"The Automat" by Edward Hopper. I saw this picture at the Tate Modern last summer, and it is the only work of art which has just made me cry on the spot. In a lot of ways, this picture illustrates what this semester is to me. 

The Waltz

I just watched Before Sunrise and Before Sunset: very enjoyable.

For memory's sake if I get to Paris this spring:
Le Pure Cafe
14 Rue Jean Macé
75011 Paris

You take the metro to the Charonne station in the 11eme arrondissement and Rue Jean Mace is just around the corner from there.

"If you ever feel neglected..."

Yesterday, Chris demeaned my way of life, and basically told me that everything I'm working towards with my theatrical aspirations, is worthless. He apparently has no respect for the choices I have made with my life, and deems his life far more important. It really hurt me, which I told him. But will he apologize? Of course not. Christopher is always right. I'm waiting for an apology I will never hear. I know that Chris and I are as different as two people could be, but it always hurts more from family for some reason.

Then tonight I went to see Katie's "The Rainmaker", which turned out to be much better than I expected. She has come a long way from 124, and has obviously worked really hard on this production. I'm so proud of her. The show is really good in itself, I totally relate to Lizzie, the protagonist. If only I will be able to find love. It looks so doubtful.

I allowed myself to like this guy. And, through conversation, I discovered that he liked someone else. Being the stupid person that I am, I encouraged him to date this other girl. I of course couldn't be too obvious that I liked him. Tonight he was giddy about the time he spent with her last night, a kiss she gave him on the cheek, the fact that she came tonight, and that they were going to hang out later. I pasted a deceiving smile on my face and expressed how great that was for him. He was so happy about it, and admitted how sappy he was, and I wished with my entire being that he was behaving that way because of me. I guess I'm a tragic hero in the world of love as well. I am such a romantic, and want to be in love so badly. I dream about it, long for it, cry about it. But I am doomed never to get it.

I dedicate this song to myself, and realize that this is the second demon-related song I have posted:

"Everything's Not Lost" by Coldplay

If you ever feel neglected,
If you ever think all is lost,
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything's not lost,
Everything's not lost.

When I'm counting up my demons,
There's always one for everyday,
With the good ones on my shoulder,
I drove the other ones away.

If you ever feel neglected,
If you think all is lost,
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything's not lost.

When you thought it was over,
You could feel it all around,
Everybody's out to get you,
Don't you let it drag you down.

'Cause if you ever feel neglected,
If you think that all is lost,
I'll be counting all the demons, yeah,
Singing out yeah,
Everything's not lost...



I also long to be in London at this very moment. So desperately. I've been reading Jenna's blog, which has spurred this desperate desire. I've never been so unhappy for so long. I feel like running away to Europe could solve all my problems. For a little while at least.

"Some girls, they have natural ease..."

I am one of the most awkward people I know around guys. Why must I live with this curse? Why can't I at least just be myself around guys, even if I still can't flirt? I ask myself how I will ever actually start dating someone if I can't behave normally around him. So many questions, doubts, and ultimatums have been pressing on my mind and constricting my spirit lately. And I can't even blame society. Sure, you could say that these questions spring from the structure our American/Mormon culture has placed on my ideas of how my life should be. But I honestly think that I would think these same things if I were oblivious of the way my life is "supposed" to be going. Love is such a natural and ultimate need. I desperately call out for help. I know I'll get it because I have to to hope to get it. But it most likely won't be in the form I desire.

There are many challenges and trials which people have to deal with in life. But if I weren't living it, I wouldn't imagine how debilitating the lack of social skills could be.

Je souhaite que j'aie de l'amour. En français, toutes les choses sont plus dramatiques.

Du Paix et de l'Amour pour tout le monde.

Officially an Adult

I'm old. And feeling unusually lonely. Which perhaps may be occurring due to the unusual imminence of Valentine's Day, or the copious amounts of Gilmore Girls, season 1 which I've been voratiously watching.

My birthday has definitely turned out better than I expected. Amy, Travis, and Luke drove into town just to come to my birthday dinner, despite snow on the mountains, which was really nice. It meant a lot to me. I received unexpected gifts, received many birthday salutations, and found that one of my dreams has come true: there's a cafe in Provo which has the right atmosphere + decaffeinated products for Laura to buy in large amounts. A haven in the conservative environs of Utah.

I experienced my first blind date, which wasn't great, but it wasn't intolerably horrible either.

And now I must go plunge myself into additional Valentine's celebrations. I can't wait for the day when Valentine's means more than an optimistic, trying to distance my loneliness, let's celebrate love in general day.

I hope this next year treats me well.

Down with love, the root of all midnight blues...

Usually I love Valentine's Day, the celebration of love, with only a hint of longing for a love of my own. This year, Valentine's is treating me kind of harshly-- sad. But, as I say every year, maybe by next year...

As procrastination has reared its ugly head yet again today, I'll yield to its niggling ways. I have a D&C paper due, a simple one, applying the D&C to my major. So why do I leave it until 12:30? I don't know. But I'm tired of this semester. I need to strike out, pounce on something new and exciting. Nothing exactly presents itself. I stooped to joining one of those websites which people use to find other lonely people, looking for dates, or sometimes just friends. It was amusing for a while, but the desired quality here is someone I can actually see and touch.

At least I'm not feeling extremely depressed anymore. Just bored and slightly unsatisfied with my present life. The tv has been turned on far too often lately. I'm not even that excited about my birthday, which is very unusual. I am excited to find a house to live in for next year. I hope Katie likes the one I have in mind.

I'm going on my first blind date this weekend. I'm apprehensive.

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall...

She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anemia.
. . .
In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.

--Ezra Pound, from "The Garden"


This weeked I got food poisoning, which was horrible. But you know you're really an actor when you go through something awful, and while you're vomiting you're thinking "Remember how this feels, I can use it!" I am now quite a bit behind on my schoolwork, which is not pleasant.

Stephen Dietz came to rehearsal tonight, which I was a bit worried about. But he was really nice, and gave us some really great comments which the cast, and crew, really needed to hear. A couple of my favorites: "These people aren't living in a moment in history-- they're living." "I've written a lot of closures into this play, which was my mistake. But in life, people don't have closures, they just keep moving on." That second one was paraphrased quite a bit.

Chris Clark read my palm today, which was quite interesting. Here's what he read: I had a pretty happy childhood, until about 10 or 11, at which time, something happened which caused me to split myself into two. I'm still that way, and will continue that way until about 25, at which time something else big will happen. It's not necessarily something bad, perhaps it's the birth of a child. I've already met the man I'm going to marry. (what?!) And I'll get married in a few years. I'll have two kids (a bit surprising...) Education is very important to me, and I will get my Masters degree. When I'm 40, someone close to me will die, though it won't be a child or my husband-- perhaps a parent. It's important to me to be taken seriously, I'm concerned about Global issues like hunger, war, etc. I have a mean streak, though I hide it. I will have one main profession, probably motherhood, and I will feel fulfilled by it. I will have something on the side though, which could be acting. I will die at about 75, and I'm going to go crazy. My husband won't die (meaning he'll be here at the 2nd Coming).

In what I can tell presently, it seems pretty accurate. Crazy. But if I really have met the man I'm going ot marry, what is the holdup? Chris learned how to read palms on his mission, he knocked on the door of an old gypsy woman who taught him and his companion after they taught her the first discussion, though she wasn't interested in joining the church.

Tomorrow: big catchup day. D&C, fail me now.

I want to get in a helicoptor, and just keep going up forever...

I have refrained from posting for a while, because if I had it would have been emotional regurgitation and very self-indulgent. I didn't want to go there with this. I've tried to distance myself a little from my emotions. I tried to really experience them for a while, just to have that experience to draw from as an actor. But heaven knows that everyone who's acquainted with me is sick to death of my turmoil and depression. For a while there, it was a little scary. I almost felt clinically depressed; I just wasn't myself. But I'm getting back to normality, and getting some perspective. It's been hard, but hopefully in the future I can look back and realize what I learned from this experience and why that was important. I think that I can honestly say this is my worst semester so far. It just kept getting worse and worse. I'm still not completely happy with my situation, but I can get through it. Hopefully, I'm just paying my dues.

