seems to think ‘April’ is a “year’ (”In the year of April, 2007″)… wow.

Initially I felt sad that such a wonderful Prophet had passed away, then i felt happy he as with his wife and knowing that he, of all people, had nothing to fear in dying. Really hit home how unprepared I am, in a scary blast of seminary-scripture indexed reasons as to why I am not ready to die.
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It was the last day of Sundance film festival, so we were driving up to see Marcus Bentley play his new-fangled electronica junk at the star bar, Park City. About a block away from the action, we saw Quentin Tarantino’s chin. It happened to be attatched to Quentin Tarantino. Tyson asked him politely “are you Quentin?” to which he replied quite cordially with a “Yes I Am”. Only it sounded like “Yes I Am” had downed neat whiskey a minute or two earlier.
It was a hike up to star bar. I was stupid enough to forget that America actually ID’s people, so i forgot my ID. People congratulating me on my 22nd Birthday kept saying “how old are you now? 20?”, and I suppose my youthful appearance affected the doormans decision to make me trek half a mile back to the car to retrieve proof of my age.

We had a fairly ridiculous day yesterday. The weather was amazing so we made good use of it by blowing $10.46 on dry ice that we stuffed into cheap water bottles in anticipation of decent explosions. Here is a halfway decent explosion.

I was Grand Water Pourer which is a fairly auspicious title as you have to get the water-ice ratio just right if you want an explosion within 30 seconds. We stuffed a 2 Litre 7up bottle with dry ice, shoved it under a large plastic box and expected the bomb to blow the box off. Unfortunately/fortunately, the bottle and box just exploded. It was amazing. shards of plastic everywhere!

I be twenty two! Twenty two and full of delicious Coldstone Creamery Ice Cream Cake (Midnight Delight I’ll have you know) courtesy of Good-Husband! I collected lots of cool loot including a beautiful bunch of lillies, a Borders gift card, and a MASSIVE set of those Sharpies I’ve been desiring for at least 7 months now. Andy is super thoughtful – he always gets me things I would never think to get myself, or things that I would love, but would never go out and buy for myself. He took me out to eat, and then bowling. I scored a 149! It’s a birthday miracle!!!!

I am mildly affronted when someone claims they were Raised in a city (i.e. Seattle) and ‘returned’ to Utah but in reality, were Provo-born, and then moved to a city for their first unrememberable 6 months of life before returning to happy valley. The city-name-drop doesn’t make your music taste any more legit, your culture any more diverse, your life spectrum any richer or your horizons any broader. Face it, you were raised in Utah. It’s really ok.

We made snowcats with icicles for snaggletooths! This goes out to you Grey Cat, and you too White One!

Today, I stopped by the wilk to fax that policy renewal correction in to AAA. I hate faxing from the wilk because a) they charge 50c per page, and b) the staff suck. They are unprofessional and seem to mistake their desks for a gossip bar. Last time I faxed from there, ‘Jessica’ forgot to press send because she was telling ‘Amber’ all about ‘John’. This time, she was ticked off at a foreign student for needing directions and forgot to press send on my fax… again. I responded appropriately considering I was in a time crunch. While the fax was sending (7 pages) I had to endure the following conversation:
Jessica: SO i was like, gosh, as if i cant find the book Atonement
Amber: so like what did you do?
Jessica: called my mom and was like, hey if you see it, buy it and send it to me.
Amber: No kidding, right?
Jessica: And I’m all ‘as if anyone in Utah reads ATONEMENT, its like totally not what utah reads. I bet no ones even heard of it.
I made the following judgements:
Jessica is from California. When she called her mum, her mum picked up her cell during a commercial break between What Not to Wear and an E! Special on Katie Holmes. I also surmise that Jessica was not popular in high school and is trying to make up for it now. I also judged that she would know not art if it hit her in the face with a freeway signpost, but she’d like to think she would.

I realise that I can be really intolerant sometimes.

I can’t tell whether its because this style of conceited, non-intentionally prosaic rambling was in vogue almost a decade ago, or whether its just because it plain sounds lame, but I can’t stand reading people’s ‘about me’ profile sections when they sound something like this:

I breathe. I live. I love. I appreciate. I am equal. I love fairness. I love justice. I hate. I feel. I really can’t tell what bugs me about it.

I forgot to mention that next year will be the last year that we can wear glasses that look like this: