#140 - digestive disgrace

What a terrible night for eating! I wasn't really hungry tonight and just wanted small munchies. I decided to try popcorn chicken for the first time. Apparently, spices are needed, because I just dipped bits of chicken in egg and then in flour and deep fried it. Very gross. I couldn't even cook my third batch and didn't eat the second batch. SPICES I NEED! After that I wanted some delicious liquid in my mouth, so I opened the fridge and noticed I had some chocolate milk in the fridge. I took a swig and what do we find? Tangy bubbly SPOILED! Super gross; I had even swallowed a lot. I tried to immediately over compensate with all the good tasting, easily accessible things in my fridge: grape juice, carrots and chocolate frosting. I felt sick.

crispy flour egg chicken + sour chocolate milk + grape juice + chocolate frosting + carrots = why did I even bother getting my flu shot last week if I'm just going to kill myself anyway.

I would like a crepe with fruit now please. Thank you.

#139 - studio 209

My decorating and moving furniture phase seems just about over. It's not big, by any means, but it's a perfect tide-over for the next seven months. It's comfortable, smells good, and all mine! This is me: nestled and settled in...

#138 - deep and dark

Last weekend I went adventuring again! There seems to be only a few more adventure days left, as the weather is getting crisper and wetter. I went with 17 new friends to "Smith's Crack" about 30 minutes outside of Boise. I really love caving! Being inside the earth, in such a dark, hidden place... it's very exhilarating. I love climbing around and discovering new tunnels and crevices. My brother is, hopefully, on the verge of finding a sweet new cave in Washington, which I will be excited to explore with him.

I think the trickiest cave excursion I've had thus far was called the "Birth Canal" (it wasn't in Smith's Crack). It consisted of a tube, roughly 200 yards long. You had to have your arms above you, because of the tightness (laying down, there was a wall inches from your nose, and inches from the left and right sides of your body). To get through, you had to methodically move your heels, knees, butt, back, shoulders, head, repeat. You inch-wormed your way through to a 90 degree corner, which opened up into a small room. After hanging out in there, you went back, inching along. Once you reached the end of the tunnel, you had to hang down, head first for about 5 feet, until you could reach the ground with your hands and hand-stand your self free. GIVE ME MORE!

#137 - girls are weird

There's no denying, I am a girl - through and through. I've got the emotions down to an art, for starters. Two summers ago, I went with the Siemers on their Oregon Coast trip. During one of the rainy nights, Sami and I cozied up in one of the yurts and started watching "An Affair to Remember". It was the first time I had seen this Cary Grant classic and didn't know what to expect. Through out the duration of the film, I was verging on tears because of the connection and romance between the two main characters. It wasn't until the end, the very last scene, that I broke down in tears, "Run to her! She loves you! She can't get up! UGH!" I remember Carolyn (mom Siemers) came in during that highly emotional scene and laughed at my obvious girlish tendencies. I was home one night, cooking, and decided to put on a movie in the background. It had been over a year since I had scene the movie, so I had it playing, but wasn't paying much attention. I wasn't invested in the story this time and was more focused on my baking. With it finishing in the oven, I sat on my bed and watched that very last scene. Within seconds, I was in tears, my heart instantly warmed when I saw their love and relief.

It reminded me of a time, when I had just started high school and went to my grandma's house after school. I had started the movie "Dead Poets Society" and was already to the climactic scene. Tears were streaming down my face when my mom arrived to take me home. I composed myself, took the movie home, immediately popped it in our VCR and instantly, the tears were flowing as if there wasn't a 15 minute intermission.

I remember teasing my mom when I was young about how she cried all the time, at things I wouldn't even feel that emotional about. As history proves, in this aspect for sure, I am turning into my mother.

#136 - the future

While I was in college, I thought about the future, but not with a lot of worry because, well, it was the future. When romantically fantasizing with girlfriends, everything seemed so magical because, it was the future. We are starting a new computer system at work and received training the other day. If a key component was missing, we would bring it to their attention, and they would inform us that it was to come in the next upgrade. When is it going to be released? In the future. Whenever I see something fancy or cool, I call it, "The Future".

It's hard to tell if this fantasy is solely based on movies: depicting the future as this great and wonderous time, when things you desire are brought to pass, the girl gets the guy, technology allows us to fly and have the world readily available at our fingertips. It's a time of complete possibilities, no limits or boundaries. If something is unpleasant now, it will be perfected in the future. But if it's always in the future, when will the future be my now?!