This semester, I have a lot of extra time on my hands, which is odd. It's not as enjoyable as I would have thought. I mostly feel like I'm wasting my time. I need to take up jogging or something, instead of watching shows on tv which are really not stimulating in any way. I feel the need to invest my whole self in some artistic thing-- but there's nothing immediately available. I feel oddly disconnected and undriven in school. I'm not really passionate about any of my classes.

I'm grateful for 'Cymbeline'. It gives me a means of escape. It's just fun. I spend five to six hours every Tuesday with some really interesting people, and hopefully opening up some children's eyes to theatre. This is hard to believe, since I- who loves theatre so much- was never much inspired by any of the groups who came to my school. The first time I remember having a really passionate response to theatre, thinking that this is something I would love to do with my life, was during a touring company production of Les Miserables. It may actually have been seeing The Secret Garden at the Kennedy Center, but I barely remember anything about that experience.

I desparately want this semester to be over, so I can fly away to England. It's going to be a little hard to not wander away on my own I think. I generally like to be around other people, but I feel this intimacy with London, and England in general, which I could totally experience with Sylvia and Logan. But at this moment in time, I don't know other people who will have that same intimacy, and I think I'll want to tryst with England on my own once in a while. On the other hand, I'm really excited about the people I will meet and grow closer to because of this experience, and I'm sure I'll be hanging out with people who love England as much as I do.

Sylvia's leaving on Tuesday morning. It's going to be sad to not have her here. I'm excited for her to move on with her life, and to take the world on. But I loved having her here, someone that I could be totally honest with, and who was one of the most supportive people I've ever known. At least we have Verizon, so we can talk for free whenever we want.

It's my birthday soon. When New Year's, my birthday, or the beginning of another school year roll around, I always wonder what's going to happen in the next year, reflecting on my past year. A lot has happened. I'm a little scared about what else will happen. And I wish there was a "next year in the life of Laura" preview that I could watch.

Another day, I'm still not dead.

We were cast in "Handing Down the Names", and I got a crappy part. I cannot put into words how sad/disappointed/frustrated I am. Suffice it to say that Friday night was my worst in a long time. I don't think I've ever cried so hard. This semester now looks pretty sucky since I have to put so much time into this production which I love so desparately, but which I can't actually contribute to that much. I am so sad.

Moving on, I'm also taking four classes and am in the travelling Young Company production of "Cymbeline". Not much to talk about there, except that Musical Scene Study really scares me.

I'm still in numb-- trying not to feel how hurt I am-- mode. This is a big reason why it's hard for me to get emotional onstage: in my real life, rather than feeling the hurt, I detach. It's the only way I know how to deal with it.

Resolutions:
Be tidier around the house
Don't spend money on food besides my groceries
Be super frugal
Be more active

I'm doing pretty well with the money side of things, except for the sushi dinner I allowed myself yesterday since the weekend had been so sucky. Sundance was also pretty much sold out when we went to get tickets yesterday. I hung out at Trevor's house on Saturday night though, and we listened to the Flaming Lips' four cds (Zaireeka) simultaneously, which was awesome.

At this moment, I feel like my life kind of sucks. I know that there are many parts of it which are incredible, which I don't fully appreciate. But there are also several areas which suck. But I keep on living, and I will just try to deal.

"Harold and Maude" was my therapy of choice last night. That movie is amazing.

"Every living creature on this earth dies alone."

Donnie Darko. Still confusing. Still intriguing.

I'm home. Good old Ro-cha-cha. I survived finals week, flying by the seat of my pants. (Whenever I use that phrase I think of the Lorax.) I actually still haven't done a paper-- and I don't know if that's going to affect my grade or not. I need to suck it up and do the responsible thing which is to call Barta. My acting muscle is tired, and I'm actually glad I don't have to act at all for two weeks. And I seem to forget, every time that I'm homesick, how stressful home can be sometimes. Of course it's the worst right before Christmas when my mom has a million and one things to do and not enough time, energy, or motivation to do them. She's the kind of person who needs everything done exactly the way she wants it done, and so it's very difficult to help her. But it's still really nice to be home. To be rooted in one spot, not flying from class to meeting to rehearsal and so forth. And my sisters are starting to come home again which is really fun.

