has begun to *viliorate as of late. Today I made an egregious mistake and have been on edge since. It's scary, accountability. However, this job is good and everyone has their bad days. On a happier note, I discovered that the bike ride I take to get there every day is 4 miles long instead of the original 1 that I thought it was. So in total, I'm biking a good 8 miles a day! cool huh! It's made me a more avid *aquabib though, which thing I'd never thought to become since I kinda hate drinking water. However, I should have known something was up last week when my legs were so sore that I could barely walk. It felt like instead of biking someone had severely *colaphized my thighs! But now I'm stronger for it.

At work I get to answer phones. During down time I read books. I'm currently on a tween book fix cause my new roommate took me over to her sis's house and her sis bombarded me with a ton of books. Since I like this family, I decided to take her suggestion and I'm reading through them. One in particular about a girl, Mosca, with a seemingly *epalpebrate feature with an amazing writing style (called 'Fly by Night'). The author uses big words. Big words I've never seen! Half of which I didn't know the meaning! I love it when authors one-up my knowledge :) Another thing I'm reading, being the *sacricolist that I am, is the Old Testament. Besides the mass *krioboly and tendencies of the nations to *pessundate one another, I'm learning more about the gospel and reading the scriptures. However, the inspiration seems to come less easily. It's a hard read; and just to emphasize that fact is while I was reading in Job I thought the book was complimenting Job's friends cause their discourses seemed to have some pretty sound logic, but then the chapter headings said they were bad friends D: So don't worry, I'm working on my reading of these wonderful works.

So, I hope those updates satiate my readers desires. The last word for this post is *modernicide. It is the killing of modern people...but isn't it kinda hard to kill people from the past...haha. Explains why we don't use it anymore I suppose.

*vocab :D
aquabib:water-drinker
frutescent: having or approaching the habit or appearance of a shrub.
epalpebrate: lacking eyebrows
viliorate- to become less good.
colaphize: to beat or buffet
dromograph: instrument for measuring velocity of blood flow.
cloakatively: superficially
sacricolist: pious worshipper
modernicide:killing of modern people.
krioboly: sacrifice of many rams.
pessundate: to cast down or destroy.
artigrapher: writer or composer of a grammar; a grammarian.

Mon Oiel!

So I took this idea from a friend. She said she had to write an essay on her eyeball when she was younger. Now, this won't be an essay...but it will be reflections on what I think about my eyes.



I LOVE my eyes. If there's one thing about me that I'm vain about, it's them (so you'll have to excuse these next few moments of myself being a braggart). They are unlike anyone else's eyes in the family and I've only met a few others outside of my family who have a similitude of them. My mother has green eyes and my father blue and so in a way I see myself as being more of my father with splashes of my mother through them. When I wear green my eyes look green too! I remember arguing with a lady at the DMV about the color of my eyes. She was adamant that they were blue, but I ignored her and put what I wanted on the form. If I got to put what I wanted on the form, it would have read "Gerber Daisy" colored cause that's what I think they most look like. I've also thought of them as a sun shining forth from my iris in the middle of the blue ocean of a sky. Ah. Aren't they gorgeous!

That being said, sorry Holly, I don't think this 'essay' would have gotten a good grade. Teachers usually don't award vanity.

Life Goal; Fulfilled

Animal safety: A concerned student reported nine endangered ducklings which had fallen through a grate. The reporting student and a dispatched officer saved them, reuiting them with their mother.

:D

Kawaii!

Aren't they CUUUTTEEE!!! Well. That aside, I have a story for you now.
I was walking home after visiting the LRC at my local library when I saw a common sight. There was a mother duck with (what luck!) baby ducks! They were SO CUTE!!! But I noticed something as I was walking, the mother duck was quacking and her baby ducks were responding. However it sounded like there were a lot more ducklings than the two that were visible. It turns out there were some ducklings who fell down a storm drain! I looked down the drain and saw that there were 9 down there!

