My new favorite car add…

…and yes, you have GOT to see this.


My new favorite car add…

…and yes, you have GOT to see this.

The Anza-Borrego trip was definitely beyond belief. Like, I never would have believed the glee in a certain priest-friend’s eyes when we got stuck in the mud in a sandy wash with a rain storm comng in and stood there for an hour and a half watching the car sink into 6 inches of quick sand, almost missing the lecture and movie that was his sole reason for coming out to the desert in the first place. But, seeing is believing, and now I believe.

Also, while I was in those moments, I never would have believed that there was a call box within 100 yards of us that we couldn’t see because it was night. But I now also believe in that.

I also would not have believed that the desert during a rain storm could rival my own, favorite, Colorado Rockies for sheer beauty and massiveness. But it did.

I also never would have believed that I could get to the point where I was so tired, and in such dire desire of a drink, that Bud Light could taste good. But it did.

And there’s more…

I never would have believed that I would ever, Ever, EVER find myself in a small-town cemetary, at night, in the rain, looking for an unmarked grave. But I did.

And I never would have believed that I could go in to an inviting, warm, used bookstore and buy exactly nothing, but I did.

And I never would have believed that, in a room of bunk beds where everyone could have had a bottom bunk, each girl in a group aged 22-25 would choose a top bunk…but we did.

I also did some things I would believe, like…
ate ice cream for breakfast
dried pants, shoes, jackets, socks, etc. across the horizonatal beams of an A-frame cabin
wished that there were more Aussies in the world just so I could hear them talk
saw someone with an eyebrow barbell who looked really good and thought, “I could be just like her.”
listened to stories about the Mad Scientist’s Club and wished I was a boy in the 50’s
went a whole weekend without Alias (albeit not without references)
had mass from a cup and off from a plate that the priest “borrowed” earlier that morning

Because I Must

1 January 2005

I think this is the part where I say something deep and profound about it being a new year and all. In point of fact, I don’t often understand the importance of this holiday. Really. I mean, the point of New Year’s Eve seems to be 1)To get another day off of school/work/etc. and 2)To drink as much alcohol as humanly possible without passing out, dying, or being pulled over for a DUI by the police (on that note, lesson learned by observation last night: Margaritas are not water and thus shoud not be drunk as such). The point of New Year’s Day, on the other hand, still remains to be seen. I do think it’s important for us to note the passage of time and all of that, but does it really matter? I mean, the whole thing seems mostly arbitrary to me. Yes, it’s true that, as of midnight last night, a whole year had passed since we did this a year ago. But, at 11:59 last night, a whole year had passed since that point a year ago.

I hope this doesn’t sound massively cynical. Truly, I just don’t get it 😉