Good news: I got into "Handing Down the Names"! The audition process was not very enjoyable, but our cast is amazing. I think this is going to turn out to be a great piece to be involved in and I'm really excited about it. We still don't know what parts we will be playing though-- Bob will decide those after a couple of rehearsals. Prolong the torture, I beg of you.

So I saw Severin. Now it's a risk writing this because I have no idea whether he still reads my journal or not, but even if he does I'm just being honest. I'm a little hurt because I cared so much about him, wrote him for two years, etc. and he doesn't seem to care about me at all. Now, I know a mission is a huge, life-changing thing. I know it's going to be hard to transition back to real life. But I was so excited to see him, so happy to have one of my best friends back in action, and he barely even looks at me. I should try again, I should invite him to do something. But I am hurt by his nonchalance and indifference and I just don't feel like putting all of the effort into our friendship. Perhaps I've been spoiled by my close relationships at school where we really care for each other and we show it, but I was hoping for a little more happiness in seeing me.

I had two dreams last night which made me really happy: a variation upon two common themes. I was engaged and I was travelling to Napoli/Paris.

Bob was also in my dream. I was yet again trying to have an intelligent conversation with him which would impress him as to my intelligence and passion for living. Why doesn't he send out the Study Abroad acceptances? I'm pretty sure I'm getting in, but it would be nice to be concretely sure.

I warn any of you who may be reading this: 'House of Flying Daggers' is not nearly as good as 'Hero' are as the reviewers say. 'Spanglish' is much better than they say. 'Donnie Darko' is better with the director's cut, clearer to understand, though it would still require multiple viewings.

Ah yes, I've been home since Saturday, but the only two Pittsford people I've seen are Severin and Amanda. There was a get-together at Kavita's house last night which I was quite upset I couldn't go to. I didn't call anyone to make sure they knew I wasn't spurning them. It was my mom's birthday, and Lindsay and I had already agreed to a get-together/ fellowshipping [?] party which was last night. Quite frustrating. I'll have to see them all a Lot next week I guess, but I'm just really sad I missed out.

Peace and Love.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

Virginia Woolf, reiterated by the amazing Julie Glover. I feel priveleged to know this girl. She moved me to tears today, with one simple, but never just simple, paragraph:

"So, write yourself something, in songs, in poems, in rants or dance, with brushes, equations, paints or blushes, black and white or color splashed, just give yourself something that isn't so sad, that isn't so ill-willed, just for a single moment, just try to be happy with your own skin, with your own thoughts, with your own experiences, just to see how it feels."

Julie is one of the most intriguing, complex, amazing people I know. I hope I don't lose touch with her. That entry meant a lot, the last part especially connected, though I don't know if it was more for her close friends at school.

Our highschool clan has grown apart. I knew it would happen. But it's sad just the same. Simultaneously, it's the way things are. At least we still hang out when we're home, it's not like we won't speak to each other. And I still care about them deeply. It's harder to say what they feel about me since we hardly ever talk-- but I am just as much at fault in that area as anyone else. I just remember at the end of senior year when we loved each other so much and I dreaded with my whole being the day when we wouldn't be as tight as that. But it's here, and I'm still living. And hopefully when I'm home in a few weeks, I'll remember this and take as much time as possible with them. Because they're amazing people.

It's a Badly Drawn Boy day.

The last few weeks of school are always rough-- but why do they always feel like they're the roughest they've ever been? At least I'll be prepared this semester with my proficiencies monologues. I'll be desparately glad to fly away home again. I feel like I haven't been there for ages. Though it will be so weird to not see Sylvia or Logan for two weeks.

Severin's coming home on Thursday, which is incredible. These past two years have flown by, but I feel ages older. I'm not just a different shade, but almost a different color. Almost. I feel... relieved that Severin will be back. It'll be interesting to see how our friendship will be different, and to see how much is still the same.

It's also a cocoa day.

Peace and Love.

The photograph of Maude which inspired "Somewhere in Time". 

It's in my genes.