So what do I do? Well...I have always wanted to make it into this. So I called the police to get some help. I needed help because I couldn't reach the duckies with my arms to help them they were so deep down the hole. The cop came and then left again to see what materials he could get to help. While he was gone I got a little creative. I realized I had two shoelaces and a byu bookstore bag. So I attached the bag at the end of the shoe laces, lowered my contraption into the drain, and went about catching me some ducklings. I caught 5 before he came back and then he helped me catch the remaining ducklings. We returned them to their mother and all was well in the world!

So what is the moral of this story? Well...when the 8 people before you fall down out of sight, you probably shouldn't keep walking in their paths. Remember Earth Day! And remember that there's always something you can do with the tools you have at hand.

p.s. I REALLY hope I make the Police Beat!

Microsoft Office

So I'm trying to improve my understanding of Microsoft office to make myself a better potential secretary. I'm doing this by taking online tutorials provided by Microsoft. Those can be found here -> http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/training/default.aspx . However, being somewhat familiar with some of the Microsoft Office packages I also feel that this exercise is a tad tedious even though I am learning new things about the programs. As such, I must needs make fun of them. :)

Microsoft Word Tutorial

"Ready to print? Or ARE you!?" Thank you Word tutor for making printing seem ever so risk-kay. A voice should come on every time I'm about to print on word and ask me this just so that I get unnerved about what I'm about to print. I don't want to waste paper and all that jazz!

"Sometimes as you formulate ideas and build your outline, you realize that a sub-heading is gaining prominence in your mind, or its own set of sub-entries is growing. You might also realize the opposite, that certain high-level ideas aren't going anywhere and don't merit their current outline level." It's probably just early but when I read that a bullet point doesn't merit something it amused me. Being unworthy of being tabbed in a Word document has to be an all time low.

"If you have a bulleted list that uses the same dull, boring black circles, there's good news: You can change the bullet design to one of many different built-in designs." Even Word likes to insult Word! Those poor, dull, boring black circle bullet points never get a break.

"Brilliant, this is exactly where you need to go to create your own list design." And then Word because British? I think the person who was writing the responses to the correct answer to the quizzes at the end of each section was getting a little bored here.

There's more, but I'm stopping there for now because I'm done studying this right now.

Friday Thoughts-Part 9

Songs that, for right now, I will always stop for whilst my iPod is on shuffle.

"In Too Deep" Sum 41

"Rocky Raccoon" The Beetles

"Rapid Roy" Jim Croce

"Ok It's Alright With Me" Eric Hutchinson

"Wouldn't It Be Nice" The Beach Boys

"She's a Rebel" "Whatshername" "Basket Case"Green Day

"We are the Champions" Queen

"Smile Like you Mean it" "Spaceman", "A Dustland Fairytale", "Jenny Was A Friend of Mine" -The Killers

"Short Skirt, Long Jacket" CAKE

"Perfect Situation" "Photograph" Weezer

There are a few more, but those are about it. I should make a playlist, save my forward button a lot of clicks.

Protestors; You Don't Know Who's Reading Those Signs of Yours

So I went to General Conference for the first time in my life. I find that everyone that goes to General Conference usually likes to geek out about it and how amazing it was. It was amazing. On to the REAL reason why I went ;)
Protesters!!! Ok, so this first photo is actually a group of men who were singing hymns. So I suppose they were protesting sin? Yes. Either way, I include them cause they were right next to the protesters.
See! They line the sidewalk and the protesters are the ones with the signs in the back of this photo. I found it amusing


I took many candid shots. This man had a sign over him. It was really cold, so this guy must be dedicated in his opinions...


I was actually kinda disappointed in the array of protesters. There were only about 5. D: And they didn't shout or make a ruckus or anything. How respectful...but very detrimental to me making fun of them.Ok, so the real reason I went to General Conference was to watch General Conference. This is where I sat. It was quite the view. But I kept watching the monitor!!! I had to keep telling myself "You're here in person! Watch the speaker not the screen!" and then I did.




This is the beginning of my drawing of Billie Joe. I'll get it finished by the morrow hopefully. :D



This is our little band of members that went! It was fun!


