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Day 925: Countdown
Jul. 18th, 2010 08:49 pmSo the official countdown has begun. That's life. I spent most of Wednesday studying with mom on the phone (bright and early) and writing essays and doing quizzes. And crocheting a whole lot. It was weird. But I'm now almost done with the blanket. I just have to finish the trim on the blanket and on the sweater and then I am officially done. I might make another smaller sweater so I have an emergency baby sweater on hand for a newborn, because who knows who's going to be having a baby soon. Also it might help Angela, so there you go.
I rediscovered this old TV show that I loved in high school, called The Invisible Man. It ran on the SciFi channel (back before those ridiculous SyFy days) and my sister and I loved it immensely. It had a cool premise and the main character was funny and charismatic instead of being stupidly pretty. The characters were quirky and unique and also the show made me think about things like morality and cause and who we are, the nature of our existences. (I mean, my religion has answers for that business, obviously, but I like to talk a mental philosophical meander once in a while.) So I started rewatching it on Hulu, which was awesome. Also been watching Jeopardy pretty faithfully.
Thursday I studied again. More talking to mom on the phone, quizzes, essays, and the rest. I wrote letters that night, and also I got to talk to Cody. Seriously - the best parts of my days involve talking to friends on the phone. The best part of my day is, hands down, talking to Cody on the phone for whatever reason. He'll tell me about work, about training, about whatever. He had a pretty wild youth (speeding cars, pyromania, nefariously-earned injuries), and so he has awesome stories to tell. (You thought I was crazy? He wins.)
Friday morning I studied with mom (Contracts; it didn't go so well), and I packed up letters to send out, and then I walked to the post office to mail some care packages (candy to cheer up Amber and Angela; candy as a thank-you for Lindsey), and then I buckled down to study and crochet more. I talked to Angela on the phone. While I was talking, Jackie informed me that she'd noticed a burnt rubber smell. Since Anna had randomly left pasta bubbling on the stove for too long, I'd assumed (with my poor sense of smell) that it was just burnt pasta, but Jackie was concerned it was an electrical fire, so we ran around sniffing the kitchen, and then we called the landlady, and she sent her husband down, and then we called my brother-in-law Wayne (who is a master electrician), and Wayne determined that it was just a burnt-out ballast in the overhead lights, so he disconnected the bad lights and we relaxed.
I talked to Cody on the phone that night. I had a terribly girly scared moment, because we exchanged our usual round of text messages, and his ended with "I want to talk to you" which might or might not have been the equivalent of "we need to talk". What he meant, was "I want to hear your voice", which was fine by me. We talked and laughed and then I was tired, so I went to bed.
On Saturday I studied with mom bright and early over Skype, and Wayne came over to install new lights while I wrote essays. Then I watched some Invisible Man and crocheted until it was time to go to Park City. I was crazy excited. I trusted my GPS and got there even though I thought I was lost, and then Sei, Curry, Robyn, and Aubry showed up. We were the third group in line, so we spread out a blanket (we saw several familiar Cedar faces there) and played cards, talked, and laughed till it was time to go in. It was kinda hot, but it was worth it. We picked a great spot on the grass and then I, feeling nervous about contracts, studied (need to pass the bar? There's an app for that) a bit. Chas and his family (friends from Cedar) sat near us as we'd saved them a spot, so they shared their food with us.
And then Ben Folds came out. He was funny, charismatic in a quirky, unapologetically nerdy way. He sang some songs I'd never heard (but Chas's parents knew them all and sang along; Chas's little brother Sam was clueless), and he sang some new songs of his upcoming album (which sounded awesome). Fred Jones Part 2 pretty much nearly undid me. Of course, he sang Brick, because he had to, and he sang some other songs I knew. He sang a song for his daughter and one for his wife (the encore one) and the man really is amazing with a piano. The orchestra had an amazing drummer and also an amazing sax section. I like Ben Folds, but I was surprised at the variety of genres his music covers, so now I'm going to have to hunt some more of his songs down. We had a rockin' time. I'm glad I got to go.
Afterwards I was stuck in the parking lot for forty-five minutes, but Cody called and we talked all the way home. I was pretty beat and I fell asleep a little after midnight.
Hauled myself out of bed early and walked to church, but as I was walking I realized that my inner voice didn't sound American, and it took great effort to speak discernibly when people at my roommates' ward spoke to me, so after sacrament meeting I walked home and passed out on my bed. (Poor Jackie - woke up to find me gone, returned from the shower to find me snoring upside down on my bed, barefoot and dressed like an urchin.) Then I woke up, ate, and studied with mom over the phone. Took an I-man/dinner break, then cranked out four essays (two essays for two subjects). Since I've been crocheting and writing, I figure my wrist needs a break. So updating my journal it is.