I got an email tonight, forwarded from my uncle, Nicholai Sorensen. It's freaking amazing:

"I've been looking for material on Maude Adams lately, the cousin of great-grandmother Beulah Adams [that would be two greats for me]. There's surprisingly little in print, given that a hundred years ago she was perhaps the most popular actress in the US, and that the play "Peter Pan" was written with her in mind. Anyhow, one can find interesting things on the web. For example, apparently Alphonse Mucha did an oil of her as Joan of Arc, to be used as a theatrical poster. The original oil's in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I'd never seen it before, and was fascinated. Apparently Maude (who never married and has a kind of lesbian following, although there's nothing to indicate any leanings in that direction for her) was the original inspiration behind the turn-of-the-century actress character played by Jane Seymour in the 1980 movie "Somewhere in Time." Richard Matheson, who wrote the novel the movie was based on, saw a photograph of her in Virginia City (one of the frontier towns where her stage career started) and had an intense reaction to it. So Maude never had children, and her cousin Beulah wasn't nearly as attractive, unfortunately for us. One of the reasons the memory of her has largely disappeared was that, unlike her rival Ethel Barrymore, she did not move into movies, although I'd hope that somewhere there's some footage of her performing. I note that she did have a penchant for cross-dressing roles (starting this business of females playing Peter Pan, and she played males in a number of other productions). Maybe that's what attracts lesbians. I find her quite interesting, too."

Katie's convinced we were absolutely meant to be friends since Peter Pan is her favorite children's story. I am just thrilled to know this bit of family history. I'm totally naming my daughter Maude. And I'm doing some research.

I should stop wasting your time.

Today was an odd mixture of excitement and disappointment. At the moment, curled up in my bed with the second Romeo + Juliet cd playing the Desiree song on repeat, secluding myself from the world, I am extremely disgruntled. And I'm not sure why, so I can't fix it. All I know is that I want to secede from my life just for tomorrow. Not that tomorrow is extremely horrible, I'm just tired, and all I want to do right now is take some time off.

Today I read a play which I love, "Handing Down the Names" by Steven Dietz. I had decided that I wanted to audition for "Family", which David Morgan is directing, but after hearing Morag rave about the Dietz play last night, I decided to check it out. I love it, and I really really want to be a part of it. Bob is directing, which is unfortunate, but hopefully it will still turn out ok. The play really spoke to me, perhaps because of Family History, which I'm taking this semester. So that was my excitement of the day-- I skipped Family History so I could continue reading. I also chose my monologue for the Cymbeline audition.

Then I went to Bus Stop, where I just don't want to be anymore. I don't like this backstage work-- maybe I could enjoy makeup or costumes, but this dresser work is boring. At least I'm there with people I like. It sounds like "A Generation Raised in Propriety" is going to be shut down, which makes me extremely disappointed, frustrated, angry, and any other synonym thereof. I'm still really not in a good place with Kevin, which is kind of wearing on me. I don't like being upset with people, it's very disrupting. But I think it's definitely his place to set things right, I already tried.

Disappointment (Dogville), after disappointment (Generation). Hopefully the next disappointment won't be Handing Down the Names.

I have a lot of homework to do. Instead I'm doing this. Not a good sign.

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent , bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did the sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

~Wordsworth


I want to be in London today.

Welcome November

"and that’s why i have to go back
to so many places in the future,
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over rocks and clods of earth,
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road."
—pablo neruda

"People always say you should be yourself...

...like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster, or something. Like you can know what it is, even. But every so often, I'll have like -- a moment, where being myself, and my life right where I am is, like, enough." ~Angela Chase (My So-Called Life)

Life is good. I'm pretty concerned about fitting in "Bus Stop" stuff as well as "A Generation Raised in Propriety" stuff. They kind of cancel each other out. But I think things will work out. We're going to rehearse on Mondays for "Generation" which is good. I quit my job because I realized it was madness to even attempt to do my two shows plus work and a job. But now I truly am moneyless, which is a concern.

Today I had to to my 2nd preview in Acting Classics for "All's Well that Ends Well" as well as my final performance of "Comedy of Errors". I was a little worried. But I think it turned out ok. My comedic scene certainly seemed to, and I didn't horribly humiliate myself with the 'tragic' one.

