Yippy Skippy Spring is Here!
I think I'll have a beer
or two or three and play some ball
I sit around until I get the call

Some things about spring that I really like
Are all the flowers and the pike
Fishy fish swim in the lake
I don't have a bike so I guess I will skate

To the store to get some wheat thins
Because paul at them all last night
They are my favorite cracker being so thin
sometimes I give them to Zoe

Just a little rant

I used to absolutely hate riding the bus home from school because there were these two brothers that teased me the entire way. They knew that I was a bunny loving tree hugger and would torment me with stories about how they kicked their dogs and shot squirrels for fun. I used to get so mad that I would literally burst into tears and I remember thinking, why doesn't anyone else say something to these losers?

We watched a video today in my Ethics class called "The Peaceable Kingdom". It was a documentary on factory farming. After the lights were turned back on I looked around at the class and at least one half were crying including myself. I'd like to think that there is a consciousness building in our society about the little choices we make everyday and how these little choices have huge consequences. I think it's a little bit easier in Boulder because everywhere you look someone is trying to save the world in their own little way. I had no idea that purchasing a cup of coffee was contributing to demise of migratory song birds or that by drinking milk I am financially contributing to fuel that powers veal market.

I hate caring about these things. I think about them on my way to school, on my way home from school, when I'm at the grocery store, the gas station, the mall...when I watch T.V or go hiking and most annoyingly, when I am trying to go to sleep at night. I used to irritate myself because I would be so serious about this stuff all the time and my friends got really tired of it. So I quit and vowed to lighten up.

I guess my point, if I have one, is that sometimes it's just plain easier not to care and a lot of the time lately I wish I didn't care. But I cared on the bus in elementary school and I'll probably care on the next bus I get on.

I HAD a dream

My dream was weird and I woke up in a panic. I dreamed that I had died and was in a kind of line waiting to get into heaven. I noticed that everyone was carrying a bag. It was the same kind of bag everyone was carrying but some were really full and some really empty. My bag was really quite empty and I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. As a approached what looked like a podeum and a man standing behind it, I noticed that he was checking everyones bag. Some people were allowed to pass and others were told to go another way based on the contents of their bags. I was a little worried at this point.

Once I arrived at the podium the man asked to look into my bag. As he did I felt my stomach (or what used to be my stomach) rise up into my throat. He said to me, "Do you know what this is?" I said, "No." He said, "These are all of the good things that you have done for others in your life." At that moment I felt really terrible. In all of my life the good things I had done couldn't even fill up a bag.

After this happened I woke up. I'm not sure I got into heaven but one thing is for sure. I have a lot of work to do :)

I have had a total of 8 speeding tickets in my life, three of which occured when I 16 years old. My parents.....not happy. I don't know why, maybe a lot of people are like this, but I feel that if I'm not going at least 5 over the limit I'm going way too slow. It is nearly impossible for me to stay at or below the speed limit. It's actually kind of annoying. Even when I know I'm going to get to school too early and have to wait around for class to start, I still can't stay in the slow lane. Every time a see highway patrol I get butterflies and quickly let off the gas b/c I just assume that I am most likely speeding....it's bit exhausting actually. It would be nice to see a cop once in a while and not feel that immediate sense of panic. O-well, maybe I can blame on my shoes, they're just really heavy officer.

I'm not sure why, but studying or reading in the atmosphere of a coffee shop is so much easier than doing it at home. But it doesn't really make sense. A coffee shop is loud, the people can be distracting, and I find myself listening in to other's conversations and having to force myself to get back on track. But for some reason I get so much more done. Maybe one of the reasons is that at home I get to thinking about the dirty dishes, piles of laundry, taking Zoe for a walk, etc. and up spending only half of my studying time actually studying. Plus, I make a terrible cup of coffee!! I don't know what the heck happened. I used to wake up every morning and make coffee and it was awesome! Now, everytime, its either too dark, too bitter, too watery or burnt. So, off to the coffee shop I go! :)