This picture is specifically for Alec. She said there wasn't a Chipotle in Utah. :)

Friday Thoughts- Part 8

I always feel like a stick in the mud when I complain. But something had to be done about a particular aspect of my work. As such, I'm going to make fun of myself and the letter I sent to address it. These will be in red :)

The Shirt Room First off, NO ONE is going to read this if it's send out en masse to the workers of catering because of two things. 1) This letter is too long and 2) No one cares.

It has come to my attention that Catering workers as a whole have taken to leaving the shirt room in a slovenly state. This is me being very nice. I wanted to start ranting about how I am not the mother of Catering and don't feel like cleaning up this pig sty of a room everyday! But then I thought this would be inappropriate 1) because I'm sure people are more neat in their rooms at home than they are in the shirt room (really they are) and 2) everyone would start calling me the mother of catering :( Vests are thrown askew on the lower rack, on the floor, and put away in the wrong size section. Also, coat hangers are left on the rack and floor and forgotten. I must emphasize that while it is my responsibility to organize the shirt room, it has become an extreme situation that can only be corrected if every person that uses the shirt room cooperates. The best thing about this statement is that whenever I'm putting shirts away in the shirt room, people do what they are supposed to. Too bad I like to think I have better things to do than pic-nic out in the shirt room all day in order to make sure my mere presences scares people into submissive tidiness.

Firstly, when getting a shirt or vest, do NOT leave the hanger on the rack. There is a coat hanger holder conveniently put next to the door of the shirt room and I ask you to put them there. I’m sure that all of us can manage to go the 5 feet distance between the shirt rack and the coat hanger holder by the door in order to maintain some order in the shirt room. (Captains, I realize that some of you are not tall enough to get hangers off of the top shirt rack. As such, I have provided a blue crate to use for an extra boost so that you have no excuse not to put your hangers away as well.) bwahahah! A jab at the other captains. I really don't think this should be funny to me, but I wasn't the one who put the captain's shirts on the top rack so I don't feel bad when I laugh about this.

Secondly, when there are bags of recently cleaned shirts from laundry, do NOT take from them unless you plan on putting the whole bag away in the correct shirt/vest location. When you do go against this rule, shirts and vests often end up in the wrong shirt section. This may not seem too horrible, but tell that to someone who goes for a small vest and finds out as they change that they actually have a 3XL. It’s a nuisance that adds unnecessary time when getting ready for work that is easily avoided. Plus I love taking the wrapping off of new shirts. It's like unwrapping presents! Except I don't really get anything I want...

Lastly comes the question,‘when do you put vests that you have used back on the shirt rack?’ Dirty vests constitute vest that have blatantly visible dirties on them. I like to think of it as an obscene amount of crud on your vest. If you notice a small spot, you should ask another worker if they also think it is sufficient enough to label the vest ‘dirty’. If so, then yes, please put it in the dirty vest bag. Otherwise the vest can be re-used. This saves money for catering on laundry expenses. Wearing a vest once does not constitute it being dirty like a shirt does.

Vests that need mending should not go back on the rack. Please fold them up neatly and put them in the gray bin with the other vests that need to be mended. When the bin gets full, I make sure that laundry takes care of these vests. This helps us to look professional when our vests are not torn up and have the right number of buttons on them. I've been expressively forbidden from mending them myself :( Missing buttons annoy me so much.

If your vest has passed these two inspections, now comes how to go about putting your vest back on the rack. Button the top button of your vest and put a coat hanger in it with the hanger facing to the left. Buttoning the top button keeps the vest from falling onto the floor after you put it on away. Then hang your vest up on the left of the black shirts if it is a men’s vest and on the right of them if it is a women’s vest in the proper size section. I think this may be the point where any reader of this letter thinks I'm a little to organized for my own good. Yes. Yes I am.

In summary, don’t put your uniform clothing slovenly over the rack, on the floor, or on the blue crates full of aprons. Put it where it belongs. Thank you for your efforts. It seems a nuisance for you to take this small amount of time to do these things, but if you don’t, it negatively affects others who use the shirt room.

- Sincerely

- Your Friendly Neighborhood Opener I love spiderman :D

(I can provide a diagram of where clothing articles go in the shirt room if so desired. ) I love to draw!

So I hope you enjoyed my rant and my successive making fun of myself. Somebody has to care about the shirt room, poor thing.