Dreamland.

I wrote a 6 page scene for my english 2010 class. Who knew I could string something out that long? hahaha anyways. here is a snippet. yeah i know. this is only like half of it. i love writing about my patients because it helps me remember them better and how much they meant to me.
The plus is, my teacher is heather's brother in law. so he can't be too hard on me, right?

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As my nursing job was put on hold for the night, I took a quick glance back at Ann lying on the routinely chosen right side of her bed. Her face, dimly lit by the lamplight, lit up with a youthful excitement as Russell slowly hunched over to kiss her dry lips 3 times. Her smile widened as their gaze met when he stood back up. “Hello precious.” He said in his kind, thick Tennessee accent. She reciprocated with a cheery and loving “Hello dear”, in a tone only familiar to him. I quietly made my way down the darkened photo hallway, passing the dated pictures and scenes of past decades. In every photo, they could never part. I couldn’t imagine how they ever would part as age took them down the unknown road ahead.

I reached the family room and quietly cushioned myself into her squeaky green rocky chair as I always did. The fabric was worn from the past 40 years of use, and I tried to get comfortable. I kicked my shoes off and situated myself in the chair, quietly pulling the lever to lift the foot stool up. With careful hands and held breath, I turned on the white baby monitor that fed into her room. I listened through the static only to hear the love story expressed through this routine conversation of 75 years.

“Can I get you some water dear?” He asked.
“WHAT?” She bellowed back at him. Their conversation tone, like always, rose.
“WATER.” Russell enunciated the words and the baby monitor squealed with static and over-bearence. I turned the monitor down. There was a pause, and I knew he had raised the cup to her lips and let her drink out of her favorite silver mug. It didn’t matter that she didn’t remember she wasn’t thirsty. Russell was offering her something, and of course she would happily oblige.

“Oh thank you honey. My mouth was as dry as a stick!” Her southern belle politeness shone through across the radio waves. I heard heavy breathing and knew that Russell must have been exhausted from hunching over her bed and standing up so quickly. There was silence for a moment and I heard a little ‘pop’ recognizing that Russell had just taken the cap off of her much used Chap Stick. Silent still, I knew that he was putting Chap Stick on his wife’s lips for the night so they wouldn’t be painful and cracked when she woke up.

“I think I love you more and more everyday!” Her voice hinted that she smiled so wide that she could hardly get the words out.

“Oh thank you dear, I love you more and more everyday as well.” Hearing the creaks in the floor, I knew he scooted closer for the next sentence. “Well, I love you precious.” He announced sincerely. The next words were deep and meaningful, said with the lingering smile in her voice.

“I love you too darling. You are my life.”
“And you are my life.” He promptly and sincerely replied, inflecting his voice on the ‘my’ that she truly was his whole reason for being. Though I knew I was intruding on something beautiful, in this moment I felt so lucky to witness such a private exchange of words, and tears welled up in my eyes. I heard the switch on her nightstand light click off and listened to the rickety wheels of his walker on the carpet slowly fade away as I knew Russell was shuffling his way down to his room.

“I’ll see you in dreamland!” Her shaky and dated voice was ironically overflowing wish girlish delight, though I knew Russell probably couldn’t hear her. I heard his door shut and let the silence and reoccurring static ring in my ears. I glanced down at my small hands, sitting there in the silence. The bright pink nail polish was slowly chipping away and I could smell the powdery latex film left there from my gloves. Knowing there were hundreds of minutes of the night shift ahead of me, I convinced myself it was appropriate to use a few of them to daydream of future things and remember things long gone. I thought of how far I had come in my short nineteen years of life, compared to the ninety seven Ann and Russell shared. I had so many experiences behind me, but knew without a doubt that after tonight I had so many more to come in the years ahead. Few moments passed, and I finally heard the comforting heavy breathing of my sweet, sweet Ann, signaling to me that she was fast asleep. I smiled and knew that she’d be seeing Russell and herself in decades past, together, in dreamland.

one million and one.

You know when you have those days where you feel like a million bucks?

I had one of those today.

I...

-rocked my red dress i got from H&M.
-bore my testimony in church even though i sounded like a smoker. (due to my cold)
-wrote a missionary a long-awaited letter.
-didn't even cringe when a certain someone walked in my front door. (hooray)
-had a fiesta pot luck with the SD crew. (thanks to OLIVIA)
-nommed on oreo cupcakes
-listened to some great acoustic guitar.(i only like it when people who play know how to sing. if they dont, i imagine punching them in the face. but yes, tonight some people knew how to sing. so no brawls broke out)
-layed around for hours in our church clothes not knowing what time it was.
-talked to an old friend that i often miss.
-suddenly remembered that i'm going to BUBLE in 2 days!!! (MASSIVE SWOON)
-realized how blessed i am and the impact that the gospel has in my life.
-had just a delightful sabbath.



i was thinking how content i've been the past couple days.
and then i realized that i have some amazing people in my life.
and thats the only thing that made everything on that list super awesome.
i'm really lucky to have people in my life who share the same standards, and even share some of the same trials i have.
i'm blessed and for some reason i'm barely seeing just how blessed i am.
so with that realization, i felt like a million and one bucks today.
yahtzee.

hare krishna + hide and seek

• Drove down to provo.



