shot to the heart

Another thought I have been wondering about lately is how people look when they die by getting stabbed with a sword. You know how when the sword goes threw their stomach or whatever and the victim looks down and sees that he is going to die? and his eyes get all big and bulged out? and they are all surprised by what is happening?
Does that happen to everyone? Would it happen to me? I want to think that the last face I would be making in this life would be better than that.

as of late

Lately I have been thinking about what I would do if I were obnoxiously wealthy. And I have concluded that I would own me a servant. I would take my servant grocery shopping with me, and she would push the cart, and load the car up. My servant would also assist me as I cooked in the kitchen and clean up as we went. She would drive me places and I would just sit in the passenger seat and listen to music. My servant would aslo carry my planner and schedule things down for me, she would give me little reminders and messages. She would also carry my cell phone for me and screen all my calls, read me all my text messages. When I was bored she would play backgammon with me, or anything that I wanted to play. Oh my gosh, I would always have a racquet ball, or tennis partner to play with!!! Oh, life would be so wonderful with a servant.

steamboat arabia

While I am in Kansas City I am making my team visit a museum dedicated to the Steamboat Arabia, which sank, and for some reason was covered in mud and rediscovered later. I don't know much about it, but I am sure I will learn the whole story while I am there. I am so excited, I can't even wait! I love historical stuff! I may even read Huckleberry Finn on the plane or something, there is a steamboat in that book right?

Here is a little quote that I grabbed from the museums website: Unbelievable treasures and fascinating history await. Explore our museum and learn how the handsome steamer Arabia prospered on the rivers, perished in 1856 and was finally rediscovered 132 years later, precious cargo intact. This exhibit, in Kansas City, Mo, is many things: history, ingenuity, tragedy, adventure, perseverance, preservation and a tribute to the pioneer spirit.

This is Life! Come explore!

He he! "This is life!" I love that!

my new friends, the baggers

so I have been texting a lot lately with teenagers (which is really cool, I know, I love my life)... and this is something that really does bother me and I need to address it.
yeah
yah
yay
ya
yea
I hate when these are spelt and used wrong. It is so irritating to me. For example "ya" should never be used as "yea!"... and you should never use "ya" for "yeah"... my mind can't handle reading that garble.

it's JUNE!!!

Just so you all know, I may never leave home again. I am enjoying living with my parents so much. Free food, free rent... and my wonderful, big, new, nice bedroom. I love it! Provo feels so far away to me right now.
And as long as I have a little joy ride up to Salt Lake and back with Kaylene every once in awhile, I don't really need a social life.
Life is good, damn good.