There really isn't that much news to record. Just that things with Katie are much better now, my theatre group of friends is going to start doing FHE on sunday nights, I continue on with schoolwork, and I saw "Garden State" for a third time on Saturday. It made me cry again. It just connects. It was so autumnal today. I woke to the sounds of pouring rain and swished up the hill, lugging my abnormal amount of stuff for the day, with my mittens curled around the handle of my umbrella. It was a cocoa day.

Love.

Will you know you've been deceived?

My words confuse you
My eyes don’t move a blink
Cause it’s easier sometimes
Not to be sincere
Somehow I make you believe
Believe

When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt

Honest is easy
Fiction is where genius lies
Cause it’s easier sometimes
Not to be involved
Somehow I make you believe
Believe

When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt

~"Demon" by Guster

This song is so in sync with my life right now. I feel rather dramatic. But it's true. Things are a little strained, but it's because of me. I have problems, which I need to leave behind. I just don't want to have to be the one. I'm definitely behaving the demon right now. It must be difficult on her part too. At least she's getting what we both want though. I just have to continue without, as always.

Today pretty much sucks, but only because of my emotional submission. I pretty much just have to suck it up, and realize how great my life is right now. I have awesome friends who care about me, I'm taking awesome classes, I have a means of earning money, and I'm in a show. All great things.

Nevertheless, Guster's 'Goldfly' is the music of choice today. My angry, frustrated music. What would I do without you? I think my new cd of Rachael Yamagata would lead me to tears. I would prefer to stay with angry.

Love is all around.

I slept preposterously late today, which was heavenly. Guilt-inducing though. I did a leetle bit of homework, then grocery shopping with Sylvia (I have so much food!) and went to Morag and Kyle's birthday party, which was way fun.

A couple of weeks ago we went to the birthday party of Kimmy, whom I don't really know. She's in the TMA department, and apparently casts a lot of the films which come out of it. Logan and Sylvia know her, which is why I was there. But it was at her house, and we walked around it, and I looooved it. I have this great feeling about it, and I feel like I need to live there. I just keep thinking about it, randomly. So, Kimmy was at the party tonight for a bit, and I just asked her about next year, and she offered me her room. It is apparently the best room in the house, but I'll only get it if I live there for Spring and Summer as well. That's the only downfall, you see. I'm hopefully going to be in London in the Spring, and Lindsay had said I could just live at her place in the summer since she's going to have to pay for it anyway, but would be at home for summer. Thus making my living conditions in Provo free. But maybe it will just be worth it. And I would have someplace to stash all of my stuff. I want to go see this room.

We played a game tonight called Bad Poetry, akin to our poetry game of bygone days in cafes. For a short period of time, we all just write, and then we switch poems, read them, and we have to figure out who wrote them. After a couple times of this, we decided to write poems about everyone who was there. The name I drew was Logan, and I totally could have written a better poem about him, but it was a short time, ah well. Gabe wrote mine. He is Morag's fiance, and we really don't know each other well at all. But he was involved in Fringe and we've both been hanging out simultaneously at Logan and Kevin's a couple times. I love the poem he wrote about me though:

innocent glass reflecting the
secrets, the ones that nobody
know. Safe in the bright a
happy halloween tonight and
time that reflect my passion.
Wait.
Think and ponder.
What is real, and what is not.
Love is all around.

I love hanging out with this group of people. And I'm opening up about things really easily. They're totally safe.

I love it.

Friday night exhaustion

I think it's depressing that I can't enjoy my friday nights as I used to, because now I'm so tired. As I left Acting Classics yesterday, I was struggling to hold back yawns and keep my eyes open. Once we got to the mall I was better, especially when I got my ears pierced on an impulse. I had thought of it yesterday in Vocal Technique, and Sylvia was totally behind it, so we went to the mall and got it done. I have little stars in my ears now, which must remain for six weeks. Then I can start having fun with dangly earrings etc. We also examined many shoes, went to Wal-Mart to get some betta fish as birhday presents, and bought a couple of cds at Media Play. Sylvia now has Rachael Yamagata, and I have the new Badly Drawn Boy which we can burn and trade. Then we went to a bachelorette party, at which I of course fell asleep. I'm sure I wasn't very interesting to be around because most of the time I was half-asleep on my feet. But I slept very very late today, so tonight I can have some good fun at Kyle and Morag's birthday party. Huzzah.

I should be paying attention to General Conference.