Time Capsule

I have always wanted to make a time capsule.  I love the idea of leaving something behind for others to find.
I tried to get my friend Jonathan to make one with me the last day we were together last semester, but he wouldn't--he was being a brat that day.
He even said "That sounds really fun and is a great idea, but I don't want to do it".
woof.

I still think it would be fun, but what I think would be even MORE fun, would be filling a box with all of the things that I love and all of the things that have helped me become who I am.  The things that got me through the darkest days and also the happiest ones.  I want to take this box, and leave it somewhere special.  I want someone to find it, and open it, and have everything.

This is what I would put in my box:
The Perks of Being A Wall Flower (annotated)
The Catcher in the Rye (annotated)
The Book of Mormon(with my testimony in the front cover)
a Mixed tape with the following songs
-this is the first day of my life: bright eyes
-the remedy: jason mraz
-the world at large: modest mouse
-time to pretend: mgmt
-el scorcho: weezer
-the way i am: ingred michaelson
-hate me: blue october
-from a balance beam: bright eyes
-air mattress: conor oberst and the mystic valley band
-island in the sun: weezer
-bowl of oranges: bright eyes
A kite
A miniature Eiffel Tower
One of those safety manuals from a Plane with the instructions to travel as much as possible... and yes I could supply one for the box
A cheap photo album with poems in the sleeves instead of pictures
A  blank DreamBook that they could fill in with their own dreams and thoughts
An invitation to make the life you want to live
3 things from or suggested by close friends
post it notes on everything describing why I love them
and
5 bucks so they can go get something they want to add to the box.

Maybe I will just make one myself.
Who said I can't do great things on my own?


What would your DreamBox have it in?

homework break.

I am up in the David O. McKay library once again.  Today I am working on a major project on J.D Salinger adn The Catcher in The Rye, some make up homework for my online class I am no longer failing (mom), and a huge paper for my literary spin off class.  I'm writing about Haunted Houses and using The Fall of the House of Usher, "Howl's Moving Castle", and "Monster House" to trace the motif through cultures and across different kinds of media. 
It's all really fun but I've been sitting in this same chair since 2.
woof.


I found this wonderful re-posted post on a friends blog and wanted to do my own promotion of it becasue I've been thinking about the same stuff a lot lately and it said so many wonderful things.

I love when she talks about how everything we do each day all adds up to the answer somebody will give one day when asked what kind of person she was.
I love when she reminds us that we are all legends.
Of all the people that are ever going to walk this earth, no one will ever be me.
katherine ann fleming.
The other day I was talking to my friend Alex Allen about the "theory of the now" and how you can take advantage of life by living in the moment, and how you have to balance that with remembering the past and hoping for a bright future. 
I told him that I do think it is important to remember the past and be grateful for the expirences you have been through and the person that they have made you into; however, I think it is more important to try and live each day to the fullest and strive for the future you dream about. 
I think we can all testify that we are our expirences and the things we have been though have made us into the people we are. That would mean this semester, this week, even this moment will one day be the things that made me who I am.
Don't you think you should try to really make them count then?
I use to get these daily quotes sent to my phone. 
One of my favorites said: you only get one chance to live today.  What will you do to make it count?
Who said everyday can't be a day that you will remember forever?

Poetry Experiment

When I was in 10th grade I had this teacher--the kind you only get once in a lifetime.  The kind like Robin Williams in Dead Poet Society.

He was so rad, and he really taught me how to love literature.

He taught us that when we create things it is often an abundance of ideas rather than a lack of them that hinders our creativity.

He handed out novels and had us open to a random page.  From the words on those two facing pages we had to write a poem.

This was mine:

What I liked about you, 


for one thing was hard to picture.

It wasnt just one thing,

it was everything,

everything i could tell about you in an hour.

I know where you hung out mostly


I wanted to find you,

walking along


but the sun still wasn’t out


and it wasn’t too nice for walking.

I knew it wasn’t too important,


but it made me sad anyways.