The bar is in nine days. I'm scared. But it'll be okay. I can do it. I think.
Besides, tonight I'll get to talk to Cody.
Random note: Bradley James with an American accent? Painfully adorable.
I rediscovered this old TV show that I loved in high school, called The Invisible Man. It ran on the SciFi channel (back before those ridiculous SyFy days) and my sister and I loved it immensely. It had a cool premise and the main character was funny and charismatic instead of being stupidly pretty. The characters were quirky and unique and also the show made me think about things like morality and cause and who we are, the nature of our existences. (I mean, my religion has answers for that business, obviously, but I like to talk a mental philosophical meander once in a while.) So I started rewatching it on Hulu, which was awesome. Also been watching Jeopardy pretty faithfully.
Thursday I studied again. More talking to mom on the phone, quizzes, essays, and the rest. I wrote letters that night, and also I got to talk to Cody. Seriously - the best parts of my days involve talking to friends on the phone. The best part of my day is, hands down, talking to Cody on the phone for whatever reason. He'll tell me about work, about training, about whatever. He had a pretty wild youth (speeding cars, pyromania, nefariously-earned injuries), and so he has awesome stories to tell. (You thought I was crazy? He wins.)
Friday morning I studied with mom (Contracts; it didn't go so well), and I packed up letters to send out, and then I walked to the post office to mail some care packages (candy to cheer up Amber and Angela; candy as a thank-you for Lindsey), and then I buckled down to study and crochet more. I talked to Angela on the phone. While I was talking, Jackie informed me that she'd noticed a burnt rubber smell. Since Anna had randomly left pasta bubbling on the stove for too long, I'd assumed (with my poor sense of smell) that it was just burnt pasta, but Jackie was concerned it was an electrical fire, so we ran around sniffing the kitchen, and then we called the landlady, and she sent her husband down, and then we called my brother-in-law Wayne (who is a master electrician), and Wayne determined that it was just a burnt-out ballast in the overhead lights, so he disconnected the bad lights and we relaxed.
I talked to Cody on the phone that night. I had a terribly girly scared moment, because we exchanged our usual round of text messages, and his ended with "I want to talk to you" which might or might not have been the equivalent of "we need to talk". What he meant, was "I want to hear your voice", which was fine by me. We talked and laughed and then I was tired, so I went to bed.
On Saturday I studied with mom bright and early over Skype, and Wayne came over to install new lights while I wrote essays. Then I watched some Invisible Man and crocheted until it was time to go to Park City. I was crazy excited. I trusted my GPS and got there even though I thought I was lost, and then Sei, Curry, Robyn, and Aubry showed up. We were the third group in line, so we spread out a blanket (we saw several familiar Cedar faces there) and played cards, talked, and laughed till it was time to go in. It was kinda hot, but it was worth it. We picked a great spot on the grass and then I, feeling nervous about contracts, studied (need to pass the bar? There's an app for that) a bit. Chas and his family (friends from Cedar) sat near us as we'd saved them a spot, so they shared their food with us.
And then Ben Folds came out. He was funny, charismatic in a quirky, unapologetically nerdy way. He sang some songs I'd never heard (but Chas's parents knew them all and sang along; Chas's little brother Sam was clueless), and he sang some new songs of his upcoming album (which sounded awesome). Fred Jones Part 2 pretty much nearly undid me. Of course, he sang Brick, because he had to, and he sang some other songs I knew. He sang a song for his daughter and one for his wife (the encore one) and the man really is amazing with a piano. The orchestra had an amazing drummer and also an amazing sax section. I like Ben Folds, but I was surprised at the variety of genres his music covers, so now I'm going to have to hunt some more of his songs down. We had a rockin' time. I'm glad I got to go.
Afterwards I was stuck in the parking lot for forty-five minutes, but Cody called and we talked all the way home. I was pretty beat and I fell asleep a little after midnight.
Hauled myself out of bed early and walked to church, but as I was walking I realized that my inner voice didn't sound American, and it took great effort to speak discernibly when people at my roommates' ward spoke to me, so after sacrament meeting I walked home and passed out on my bed. (Poor Jackie - woke up to find me gone, returned from the shower to find me snoring upside down on my bed, barefoot and dressed like an urchin.) Then I woke up, ate, and studied with mom over the phone. Took an I-man/dinner break, then cranked out four essays (two essays for two subjects). Since I've been crocheting and writing, I figure my wrist needs a break. So updating my journal it is.
The bar is in nine days. I'm scared. But it'll be okay. I can do it. I think.
Besides, tonight I'll get to talk to Cody.
Random note: Bradley James with an American accent? Painfully adorable.
