Virtual house tour

View from my bed...The best part is I don't have to leave my bed to see who's here.Ok...well I was going to have it so when you clicked on the black words you could go to each room but I'm too lazy to do it right now so CLICK BELOW:

KITCH

L.R.

HALL

Case Scenario

I have 5 roommates whom I live with. And one of the five, say Sally, is not friendly to any of the other roommates but me. Which I find odd because I'm not sure how I got chosen to be the only one Sally associates with. She is not my room roommate but she would like to be and she keeps asking me to move in. But I see she gets angry quickly and she's already been mad at me and I don't want to fill my life with the stress of always worrying about my actions. So I choose not to move in with Sally because I find our relationship would be best if kept at a distance. Well Sally's room roommate, Fran, cannot stay in the same room as her any more because Sally ignores her and is forwardly rude to her. I don't blame her for wanting to move out. So tonight I am approached by Fran, who is crying, and asked to switch her rooms tomorrow because she can't handle living in the same room with Sally. She will either move out of the apartment or move into my room. I honestly do not want to move in with the other girl. My choices are to move out and allow Fran to move into my room or have Fran to move out. Either way one of us will not be staying. What would be the best way to handle this?

Just wanna go on a drive...

Cute

Wikipedia definition of KAMI:

Kami 神 is the Japanese word for the objects of worship or awe in the Shinto faith. In some instances, such as Izanagi and Izanami, kami are personified deities, similar to the gods of ancient Greece or Rome. In other cases, such as those concerning the phenomenon of growth and natural objects, the spirits dwelling in trees, or forces of nature.
Kami may, at its root, simply mean 'spirit', or an aspect of spirituality.

Best Part of Day

running through Family Dollar
screaming in the car
talking to my mom
crying on my bed
dancing in Wal-mart
Harriet jumping out from the clothes racks to scare me
getting locked out of my house...again (but then going to my old house)
eating ice cream with roommates--soon
singing Chrismas songs at the top of my lungs
doing accounting homework (cuz it's so much like math)
paying off next months rent already
laying on Harriet's bed
talking to my brother Spencer
watching the movie Dave made on Robert Frost's the road not taken??
thinking about the truck I wish I drove
leaving a message on kate's phone with harriet
laughing...

The next two poems are ones I found in an American contemporary poem book. I love them both.

REDWINGS

Maybe you've noticed that around here
red-winged blackbirds aren't rare,
but they aren't seen often either, and then, at distance,
banking away from roads as we pass.

But one morning, I saw a hundred
more, feeding on seed I'd scattered
under a line of pines planted
more than a hundred years before.

Almost at rest, their feathers folded close,
only yellow wingbars
break their black bodies. But when, as they did,
all at once, they lifted, that red...

I've tried for a long time, and maybe should,
to tell you how they disembodied redwings
flared and vanished.
I've lost them in every telling.

So much for me. I could die now, anyway.
Could you? We will close our eyes
and rest, in case the blackbirds, in slow motion,
assume again the flames they are, and rise.
---William Heyen

SIMPLE TRUTHS

When a man has grown a body,
a body to carry with him
through nature for as long as he can,
when this body is taken from him
by other men and women who happen to be,
this time, in uniform,
then it is clear he has experienced
an act of barbarism,

and when a man has a wife,
a wife to love for as long as he lives,
when this wife is marked with a yellow star
and driven into a chamber she will never leave alive,
then this is murder,
so much is clear,

and when a woman has hair,
when her hair is shorn and her sclap bleeds,
when a woman has children,
children to love for as long as she lives,
when the children are taken from her,
when a man and his wife and their children
are put to death in a chamber of gas,
or with pistols at close range, or are starved
or beaten, or injected by the thousands,
or ripped apart, by the thousands, by the millions,
it is clear that where we are
is Europe, in our century, during the years
from nineteen-hundred and thirty-five
to nineteen-hundred and forty-five
after the death of Jesus, who spoke of a different order,
but whose father, who is our father,
if he is our father,
if we must speak of him as fatehr,
watched, and witnessed, and knew,

and when we remember,
when we touch the skin of our own bodies,
when we open our eyes into dream
or within the morning of sunlight
and remember what was taken
from these men, from these women
from these children gassed and starved
and beaten and thrown agains walls
and made to walk the valley
of knives and icepicks and otherwise
exterminated in ways appearing to us almost
beyond even the maniacal human imagination,
then it is clear that this is the German Reich,
during approximately ten years of our lord's time,

and when we read a book of these things,
when we hear the names of hte camps,
when we see the films of the bulldozed dead
or the film of one boy struck on the head
with a club in the hands
of a German doctor who will wait
some days for the boy's skull to kint, and will enter
the time in his ledger, and then
take up the club to strike the boy again
and wait some weeks for the boy's skull to knit,
and enter the time in his ledger again,
and strike the boy again,
and so on, until the boy, who,
at the end of the film of his life
can hardly stagger forwar toward the doctor,
does die, and the doctor
enters exactly the time fo the boy's death into his ledger,

when we read these things or see them,
then it is clear to us that this
happened, and within the lord's allowance, this
work of his minions, his poor
vicious dumb German victims twisted into the swastika of trees struck by lightning,
on this earth, if he is our father,
if we must speak of him in this way,
this presence above us, within us, this
mover, this first cause, this spirit, this
curse, this bloodstream and brain-current, this
unfathomable oceanic ignorance of ourselves, this
automatic electric Aryan swerve, this

fortune that you and I were no the victims, this
luck that you and I were not the murderers, this
sense that you an i are clean and understand, this
stupidity that gives him breath, give him life
as we kill them all, as we killed them all.
---William Heyen

Textbooks Galore

I have so many, so many textbooks cuz I get into a class, buy the textbooks, then decide that I don't want to take the class anymore and switch my schedule around. For the past week, I've changed my schedule every day. I can't even remember which ones I'm taking any more.

Rupert

I went to Rupert today. I rode with my sister who just returned from Russia a little over a week ago. My brother who returned from Brazil 6 months ago. A Ukrainian (a boy from Ukraine), and a Mexican (a boy from Mexico). I wore soccer shorts, Teva's, a sweatshirt, and my nephews red CTR zip tie. I looked around at the buildings, and people. I stepped back and concluded I am ready to return to Rexburg, so I can learn how I can better influence society instead of just wasting the short time I have to live on earth. ha