• Jammed out to MJ and Buble.



• Enjoyed the Festival of Colors. I'm so collegey.



• Enjoyed even more that I get 50 points for writing a paper on a huge chalk fight for my 'religious diversity experience'...



• Enjoyed most of all when the leader announced over the loud speaker in his thick, indian accent, "Yes, crowd surf! We like that!"



• Was livin on a prayer, but good ol' one eyed willey the saturn made it home...only died twice on me. (Thanks tay for volunteering to drive with me so your manly assistance would be available if needed...)

THEN..

• We went to a bonfire and ate hot dogs and smores. mmmm.



• Jumped on the tramp like it aint no thing. (don't worry mom. didn't get hurt this time.)



• Played truth or dare, elementary style.



• Came home and played a few solid rounds of Mario Kart. Murdered everyone on Koopa Troopa Beach.



• Headed to the empty, dark, scary TSC for a game of sardines. My friend's cousin locks up there everynight... soooo imagine a massive game of hide and seek in a massive, dark building. it was awesome.



• Saw the tunnel under the TSC where Freddy Crougar lives. Creepy little boiler room that will be in my nightmares tonight. Its fine.



• Got on the roof and had an awesome view of logan.

I'm loving college weekends as of late.

Lady and the Tramp.

Lady+Ozzie

=

Lady and The Tramp/Ravenous wolves that like to bite eachother.

but i swear they secretly love eachother :)

quote of the day

A very wise woman texted me today while i was in the library...
it resulted in a shakefit of silent giggles.

"Boys who want to 'date' with no relationship are basically jerks. They may as well go out with hookers! Anyone who wants to kiss without a relationship is either:

1. Immature

2. A walking health hazard

or

3. In the 7th grade"

oh how i love you, you wise woman you!

baby animals!

ummm...don't be grossed out, because this is AWESOME. in my bio lecture we were learning about genetics and zygotes and bla bla bla. and i saw these pictures. and basically was blown away. it is crazy what technology does now a days!

p.s. baby animal days is goin on next week down in wellsville.

if i don't stay away i'm convinced i'll come home with another pet

:/

quote of the day

"Man. Only at taco tuesday could you run into all three of your ex's."

and

Right after i hugged my friend and told her the perfume she was wearing smelled fantastic..a strange looking man with a leather jacket, yellow shirt and hairy chest stepped infront of me..

"Will you smell me?"
taken aback but without a beat i replied..
"Sorry? I dont think thats going to happen. Please step aside."
afterwards i looked at him and creepily giggled at how odd that scene was.

Today was strange. oh so strange.

ps. i miss seeing random storks fly overhead like we did in san diego on the beach.

and i miss that whenever we would see one, we'd say, "look, a baby is being born!"

or even better, when they came in pairs or even threes, we would excitedly announce that someone somewhere was having twins or even triplets!

once, one of the storks changed paths and left the group of other storks.

as twisted as it was, when we announced, "whoops, miscarriage.."

it seemed appropriate to laugh.

i miss SD and the immaturity of spring break already and i havent even been home for a week. crap.

Introducing: Miranda

i know all of my sisters will thorougly enjoy this.

Sandy Eggo: Fact and Fiction

Fact: I'm in love with southern california, the SD temple, and beach houses on mission bay.
Fiction: I enjoy falling asleep for hours on the beach after i take benedryl. {FAIL.}
Fact: Riding beach cruisers and playing sand volleyball give me extra serotonin.
Fiction: Sleeping with a sunburn keeps you toasty at night.
Fact: I did a fist pump when i saw whales at La Jolla, just like on Free Willy.
Fiction: Persians don't know how to party.
Fact: I face planted into the ocean while running like a baywatch babe.
Fiction: I think tools are super awsome.
Fact: Seaweed makes for hilarious tails.
Fiction: Sand still gets in all sorts of places even with a wet suit on.
Fact: I completed # 37 on my list. Bonfire on the beach.
Fiction: Old Town and salsa dancing is overrated.
Fact: Screaming "SPRANG BREAK!" doesn't get old when you're immature and in college.
Fiction: Sharing a beach house with boys was super tidy and smelled great.
Fact: I wanted to kick the pole dancers we saw at the casino in the face.
Fiction: St. Patty's day drunks are just like any other normal drunks.
Fact: Maybe i'm in love with the fountain show at the Belaggio.
Fiction: Mormons shun you when you show up raggedy to church. (SO fiction.)
Fact: I broke my camera and then fixed it with a blow dryer.
Fiction: I totally used shampoo on a regular basis.
Fact: My new found love is San Diego.

