I didn’t allow myself to blog until after I wrote my mass communication research paper. It was the most slipshot paper I’ve writting in a loooong time. Verily it was-eth crap.
I finally have plans for the summer (boy do I).
I got a packet from the nice folks at Yellowstone National Park asking if I would be their slave/whipping boy for the summer. Considering the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences doesn’t apparantly have a need for one, I promptly accepted. I leave in just two weeks! I am trying to talk Anthony into riding out there with me – two wayward travellers with nothing but a Toyota Paseo and a dream. He’s on the verge of going, there are logistical considerations to ignore, still.
Buy one song, get five free at MSN Music, whoohoo! Too bad I don’t have an MP3 player. Tunes for days on this cross-country trip of mine!
So, I’m excited.
I’ll be part of the “hospitality crew.” Which I’ve interpreted to mean “bus boy.”
The fireside last night with Elder Oaks was pretty good. He humorously condemned “hanging out” and condoned true “dating.” The guys thought it was about time the girls heard this and the girls thought the same about the guys, so it’s nice to know nothing will change. Is there an “eyes rolling” emoticon? How about just a smiley. :-)
I had an interview with the bishop, he eloquently told be to stop being an Eeyore. One thing that he did say that I thought interesting was that the Yellowstone trip was an opportunity to completely start over (for a few months anyway) and could be whomever I wanted. Interesting…last summer I went to Huntsville, but I was all brooding and angsty and so I really didn’t make any friends. This summer I can be who I want to be…who is that again?