PSA

A good guy can ruin your day, a bad guy will ruin your life.

-Saarah and Ashley.


The best ones will annoy you for a couple hours. (jajaj that's my coffee-mug joke punchline)

Princess Cake. The best kind of Cake.

Saarah and I went to IKEA, where we ate lunch and shared a delicious "Princess Cake." It is cake, with a red berry jelly and fluffed (very sugary!) marshmallow all covered in thick sugary marzipan. It was so delicious, if IKEA has these shipped in frozen I will serve them as wedding cake at my wedding. Along with carrot cake and whichever third that is Landon's choosing. PRINCESS CAKE! "Sweden has royalty too! And you give all the credit to Britain" -Saarah to Ashley.

Memories.

Sometimes moments will flood together to create something profound; we have been shown to not take notice, but in part of today I remembered what Power shift was like, the huge convention center in Washington DC flooded with thousands of young people from everywhere and still plenty handfuls of friends from home thanks to the organizing efforts of one Katie Saucier. Sleeping on hallway floors with different group compositions, one especially felt as favorite, later four new friends at an Ethiopian restaurant, walking through snow to find it. The first snow and the 14 hour drive up and back, in a state of the art rented mini van. A waffle house in a state between, where I left my group to sit in the smoking section with an old man. He told me to put $5 in a shoebox every week, that that was how he sent his kids to college. The waitress teased him that he was just happy to be sitting next to a pretty girl. He finished up his coffee and looked over to my table of friends, and wished my family a safe travel back.

Inside my friend's house, cleaning their kitchen as a favor and for fun, I felt the blender with my hand and thought, this is an awesome blender. It is the same blender that I used many times working at the children's bakery of Wannado City. mixing frosting and making sugar cookies that small children would "cook" by decorating. I took a photo wondering if Tyrone would remember it. I remember getting a new haircut, and asking someone to tell my friend Adrian, Tyrone's brother, to come over so that I could show him. Instead, with over 300 employs, a different guy by the name of Adrian was sent, the one that made me nervously giggle and attempt my best with flirtation. An embarrassing situation, when I expressed later to Tyrone again how attractive he was, Tyrone explained that he has just found the best haircut, and it was true that imagining him with hair killed the magic.

Outside someone asked me what I was doing to celebrate my graduation, "this" I said. In needing to explain I said that cleaning for me is fun; that a few years ago I read an article in a waiting room with a Amish woman explaining that children didn't need all these distractions through modern marketing, that doing the dishes can be "fun." I couldn't relate then to what she was saying. Interesting now that I understand. I kept going with my story by offering that I had been to Japan, and when I was asked what that was like I said, everybody is Japanese! People giggle at this, it is also attached to a fond memory of the clean modern foyer, for the 23rd floor of the hotel which we stayed, with sleek elevators, and glass panes that you could look out of and down from to the city of Tokyo. I had been drinking and I said to Landon as we waited for our elevator ride 23 floors down to the street, that is the observation I made to him, leaning out to see beyond the window and listening to his affectionate laughter. Beyond and stepping off a soft carpet was the lobby, lit brilliantly by a hazy blue from the two long sides built of glass, one over-looking the city and the other, on clear days and in daylight hours, displayed in the far distance the most magnificent experience of seeing the instantly-recognizable peak of a magical Mt. Fuji. The moment is one of equal significance as when I walked out of a hall to see a wax-figure Johhny Depp. Which I probably fluttered around thrice as long as other's normal stay. Our hotel room, luxurious. I did not remember all of these things at that time, only that Landon laughed. In Japan, people are happy to have your business, and the translation of "yes" equates to "hai", which means not yes but to be in agreement. Such a diversion from absolute flows through the quiet but always bustling culture. Never are the streets emptied or without life. I told Landon that I felt that if I had felt sick, I would wear a mask and not think twice about it, where as on the flight over the passengers I had seen with the paper-cloth masks seemed strange and alien to me. I still need to learn the custom of not staring.

How can I insert a song?
I suppose I or you can youtube it. It's almost nine minutes long; it's very good.



There is something else, oh yes, watch Lost in Translation, w/ Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson. <3