"I hate you!"

Or that was my brothers line this morning. Apparently he had a dream that he and I were fighting demons. But that wasn't why he "hates" me...my weapon of choice? A shotgun. I left him with the kitchen knife: My poor brother, but like I'm not going to pick the weapon of prominence. And doesnt he think I won't cover him!! 'Cause I will.

This sounded too close to my night. . .

The Land of Moonlit Magic

You are a siren of the Land of Moonlit Magic. The
moon is your goddess and you follow her with a
mystic eye. You stare up the night sky and
question the world. You are inquisitive and
that is wonderful. You feel most comfortable in
the night air under a cloudless sky. You thrive
under the moonlight.


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My autonomous date on the beach. . .

The perfect end of the day was sitting on the beach tonight. (Even if I was by myself.) It was very relaxing to listen to the waves and feel the breeze on my face. I love living in Southern California!

So far this weekend;

Today we went to the shooting range. I shot a .22 and a .38. My aim is not half bad. . .

Me/Frank


Lindsay/Jam-o

Friday night I went with some of debate team members to go see Walk the Line. Jason, being a huge Johnny Cash fan, was skeptical about how well the film would portray his hero. Well, not only did Jason approve but the film was very well done. Juaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon were great, some of the best chemestry I've seen on screen in awhile. This movie was a little erie for me because within the first 20 minutes of the film a character dies in a way that I had previously dreamed about one of my friends dieing about two months ago. It was an awkward memory of the nightmare. Otherwise the film just reminded me how attracted I am to the greaser look. . .

My Newest Art~Work

Per a conversation that I had with a friend recently, I have decided that it's about time I start drawing and painting, etc, again. So here are my first two attempts last night:

I used to draw mountains all the time. . .

I don't know who this is, but I like it.

I think it needs to be inked though, pencil doesn't seem to do it justice.

Speech/Debate Tournament #3

This weekend I won a 4th place in finals for extemporaneous speaking!!!!

(That's when you are given 3 questions and 30 minutes to prepare a 7 minute speach answering any 1 of the proposed questions using your prepared newspaper/media articles)

I didn't expect to break in extemp considering I still have had no formal training and it was only my second time competing in that type of speaking...I was in shock when Jam-o told me. And I was very nervious during finals. Only Frank came to watch me, which was perfectly ok with me. We'll see how much better I can do next time.

Here's a few pics of the team:

J3 (that's my new nick~name), Frank, and Lindsay

Jam-o and Allison

Jason, Jam-o, and Frank (furthest to nearest)

Mac (and Jason's arm)

Hannah

Allison, Hannah, and Lindsay

My Gyro, Your Gyro...So I Forgot To Label It!!!

Yesterday I met Lindsay for lunch. (Well, we also dropped her car off to get the brakes checked and I stoped at my bank and took care of the check card situation.) But anyway, we went to George Burgers. I love that place! I bought myself a gyro and Lindsay and I shared chili cheese fries. I took most of the gyro home thinking, "I'll have it for lunch tomorrow while I'm doing research". Fat chance!! Dad got to my gyro before I did. What did I do? I called him on it, literally. I called him at work to yell at him. What was his response? "It didn't have your name on it. The rule is if youdon't want anybody to eat your food you have to label it." And truthfully, that is the family rule. So technically I can't be mad. But I really really wanted my gyro. . .

The Governator

Today I went and saw my governor (Arnold schwarzenegger) speak. After standing around for about an hour and a half or so he only spoke for maybe 15-20 minutes. His comments were very brief about this elections propositions. I'm not sure what I was expecting but I figured it was worth the experience of hearing him speak in person. (Thanks Sean for letting me know about it and for driving to the event.)



While we were standing in line to the hanger, where our Gov would speak, Warren Beatty and Annette Bening showed up right behind us. The press and others surrounded them to see if they had anything interesting to say. After deliberating between Sean and his dad we decided to check it out. I was standing right next to a Fox6 reporter as she held her microphone out towards the actors. Not much was happening just yet, meaning I didn't think that he was saying anything worth while at the time so Sean and I decided to get back into line. All of a sudden there were guys with camera's in front of me and then I felt someone get a little too close for comfort, pushing on my shouldered purse. I turned around and it was Beatty bumping into me. So yea, I was about to give this Hollywood actor "the look".

Semper Fidelis

Frank and I went to go see Jarhead today. I think I get my enjoyment of war films from Dad. I saw Saving Private Ryan twice on opening weekend. I also may be partial to this genre because of my para-military upbringing. Martial Arts can have that effect on you. I think I'm in love with the idea of fighting for something greater than the individual. However, todays wars seem to lose that sense of ideology.
Back to the film. The most impressive thing about it was the cinematography. The look. If you check out the images on the website you'll notice that a 1000 words don't do them justice. Picturesque doesn't begin to describe. Secondly the acting was amazing. Jake Gyllenhaal once again proved to me to be more than just currently poplular. And Jamie Fox continues to impress me with his talent.
On the drive back home Frank and I decided that this was a very draining movie. Not like some that leave you on a kind of downer, but it leaves you with no conclusion, no solution. The problem remains, in a foriegn dessert, where American jarheads are filled with alien sand. Oo-rah.

I think I will go and buy the book tomorrow.

Most memorable quote: “Sir, I got lost on the way to college, sir!”

Random Wednesdays. . .

Today has been an adventure already and I haven't accomplished anything that is on my ToDo list.
Dad layed his bike out this morning and so I have picked him up from the cycle center where his bike is getting fixed, taken him to Mervyns to replace his torn up slacks, tried to buy Little Brother some new cords but my check card wouldn't work, ate breakfast at IHOP, and now have to go to the bank to fix the check card situation. None of these things I was expecting to do today. LAME.
Dad is ok though, just a little road burned, and the bike didn't have much damage. Stupid other bike rider who cut Dad off and made him lock up his wheels.

Nephi and I won 3 out of 6 debates over the weekend. We got the critiques back yesterday. I generally got second speaker out of the four debaters in each round. Not too bad. However, my next partner has to compete in Open competition and I am still a Novice debator. Talk about reasons to get nervious again. . .

Speech/Debate Tournament #2

Things I learned at last weekends competition:

• Never listen to Dave's directions, he sends you directly into the traffic.
• Make sure that Jason has a working cd payer in his vehicle or else he gets grumpy.
• If you are going to join Jason in stealing the girls keys and towels, be prepared to sleep with one eye open.
• Break in all new pairs of shoes before wearing them to a tournament where you have to run around all day.
• If you have to wear new, unbroken-in shoes bring sandals, bandaids and neosporen with you.
• Do not engage into a debate with random-crazy-mis-quoting-the-Bible-hotel-patrons-from-the-inner-city (even if there are five of you ready to throw down; Jason, Dave, Hannah, Shawn, and me).
• Don't eat too much food when your body is physically reacting to being nervious even when you are not mentally feeling it (ie. waking up early with an upset stomach that doesn't go away until the entire competition is over).
• Don't forget to look at the judge who is giving you your time signals.
• Don't eat really greasy fish and chips dinners right before the awards ceremony from an English Pub when all you've had to eat that day is a banana and orange juice at 7-something-a.m.

* and for those of you who are still wondering what happened with my possible oops? Nothing. Apparently I have a flare for expecting the dramatic. All is well in love and war.