Dreamin'

I was in the car with my friend Sally who was dropping me off at my house in Phoenix. It was pretty late in the evening. The sky was dark, rolling and studded with lightning. This was no regular Arizona monsoon; it was hurricane-esque. When I arrived at my house my heart stopped when I saw what was waiting. Someone was trying to kill my family. What was it? A KITE with a KEY tied to the roof. Our assassin was trying to make lightning strike the house via the kite so it would explode. Hyperventilating from fear, I Suddenly realized that a huge fiery comet was streaking toward my house. We sped away just as the comet struck, crushing my house. From there everything was chaos. My sister Ellie was pregnant and we were trying to find shelter but everyone was trying to kill one another because the apocalypse had arrived. Think "war of the worlds". Right as I was supposed to die, I woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't go back to sleep.

The importance of this dream is not the nightmarish qualities, but he fact that a kite caused more fear than would bombs/ terrorists. That's all.

I am

I am inspired by: Literature

I always: Shower in the morning

I like Cream of wheat Better than Oatmeal

I never leave home without: Hair tie

I can't believe I: Am graduating next April

I melt: In the Arizona sun

I find myself: Outside

I feel uncomfortable: In wool and nylons

I have decided: To be prepared

I am free when: I skiiii

I can cry: Over movies, books, songs, baby quail.

I will: Go to graduate school

I dream of: Being allowed to play soccer, complete triathlons and snow ski often (back and knees). And touching my toes.

I am digging: Halo by Beyonce

Most of the time I: Talk to someone in my family everyday

But usually: When I'm walking to class

I can't help: That my mouth turns downward, I'm really not frowning

I remain enamored with: Thunder storms, stars and sunsets

I can't: Cope with insects

I adore: Kisses on my forehead

I need: Laughter, endorphins and Love

I want: To be like my mom

It's strange that I: Enjoy cleaning

If I could, I would: Go Everywhere!

I: Am content and very blessed

My pets are peeving me

I have decided that the time has come to write about the life I lead in my back yard. Because I am usually awake for about 15 hours each day with very little to do, I spend a few of them in the pool... by myself. I still can't legitimately swim around, so I just bob around. This has led me to become a bird-watcher. My backyard is really quite interesting between the hours of 11am-1pm:

1. There is a huge raven that owns the spa. Our jacuzzi is higher than the rest of the pool and has a waterfall coming off of the front where birds like to get a refreshing drink in the summer heat. Not so when this beast is around. He won't let any other creature near the spa, and will attack anything that attempts it.
2. A million sparrows hang out in the tree of the neighbor behind me. They enjoy tricking the 'beast'. They work as a team to make him attack one bird while the rest get a sip until his return. Remarkable.
3. For a few days a huge yellow monarch butterfly lived outside. I loved it but it left.
4. I found a tiny red-racer snake swimming in the pool. I set him free in my garden.
5. We have a family of quail living around our yard. There were ten tiny babies to begin with and now there are only 5. This is extremely traumatizing and depressing to me. They are each about 2 inches tall. My dog Harley wants to kill them but I have prevented many attacks thus far.
6. Speaking of Harley, he has a secret life outside. When I am home alone he loves to prance around in the back yard by himself. This strange behavior started a few months ago. He never used to go outside during the summer unless accompanied by a homo sapien. Now he stays out there until he over-heats, gets asthmatic attacks and becomes a tiny oven. So weird.

I hope this is mildly entertaining. Maybe one day I will become a legit bird-watcher, you never know what you will see, even in your own backyard!

Arizona Rain

I woke up late this morning because last night I was with my little brother all night. We did it Sunday night too. Talking, laughing, understanding, hoping, waiting... being us.

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Yesterday we watched a frightful movie during the day so it wouldn't be so scary. Even though I screamed a lot I wasn't really scared. But Matt closed the shutters so it would seem dark. The "dark" prevented us from realizing that outside was mirroring our movie. When it was over we looked outside and it was storming and winding. And the clouds were real dark. In Arizona, the rain smells like heaven does. When liz got here last night with memz, all wet from dancing in our wet heaven, she said "While I was driving, it suddenly started to rain... I saw how it smelled so I rolled down the window". It is clean, refreshing, new, hopeful... when it rains here I always feel those ways afterward. My freshmen year Mom mailed me a sprig of creosote to remember. And I did. I wish you could all wikipedia "creosote", and that they could have the smell attached online so you could really understand Arizona rain.
You. I don't even know who you are apart from a few cousins and liz and emily.
I just made you purple, how does that make you feel?
It's my favorite color- I turned you into something beautiful.
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My house is quiet, the air conditioner is working hard because the rain yesterday made it humid outside. Dad is typing away, and has an auditory signal when he recieves emails. Pretty sure I'll never need one of those. Mom and Matt are driving to LA today. For me, or at least part of me. You see, they are taking my cello over for a "check-up", China left him banged up and he cracked. I can't drive with 'em because I am only at week 4 of recovery....

Someone should invent creosote cologne.

This blog post is really accurate- and therefore I think its beautiful: http://hollyandrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-about-being-campbell.html

Potter, Harry, Potter

I have an announcement to make: I am transferring to Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Forget BYU.

Harry Potter. Joy. Love. Enchantment. Laughs. Tears. All of these can be yours. I just saw Harry Potter 6, the half-blood prince. I loved it. Obviously. I would.

I do have a slight problem with it though: why is the man for me, my true soul mate, Mr. Potter....fictional? Everyone around me is getting married, yet the only men I manage to fall for are the fictional and studly heroes of novels. It doesn't matter what book, or what the protagonist is like....I even had a crush on Dracula when I read his spooky tale. I don't know what this means about me. But instead of lamenting the fact I am going to live vicariously through Ginny Weasley. Peace.

WHAT?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJQVlVHsFF8

It has recently come to my attention that the David Hasselhoff, bay-watch hunk and wonder, is a judge on the TV show America's Got Talent. This completely baffles me. How does a man who produced the video above think himself a worthy candidate to judge talent of any kind? What is our entertainment/ country coming to? For heavens sake! There are ANGELS, floating star wars characters, flights on motorcycles and my personal favorite--a meal of a giant, raw fish.

Drum roll, please...

I know this is what you have been dying to see. Well, here I am, in full glory.

drifting

I've had quite a bit of time on my hands lately. To think. Although you may suspect I don't do it very often, rest assured, I am actively engaged at the present time. I have been laying on my back for 1 week, 1 day. I still have 4 weeks, 6 days left. Among that pondertime I have been dreaming some strange dreams thanks to oxycodine.
You are probably already bored, wondering, "what have you been thinking, and dreaming, sac attack?" I recently finished Beloved, by Toni Morrison. It is beautiful. And deals with slavery, focusing on a loss of freedom in every sense--even the non-ability to love. When they loved, their object of affection was always lost--not even lost, but sold. Their children. Husbands. Minds. Bodies.......everything. But me, how can I relate to this, attempt to reconcile it? I can't, really. But... I can love. My love isn't stolen away from me and sold. It's here. and now. It is solid. And so very real.
Real like my letters from Kandis and Whitney. And my text from Kori, who just wrote to say "I miss you". Like the get-well sunflowers in my room. These friends of mine, they drift in and out of my thoughts. And of my life. So many people.... intersecting with me for a period, then drifting off again. But leaving me changed. I think that is how most everything affects me: the impressions of Morrison, the faint laughter of carmen on the phone. All drifting in my mind, and returning, re-memorying when needed.
I am free.