To Us and Our Good Fortune!

this past friday i visited our friendly neighborhood ski resort Sundance. It was splendid. Steven showed me a few new trails I'd never considered before. They were not really trails. We just bumped off the trail randomly and went straight into the forest. It was splendid I tell you. Plowing through the snow where not many others had gone before. Ahead of you your view is obscured by trees. You see board paths veer right and left and straight ahead. Quickly you choose a way. Your goggles fog and your face gets hot. Your breath becomes stressed and ragged. You cant see the path. You are lightning. You are speed and agility combined with a trace of euphoria. A tree looms. It moves into the foggiest spot in your vision. You dodge by throwing your self against your back foot. Your board revolves quickly but continues to translate toward the dense pine trunk. Pushing for resistance you hope and pray. With inches to give you jump and switch to toeside. Quickly reversing to heelside to avoid the next tree. You pass the tree but cannot squeeze past the next one. You bail into the snow. Head down you spin around and plant the board. Snow has creeped into your skivvies and up your jacket. Continuing on with gravity at your side you pass stumps and dead trees at astonishing speed. The real trail is ahead but is blocked by a rope. You cant ski through it. You preserve your speed and head uphill to get around the rope. No good, you bail and it snows again on the inside of your shell. You get up goofy and aim for the rope. Close but no good, half a biff while passing under the trail marker. No one saw except Suzy, Youre good. Another good memory to daydream about while taking notes in american heritage.

Quiet People

I hear alot about "quiet people" and I'm not really feeling the love here. Hey! Everybody! I'm a quite a quiet person! I dont like to yell over people or talk endlessly all the flippin time.

Today in a meeting, we discussed different ways to help the "quiet people" (like they had a disease or some sort of disability) get more of a social experience.

Now I am not saying that us quiet people are super social. We arent. In fact compared to the social crowd were actually pretty unsocial. But thats not to say that we never have any social contact with the world aight? I mean I think that you social people just force your social situations on us because you dont understand why we arent being social in the first place. We maybe happen to like...ya know...we might feel accepted and comfortable with our selves...even if we arent the center of a circle of people. Just listening to others. Feel their ideas and roll them around our minds and look for their merit. We might be just making our own opinions about what we are thinking about. If we think they're are worth sharing with another person or group then if you all social people would shut your yappers a second we'd prolly spout em out. But you guys insist on insisting we have a problem.

I dont think we have a problem. I think we're just fine. I think we are just great! I dont want to say that having a social life is bad, in fact if youre picking that up then youre not getting the point. The point is that their is a gray area between too much talk and too much silence. I personally lean toward the silent side.

Yeah and it IS definitively harder to talk to a quiet person. But HELLO that doesnt mean you cant communicate with them. They just communicate differently! Like I just met this chill guy named Sam in one of my classes a week or two ago. He's pretty quiet! He doesnt have to talk alot to feel like he's communicating. He says what he means and you can figure out the rest. ( prolly the opposite of what im doing) He's nice and helpful but if youre looking for an extensive conversation about something you are in the wrong place. He takes his time with what hes going to say. With him there is no reason to rush the words out of his mouth. He takes time to consider a question and then considers it twice. Alot of people just rush out with a disconcerted "Whaaat?" before their brain even has a chance to process the words. They just say "Whaaat?" to let you know that they realize they are being spoken to.

Another example. I met a girl named Holly, she was pretty awesome. She didnt have to have a tornado of a conversation. She was kind of quiet and cool. It was kind of like she was a little disconnected, but it was very refreshing. To just be able to be yourself and go your own speed. You can relax! Some girls are just in...yo!....face! You get question after question and you feel like its just a speed interview.

In conclusion, their should be more people that think before firing off the "Whaaat?". People should relax and say what they mean. You can use less words, its not a crime. Think. Its good for you, you dont always just need to react.

I hope somebody feels a little less inclined to bash on the quiet people from now on.

Wow, you just read that!,

Taylor

In

Dreams

Its a sunday morning. Also happens to be fast sunday, which means that i am not eating breakfast today and will therefore have time to give birth to a little literature.

My dream last night was pretty intense. Or at least one of them was. There were a couple that were not worth mentioning at all, like the one where i got a new alarm clock that looked exactly like carters (roommate) except i put mine closer to my face. So that when i woke up in the morning i didnt have to peer around the bunk bed and squint to get a good look of what time it was. Pretty exciting eh?

But the dream i had before i woke up was the real slim shady, it was almost a nightmare id say. It wasnt scary in the dream but it got real scary right before i woke up, as the part of my brain that translates whats really going on starts to kick in.

DaLynn and I are both needing to get somewhere. The semester has ended and we both need to go home. But we are not at provo utah anymore. We are somewhere on the east coast of the united states and we need to be on the west side of the US. A car is too expensive and so is a plane or any other mode of travel except basically hiking. So we put our hiking clothes on and start to walk. Only the US is no longer populated with towns and cities along the way, there are no people anywhere, and the entire landscape has turned into a dry arid desert. We have with us 3 water bottles and lunch for the journey. So after walking all day, i ask DaLynn how long it is going to take us to get to where we are going? She says its a 3 day hike across a desert the size of the atlantic ocean. I think that this is where my rational brain starts waking up because i start to realize we are totally screwed. We are now 1 day into a brutal trek across a harsh landscape and have no food to last us all the way there, we dont really even know what trail were supposed to be on, and we're not in the right clothes too. So then i start having hallucinations of DaLynn getting bit by a rattlesnake and me sucking the poison out and putting a turnekit (how the heck to spell turnqkit?) on her leg. We dont have a cell phone, or cell phone service (i dont know how i figured that out) so i have to basically carry her 2 days across the desert.

So while I am freaking out about being totally screwed, i realize i should have just shelled out the dough for a plane ticket. Anyways as i am contemplating my demise i kind of wake up and realize its a dream. The end

Its not the craziest dream ive had, or you have had probably right? But it was one of the freakier ones to wake up to especially when you realize you arent getting breakfast today. I guess i could tell that dream about me and my siblings being the power rangers but then again id rather go peruse facebook than keep writing.

I cant believe you actually read this,

Taylor