Whoever decided the longest day of the year was the summer solstice was wrong; I'm pretty sure it's today. So here I am, at work, and I'm completely done with 3 more hours to go. I can't even think of what else to do. Of course I don't want to ask my supervisor, because he'll actually give me stuff to do. But all the useful things I do usually to kill time are done. Hmmph.
I cleaned my room yesterday. I'm talking spotless. It's never been this clean before. All of the pictures and posters came of my walls, and it really just looks so much larger and more empty. The same goes for our entire house. It's really quite depressing. No pictures on the wall, no skeleton in the basement...Instead it is housed in the garage with my tree of cans and my wheel. It's really starting to kick in that I will not have my same roommates in less than a month. Instead my parents will be my roommates. I love them, but it's quite the trade-in. My little sister isn't even moving back home anymore. Instead she's abandoning me for a llama and a fat pig. I think the fact that the apartment was nice and moderately priced even came second to those two factors. More than two, since I believe there are more farm animals than that at this log cabin isolated in the faraway town of Bluffdale, and I'm sad I won't have time to visit more often with work and school happening. Stupid Frogkisser, going with her till the wedding. Good thing Pinkie and Ugly Duckling will still be around. Maybe Tisme too.
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Many of you may be all too familiar with my line of time. It's now almost a week after I started this post. That should explain the date of the post when obviously there was no post at or for quite some time after that particular date. I originally was going to go on to explain the party I think we should have before we move, but alas, we no longer have a kitchen table, chairs, entertainment center, we've lost a couch...Sadly it's just not going to happen with all the packing and cleaning we need to do. But one will happen soon, although I have no idea where. I'm on my way in a bit to take boxes over to my parents house and finish cleaning out my old room for the upcoming months. You should all be delighted to know that I currently have superglue stuck to all ten of my fingers. I had a friend send me a tiki god from Hawaii for my birthday, only she had yet to learn the proper way to package fragile things, so it arrived in more than one piece. The actual god was in one piece, but the stand it came on was not. I procured some epoxy soon after in the hopes of restoring it (even though she did send me another one packaged beautifully at a later time, but which happened to be a different god) and have been unsuccessful in all of my efforts till today. Naturally I had to restore the one that looks as though it's constipated in it's crouching, and yelling, state. Incidentally, and most befittingly, this is the tiki god of love (It's quite a scary looking thing, which I find significant). I just don't understand how they ever fit together in the first place, because for me to get them all together again I had to shave some parts off with a razor, and slightly overlap other places. Total conspiracy. Of course I glued more pieces to my fingers than I did to each other in this process, but overall I was triumphant. So now I can pack it up to use as a bookend with the other one, and move onto actual tasks that are necessary.
So I went to the Beane Museum on Thursday. Mainly we went down to Provo for the omelets, but I hate omelets, so I didn't actually stay for that part. I was seriously exhausted by that point. But you have to love taxidermy. It really was interesting to see all of the different animals, and to flash back to the good ol' moments I had in elementary school when we went there on a field trip. The only part that bothered me were the parts where they looked dead. I do realize they're all dead, but there's something wrong about looking it. William of course was right at home, since that's basically what most of the rooms in his house look like. It really is amazing he hasn't been pummeled for bringing a skinned cougar down to BYU with him, especially with the roommates he has. My little sister managed to cut herself with one of the shark teeth for sale at the gift shop. She has a weird affinity towards sharks. We still need to go down to the candy factory, as it was closed by the time we got there, but that will be an adventure for another day.
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I don't know how someone can't like omelets. The omelet Nazi yelled at Will and everything, it was great fun.
I don't like eggs that aren't cooked on both sides. Even though I realize the heat travels through layers to cook what's inside, I can't handle the fact that it never touched the pan. As for Will, who doesn't yell at him?
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