Lobsterita

Tomorrow morning. Six O'Clock.

Me. A car. My stuff. Ten hours.

Of driving.

Bring it on.

I took an online quiz today. It was called "What is Sexy to You?"

As a true intellectual, you're not happy unless you've debated everything from politics to Dostoyevsky and back again. You have an opinion on just about everything, and you're only going to swoon over a guy who's just as obsessed with all things cerebral. Hit the library stacks to find someone who'll keep blowing your mind.

I agree. What are library stacks?

You know those dreams you have after you hit the snooze button and go back to sleep? The dream where you in fact did not go back to sleep, but got out of bed and went about your day? Then you wake up ten, fifteen minutes late and you have in fact done none of those things? I hate them so much. Not just because you wake up really, really confused. I hate them because if you look at the real, actual day after the fact, and then compare it to the dream version, you find the dream version was actually much more productive.

Today I ate a bread-and-butter sandwich for lunch. If memory serves, I haven't had such a sandwich since fifth grade. It was surprisingly tasty, if a little bland.

Five days left. I will be renting a room from a family in Burbank California. They have a pool and a leetle tiny chihuahua. I love both of these things. This should work out awesome.

I'm hopping up and down in anticipation of Disneyland with a new season pass and, of course, Nikki the Kiwi. Our travel plans meet in Los Angeles for a few days. How cool is that?

This is a pretty cool site about stuff I wish was still at Disneyland. Seriously, how cool would this be? I can answer that. Very.

About a week, people. Schedule your goodbye time now.

I just continue to watch more and more Firefly. Someone must stop me. Now I'm watching them all again with the commentary. I love the ones with Nathan Fillion. Every time the theme song begins he drops whatever he was saying to sing it in this old-timey voice at the very top of his lungs.

If I knew any of these people this entry might not sound so sad. Oh well. Screw all y'all. This week's fave Firefly quote is:

"Oh my god, it's grotesque! Oh, and there's something in a jar."

More Firefly. Now we're watching them with the commentary on. My Alan is cracking me up like crazy go nuts. I'm picking on more and more great quotes as well.

Favorite Firefly quote so far:

Inara: "Are you in pain?"
Mal: "Absolutely. I got stabbed, you know. Right here."
Inara: "I saw."
Mal: "Don't care much for fancy parties. Too rough."
Inara: "It wasn't entirely a disaster."
Mal: "I got stabbed! Right here!"

Stayed in all day watching Firefly episodes marathon-style with my resident Kiwi yesterday and it was delightful. It made me think a little bit too. I wish I lived on a space ship. Shut up. Stop laughing at me. Think about it. How great would that be? You take your home, and your job, with you. You don't have to give a damn about anyone but the people on that ship with you, and there would be stars out your window. It would be like being a sailor, but without the fish stink.

Added bonus, if you're on a spaceship on a show written by Joss Whedon, you get to live with gorgeous people like Nathan Fillion and Alan Tudyk, swear in Chinese, and have all sorts of hilarious dialogue.

One day until my birthday.

So kiddies, it looks like I don't get a birthday party this year. That bites. But that doesn't mean any of you are off the hook on giftage! If anything, you should feel sorry and buy me more. That's called buying my love, and I'll love you for it. I require the following things from you friends of Lobsterita:

Hello Kitty stuff
Unicorn stuff (I know I'm a big dumb girl, so shaddup)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Origin by Christopher Golden
Fray by Joss Whedon
Love Spell lotion, perfume, whatever from Victoria's Secret
one of those discman to car-cassette-player adapters

That is all.

We saw the peace gardens. Thems neat. Also, thems free. They have a big leafy Linden tree (I know you thought I made those up) and you can sit under it next to this plaque with a poem on it about (surprise!) the Linden Tree. Its pretty sweet. The poem is written in German and then there is an english translation. The name of the poem in German is "Der Lindenbaum." I think I'll start referring to myself as Der Lindenbaum, as in "Der Lindenbaum would like her soda to be a diet coke."

That's pretty much it for today. Der Lindenbaum, signing off.

What did I do yesterday?

What didn't I do, more like it! I dragged Nikki to every random thing my little mind could think up that really gives people a taste of Salt Lake City (mmm, salty.) Of course I didn't take her to all the crap-hole stuff that is always on the brochures. The great Salt Lake? Stinky. Also, brine shrimp. The Capitol Building? Under renovation and covered in plastic wrap. Looks like a condom. I took her to see all the kooky, only-locals-know-about-this-stuff places. We went to Gilgal and looked at weird stone art. We went to the Salt Lake Cemetary and stared at Emo's Grave. We even walked around it three times saying "Emo, emo emo" but nothing happened. All the people who told me that does something are liars. We stood at the bottom of a hill and stared up at the old Primary Children's hospital. I know, I said I'd scratched that one, but its just too cool. I mean, its something out of a bad horror flick. Or like Edward Scissorhands, or maybe Salem's Lot. You have an upscale neighborhood like Federal Heights, on a street with classy rich people homes and landscaped yards. And the street goes nice house, nice house, nice house FREAKING HUGE BIG GIANT ABANDONED HAUNTED BUILDING TOWERING MENACINGLY OVER THE TOWN, nice house, nice house with children playing in the front yard, and so on. For some reason, Google isn't giving me anything Primary Children's, so if you happen to be curious about what this place looks like, I suggest you rent The Stand. It was filmed in Utah, and in a scene where Gary Sinise is escaping from a creepy hospital (hmmm) you get a great outdoor shot of him running down the hill away from the hospital. Yep, Primary Childrens. And you all thought me referring to the place as Stephen King material was an exaggeration. Pshh. At this point we took a break to eat some food at TGI Friday's and then we did a little shopping at Crossroads mall. Why the mall? Miranda and her sister Lacey came with us on our little tour, and Lacey seemed to think there was a sticker picture machine in the mall. There wasn't. Then the Tutor sisters decided driving out to the sticker picture machine I knew existed at a movie theater further west was stupid, but driving all the way to Park City to sit in a hot tub wasn't. So Nikki and I just went home, and then went and got sticker pictures together anyway. Oh, and then the two of us watched How to Deal, which was actually a really good movie. All in all, I crossed like three things off of my To-Do list and hung out with my fave Kiwi. Sweet.

Many deep breaths later...

Okay, I'm good. I have a line on a place to live (awesome!) and my phone call marathon has some more financial aid options arriving on my doorstep this week (rad!) so stress levels are much, much lower this week. Mucho gusto to all the totally off the hook, bomb-diggety mad proper friends who took the time to be supernice and even take me to watch videos or just drop me an e-mail. You know who all y'all are.

I think I need to narrow down my list of things to do in Salt Lake before leaving. I'm still going to see the hidden cemetary with Brigham Young's grave, and maybe even all the museums I wrote on my list. I thought I wouldn't have time to go down to Saint George one last time and then I remembered. I have to drive through Saint George to get to California. I am so smart sometimes, it kills me. I will however be removing some things from the list. I won't have time to go to Goblin Valley, or to the BYU art museum, or publish a 'zine, or to make that big photograph window display for a certain downtown thrift store like I promised, even though I have the pictures and supplies.
Oh, and I crossed a visit to the old (and very haunted) Primary Children's Hospital off my list. It wouldn't take that long, but that place scares the bejebus out of me.

You know what? I'll keep a running update on things I cross off The List (minus the top secret stuff) right here on da blog! Stay tuned.