think differently

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, 

the rebels, the troublemakers, 

the round pegs in the square holes...

the ones who see things differently

--they're not fond of rules...

You can quote them, disagree with them, 

glorify or vilify them, 

but the only thing you can't do is ignore them

because they change things...

they push the human race forward, 

and while some may see them as the crazy ones, 

we see genius, because the ones 

who are crazy enough 

to think that they can change the world, 

are the ones who do."

 -   Jack Kerouac

p.s.

mom, 

do you like how you requested more blog posts, and this is the one thing i decide to write about in months and probably for months?

yours truly, 

me

Trust.

     The other day I won a free massage at a Sizzler dinner held by a chiropractor--which is it's own story entirely.  It turns out Sizzler is still as disgusting as I my 8 year old memory holds.  I know, go figure, right?  But I digress.  This weekend I used my coupon for a free massage, and it was fantastic.  However, there were a few points of the whole process that became really strange for me as I stepped back and imagined the situation from some unfamiliar third party perspective.  When the woman first began the massage she started to small chat with me about school and stuff.  Sure it's just friendly and polite, or whatever, but seriously.  You are lying there, butt naked mind you, going through the basic get to know you questions.  I hate answering all those trite questions in classes or activities.  Shockingly, I found I despise those questions even more when you are laying there au naturel...with a sheet.
     As I should have been relaxing, meditating, or finding my inner chi or something, I instead wondered if the masseuse is ever tempted to grab the clients clothes, rip off the sheet and take off running.  Imagine the entertainment.  Don't judge me for the immaturity of my wandering thoughts.  It is what it is.  But it all made me realize, the masseuse holds so much power in that hour you are there.  Seriously.  You are lying there completely nude, just as the day you were born, trusting that the masseuse won't completely expose you.  Suddenly I realized the masseuse was quietly humming a song under her breath.  As I listened carefully I realized it was Elton John's 'Trust Me.'  Just kidding, she wasn't humming any song, but I realized if I was a masseuse I would burst into a full rendition of the song, dance moves included.  It's just to perfect not to.  I figure to keep things lively, you've got to dangle that power that you hold in front of the client sometimes, taunt them a little bit, just get really obnoxious about it all.  Now that my friends, is how to be professional in your jobs.

"Standing there in front of me, you're naked, 

You can't hide a thing, you've got no choice, 

Trust Me."

If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.

Results of Games

1: Lost - shut out in the first three games.  

2: Lost - shut out in the first three games.  Still yet to get someone from the opposite team out.  

3: Win - due to other team forfeiting.  Played for fun, won our last game.  First time getting others out.  

4: Win - all three.  UNDERDOGS.  

Then they posted the tournament rankings.  We are "Millerball."  

Enough said. 

If you can dodge traffic, you can dodge a ball.

I joined a dodgeball team this semester.  No big deal right?  Wrong.  Dead.  Wrong.  We walk in the gym for our first game, and our opponents are HUGE.  It felt like one of these scenes from Space Jam, as Jenn so eloquently pointed out.

Not only are they huge, but they are warming up.  WARMING UP, hurling the balls back and forth across the basketball court.  All you can hear is the loud smack of the ball hitting their hands as they catch it.  All I can imagine is a bloody face and red welts covering my body.   Sheer terror, let me tell you.  Over dramatic?  No.

Then the time comes to start the game.  First of all, did you know there were official rules to the game?  Besides the basic ones of staying in the court, they ran through atleast 10 others.  Legit.  Second, we find out all these girls on BYU sports teams....golf, softball, tennis, and one other.  This explained why they were huge.  Third, we were down a player because she who shall not be named forgot her ID.  Which was all ok in the end because she was able to sit out and record these gems.  Get comfortable guys, this is really good.  Our first game...all 30 seconds of it...in all its glory.

 Correct me if I'm wrong, but we are pretty amazing.  Clearly.  My favorite part is that the ref yells dodgeball to start the game, we run to get the balls, and then one by one just proceed to walk off the court.  Epic.  Anyways, our next game lasted all of 40 seconds.  But the final game was perhaps the greatest.  Mills was off the court retrieving a ball, and we all got out, so she runs back on with her new ball, looks around and freaks out because she is the only one left.   They very last throw that gets her out is perhaps the best thing ever to be caught on film.  The slow motion, rainbow arch of a throw that makes it so easy for the opponent to catch.  After watching that we upped our technique.

Honesty is the best policy.

enough said. 

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Last night I settled into the library to read up on FDR and Japanese-American internment, when my dream of four years came true. This is how it happened...

Liz (via text message): Wanna tour the motion picture studio? Like now ish?

Me: I am at the lib but i will pack up and leave if its legit. can i come in sweats?

Liz: I love sweats. I can get you in a few min. Just tell me where to be.

The LDS Motion Picture Studio is located in Provo. This is where they film and produce all the church movies. It has been a dream of mine, and no, I am not exaggerating, to go there for four whole years. Maybe five. Dreams do come true...

She promptly got her head stuck in the teeth...

Sound stage, horse hooves. They had different settings to walk on which easily fell into one of two time periods/movie genres. Jesus (dirt) or Joseph Smith (stones...cobble stone, brick, etc.)

Look familiar? Yeah, that's right. Straight from The Testaments...

Of course no tour was complete without a brisk walk through Haun's Mill and Kirtland. Yes, it was snowy, dark, and cold out there. We liked to think it made the experience more authentic.

Thank you Dave, for a spectacular VIP tour and making my dreams come true! Legit.

VIP Tour II - Jerusalem, coming Summer 2011