01-15 The Breakfast Club
16-19 Evita (movie)
20-25 Kingdom of Heaven

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http://www.dictionary.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/08/20.html

bruit: To report; to noise abroad.

This past two weeks has just been crazy. It was my turn to work the weekend shift at the pharmacy. That means 2 weeks with no break. Yay. The property management folks finally got their shit squared away and I got the keys to my apartment. Bosse and I starteed moving in what... a week ago? Since I had to work, it took forever. The pharmacy has been crazy, so I've been totally fried when I got off work. I only had a few hours after work to move stuff before I ran out of energy... not that I had much to start with. My cousin Jaquelin is coming to school at UI, so the family decides to come visit Idaho for a week. They kept trying to get me to do stuff with them, further limiting my time for moving.

Last Friday, I packed up and got ready for my road trip. Last minute... I ended up goin to the Tom Petty concert at the Gorge. That was pretty cool. The shitty thing... I got my driver's license stolen. I get back from that show, then head out on the bike. I took Roger's Dyna cuz I didn't want to spend hours on a sportbike. I prolly should have just taken mine, cuz I get better gas mileage, and it handles way better. Anyway... got down to Boise. I spent the night with Conchita n Vogt. That was kinda cool. We screwed around in the morning and watched some videos of mountain lion hunting. I got a late start heading out the next morning. I decided to be all hardcore and to just haul ass... only stopping for gas. (I stopped too much on the way down to Boise.) I was on the road for 11 hours. That's a long trip. I rolled into vegas and then tried to find my way down to the strip. I wasn't too sure where I was goin, and kinda got lost on all those confusing side streets that twist all over. I stopped and called to get a hold of my uncle. Then I called Diane. She just randomly decided to go to Vegas this weekend with her friends too.

I talked to Diane a bit, then tried to find my way to the strip. That was kinda hard, but I got there and found a place to park in Caesar's Palace cuz that is where they were goin. I got lost trying to find my way around that place. I hate casinos. Either way, I call again... and it turns out they shot her down, and they weren't goin to Caesar's Palace after all. I stumbled around and finally found where they were supposed to be at. I spotted Diane and her friend talkin to some french boys that were here to learn english... and get drunk in Vegas. heh heh. I stood right behind her and called... "I think I'm lost again..."

"Where are you at," as she turns around to look for me. It took about 2 seconds until she realized that it was me standing there. That was pretty funny.

We eventually made our way back to the bike, so that we could repark it at Mandalay Bay where she was staying. I took the follow the taxi approach, and took the backroads so that I didn't have to go to the strip again. We parked, then found her room so I could leave all my leather and stuff in there. Apparantly all 6 girls were staying in the same room, and they all packed like they were leaving for a month instead of just a weekend. There was an amazing amount of stuff piled up in there. We found some place to sit and bullshit till she had to leave... which was 5:45 am. ugh. I helped the two girls pack all their shit down to the car and said goodbye.

I then tried to get a hold of my uncle again. His cell phone was off by that point, so I was stranded. I started to make my way down to where I thought he lived.... and stopped for fuel and food. I realized that I'd only eaten some biscuits n gravy at conchitas... and a chicken sammich about 5pm the day before... and that was it. I mowed down my breakfast and finally got a hold of my uncle. I made my way to his place, and we spent the morning talking and catching up. I slept from 10:30 till 4:30. I woke up, took a shower and we went to dinner with my cousin n his buddy. We came back and I crashed out again.

Now I'm stuck here with a mostly dead cell phone. My uncle is at work. Risa is ignoring me, so now I have no place to go when I get to Cali. I'm gonna stay here, then head out early early tomorrow morning, go to my advising interview thingies then probably try to haul ass back to Idaho. I think I can prolly make it from Loma Linda to Boise without dying... maybe. I dunno. Maybe I'll come back to Vegas for a bit, then head home. We'll see.

Anyway... I think I'm gonna go finish doin my laundry, then see if I can find a cell phone charger. Maybe I'll just take a nap instead.

http://www.dictionary.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/08/19.html

aestival: of or belonging to the summer.

I'm looking for childfree folks in the Twin Falls, Burley and Sun Valley areas. I'm a features writer for the Times-News in Twin Falls and am writing an article on people who choose to not have children. Not people who can't have children for medical reasons, or people who plan to have kids sometime in the future, but people who aren't having kids, ever, cuz they just won't want to.

As you can imagine, I'm having trouble finding sources for this one, so I'm turning to LJ in desperation. But if you, or anyone you know, fits this description, please comment and let me know.

Hope you're all having a great day!

Anyone in Boise/Meridian know where I might find some Wensleydale? Almost purely so people can say Wensleydale a la Wallace and Grommit, but also because it's tasty and the Co-op doesn't have it.

Bonus points for telling me where I might find another cheese, this delicious dry and sharp English cheddar, I don't know where it was acquired in the past.

I know, it's the perfect subject with this heat. Later I get to bake, even. woo.

It's not bad that I ate potato chips for breakfast and now am ready to make Rice Krispie treats for lunch, right? Nah, I didn't think so...

20 icons:
08 Gossip Girl
12 Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

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http://www.dictionary.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/08/18.html

knell: the stoke of a bell tolled at a funeral.

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18 The Breakfast Club
04 St. Elmo's Fire (Alec/Leslie -- yes, I still ship them, no matter what an asshole Alec is)
07 Iron Man
08 Harry Potter
04 Van Morrison
10 Doctor Who
08 Northanger Abbey + 01 mood theme



the r e s t

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-secrets_17.html

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people
mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard.





-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 2:12 PM
Subject: Brief Encounter clip on youtube

It happens around 2:21 in this clip (and around 1:10:00 in the movie)





-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 12:23 PM
Subject: "I Torture My Husband's Ex-Mistress"

I have continually made life hell for a man who used and then dumped me unceremoniously over five years ago. It's nothing physical - he lives in another state now - but he's been fired because his employers have received notes from me, his flight arrangements are often cancelled, complaints made to his landlord, his electricity mysteriously turned off.

Reading this card, I have decided to stop, because it made me realize that by not letting go, the only one I'm really torturing is myself.












-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 1:42 PM
Subject: Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut liked to say of Isaac Asimov, though both of them were avid humanists, "He's in heaven now." I think Kurt, too, is in heaven now.






























PostSecret Proposals: Frank's PostSecret Blog on MySpace




My wife and I were recently invited to a Wedding to be held at the American Visionary Art Museum. We don't know the couple. They invited us because of the groom's creative marriage proposal at the PostSecret exhibit and we can't wait to attend.

Here is their romantic story as told to me by Rebecca Hoffberger, the founder of the AVAM.



For people who don't know, most of the secrets are displayed along the side of a circular staircase that gradually rises to the third floor of the museum. As the couple slowly ascended the stairs she read every PostSecret postcard. He knew she would because it had been her idea to attend the exhibit.

What she did not know was that earlier he had made a special arrangement with me to replace the last post card with a special one he had created just for her see.

When they reached the top of the stairs she read the final card, "I don't know if I believe in God, but I believe something Great brought you into my life. If you turn around I'll ask you to marry me. . . "

[Read the rest of this story and watch a video of a live PostSecret Proposal at Frank's PostSecret Blog on MySpace.]

Another PostSecret exhibit is currently on display at the Yeiser Art Center

http://www.dictionary.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/08/17.html

philter: a love potion.

Why don't I paint anymore? Is it some dandy-ish nonsense about lacking inspiration in my life, or is it because I haven't really just sat down and forced myself to start some shit?



I used to be dead certain that I'd be turning out shit like this on a regular basis once I'd graduated MassArt. Sooo wtf.