So much..

I'm home from San Diego.

Oh Spring Break..

So much to blog about..

But its already 2 in the morning.

Ah. Tomorrow.

I need to sleep off this sunburn and dream of the past week.

i'm bad.

These are the thoughts that wen't through my head as i suddenly noticed grumpypants highway patrolman lurking on the side of the road...

1. $#^%#$^%#$^%# string of profanities in my mind

2. don't do it. don't come after me. (trying to use my matilda powers..)

3. he doesn't even have lights. he can't pull me over if he doesnt have cop lights. (!?)

4. did 'bad' by michael jackson really just start playing? (giggle giggle giggle)

5. should i cry?

6. why don't i have a red shell to shoot backwards at him!?

6. you sneaky son of a b with your sneaky secret lights.

(humming 'i'm bad, i'm bad, you know it' while giggling as the officer ruins my day.)

fail.

i did tear up. it didn't work.

i did get a ticket.

thanks grumpypants highway patrolman.

i hope a bee flies into your mouth while you're sleeping.

off with your head.

Call me crazy, but i loved this movie. i really didn't think i was going to like it at all. but the 3D was sooo kewl! i felt like i was on acid...which was the goal, right?

and i really felt like i was 5 years old in imanginary-land.

it was awesome and funny and artsy and dreamy and trippy.

tim burton, you are such a creep!

your wife, bellatrix lestrange aka helena bohnam carter, did so well with a big fat heart-head. and johnny depp? you are mad. i love you.

anyways, put your chemically altered glasses on and go see it!

(or just go see it with 3D glasses. whatever floats your boat.)

spring break and also..

so, spring break is in 3 days. thank heavens. i can't tell you how bad i need a beach.

and how badly i need to be away from studying about genetics and statistics and probability and bla bla bla bla. a bunch of us all chipped in and we are renting a beach house in san diego for the week. how sweet is that? super collegey, right? we are stayin in st geezy the first night. then drivin to san diego and staying there for 6 days. then i think we are hittin up vegas on the way back! i've never been on a spring break trip before. so, i'm thuper duper excited. i was hoping i'd have a nice camera by then...but alas, the money fairy swooped into my zions account and kifed a few hundred. dunno where she went with it...but its gone. blast.

so, roadtrip here i come!

also,
friends of the elderly was funny this week. We played bingo. and yes, i was the bingo caller. I asked lavonn if she'd be there next week..and she informed me.. "yes, unless i'm lucky and i die." oh bless her heart.

also,

Lady is fine. back in ktown with my mom. being vicious.

also,

we went to the driving range today. i'm awful. but liv and kris are good.

also,

can i just tell you how wonderful my roommate/bff olivia is? I've been strugging with some things.. and i had an awful day/night and i came home from the grocery store to this:

yes there was dr. pepper, jelly beans, coloring book, sodoku book, a book of wonderful quotes, and yes the bottom of the bucket was full of reeses eggs. she knows me too well. :) she is wonderful. and so loving and such a good friend. aren't i so lucky to have such good friends? I'm so lucky to live with liv and chris and heath. :)

quote of the day

"How could you ever trust a guy with teeth that white!?!?"
-christy marie

skewwwwwl.

So...we took a test in stats.

I got a 59. out of 100. omg.

BUT

in my Social Work theory class...

I got 31. out of 32. giggity giggity goo!

So that means im not completely stupid, right? I average out like..

a c+ student testwise, right?

Whatever. As long as i pass college.

p.s. I apply for my SW program tomorrow.

If all goes as planned.. I'll be accepted in May. Start up in the fall.

Graduate with a BSW in spring of 2012.

And attend the 1-year masters program the following year. SO.

By the time i'm 23...I'll have my Masters.

Cross your fingers.

Hey MAYBE i'll have a Mr. by then.

doubtful.

Happy thursday!

Go bask in Logan Springtime.

Its 40 degrees outside.

I smell SUMMER.

So..

Maybe i left school in a rush today to make my way over the the animal shelter.

Maybe I got my Lady back.

Maybe the woman at the shelter wanted to personally euthinize me because i was back for the 3rd time in one week.

WHATEVER.

Go ahead you mean, mean woman.

You know what i think?

You look like a man. Thats why you work at the pound. THERE. i said it.

There is little Lady!!!

She is super sick though. :(

That frickin animal shelter.

Metal cages no more, Lady!

Bless my mom's heart for being a softy and texting me in stats today...

"I looked up her picture on the humane society, and she just looks so sad. I can't stand the thought of her sleeping in that metal cage with no blankets..."

I'M TAKIN THE DAAWWWGG!