A Dustland Fairytale

A Dustland Fairytale beginning
With just another white trash county kiss in '61.
Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.
He'd look just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American prince.

Blue Jean serenade
Moon river what you do to me.
I don't believe you.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight.

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said she always knew he'd come around.
And the decades disappear
Like sinking ships but we persevere.
God gives us hope but we still fear, what we don't know.

Your mind is poisoned.
Castles in the sky, sit stranded, vandalized.
The drawbridge is closing.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the ending where they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away.
Sent to the valley of the great divide,
Out where the dreams all hide.
Out where the wind don't blow,
Out here the good girls die.
And the sky wont snow.
Out here the bird don't sing.
Out here the field don't blow.
Out here the bell don't ring.
Out hear the bell don't ring.
Out here the good girls die.

Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.
Why don't you know the kingdoms under siege and everyone needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in '61?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes.
Out where the dreams all hide.

Audience Of One

Well, this week is almost over. I can't believe how quickly this year has gone by already! It seems like it was just barely August, and Morgan Haylee and myself were moving down to Cedar City. Does time ever slow down?!

Last Thursday I was offered a job at the Utah State Hospital as a Psych Tech. I accepted the job. But knew that I would be needing some time to really consider the options that are before me. Let me example you:

I am currently enrolled in two different schools. Southern Utah University in Cedar City, and Ameritech College in Provo. I am doing all my Pre-Dental studies at SUU, and I studied Surgical Technology at Ameritech. I am all finished with the schooling there at Ameritech, and am waiting to get started on my internship. I am still unsure where my internship will be, but I should be starting around the end of March or beginning of April.

I took a leave-of-absence from Ameritech in October. Because I did that, I am on a very tight time frame of when I can get it all finished. When I do start up, I will be working either 10 or 12 hour shifts. Starting around 6:00 am, and finishing in the late afternoon. I will have to be absolutely perfect when I start. No messing around. No showing up late. No leaving early. Nothing.

There are three shifts a Psych Tech at the State Hospital could work. The day shift from 6:30-3:00. Swing shift from 2:30-11:00. And the graveyard shift from 10:30-7:00. The only shift that I would be able to work would be the graveyard shift...if they would allow me to leave an hour early. So, I called and spoke with my soon-to-be supervisor and asked her what my options would be. We had a very good conversation. She told me that she would look into it, and get back with me. So about an hour later she called me back, and told me that she was sorry, but the State Hospital would not be able to accommodate my schedule.

I also had to take into consideration the effect of the job and me leaving SUU. I have some classes online, but a few on-campus too. After speaking with my on-campus instructors I was basically told that if I took the job in Provo, that I would either fail their course or get withdraw from school. Which would mean that my tuition money would've gone to waste.

This was not an easy decision for me. I am basically desperate for a job. I need one very badly. But after many prayers, many conversations with family, friends, instructors, Morgan, and on and on, I have decided not to take the job. Lets hope that I made the right decision. I feel like I did.

Stand Inside Your Love

Today is Valentine's Day. It is a day that we are supposed to show the people that we love, that we DO love them. And they in return do the same for you. It is a day (forgive the pun), that is full of love. Or so it should be.

Personally, I think that Valentine's Day is stupid. STUPID! Why is that you ask? Well, let me explain my reasons.

I feel that if you really do love someone. Be it your significant other, your parents, siblings, friends, pets, or whatever, that you shouldn't need a specific day to remind you of letting that person know how you feel for them. You should be letting that person see how much you love and care for them...the whole year round! Not just one day. I do not think that buying chocolates and roses for a person once a year, truly shows that you love them. You should want to do wonderful things for that person always. Be sporadic about it. Throw them off-guard! Never let them wonder what your feelings for them are, because you always make it apparent to them.

I understand that not everyone thinks like me. There are probably only a few who do. And that makes me sad. Love should be the strongest emotion anyone can feel. True love. It should make someone do anything and everything they can for the person that they love. Not just when it is convenient. Not just when the calendar says so. And not just when they forget to put the milk away and have to sleep out on the couch. Love should compel a person to do amazing things.

I am a very lucky man. I have a wonderful, loving family who will do anything they can for me. I love them very much. They mean so much to me. I am who I am, because of their love and influence. I have great friends. Some that I have had since first grade. Some since high school. Some since my mission. And some since moving down here to Cedar City. I love them all. Each of you have played an important part in my life. And I am grateful for that. Sometimes, I know that I am not as good as a friend as I could be. And I apologize for that. I have a very special person in my life. Someone who shows me her love daily. Someone who helps me, and cares for me. Someone who I truly love. I am a very lucky man to have her in my life. She is my Love. She means the world to me. I love being with her. I love her.

I have learned quite a few things in my 25 years of existence. One of those being that love isn't easy. That you have to work, and fight to keep it. Maybe that is why Valentine's Day is on the calendar. To remind people to fight for those they love. If so, then good for it.

Losing Patience

Goodness! Let me tell you a story.

Morgan and I are on our way to San Francisco for URTA Auditions. We leave our house in Cedar City at 5:30 to allow for plenty of time for us to get to Las Vegas for our 8:20 flight. The car is all packed, and we're on our way when we remember we forgot cold medicine. So I call my brother Garrett (who is kindly watching the dog), and have him meet us at the gas station with the meds. While there we fill up with gas, and ensure that we actually do have everything else. Garrett comes, he makes the delivery, and we finally leave.

I'm driving down the freeway with my cruise control set at 82. I figure thats a good speed. Not too fast that I'm gonna get a ticket, but not too slow that we aren't gonna get to the airport in time. All the sudden some car speeds up behind me. So, being the courteous driver I am (sometimes...) I move over so this dude can pass me. He doesn't. He slows down too. And so I start to wonder. Morgan asks if it is a highway patrol, and I tell her no. I didn't think it was...but I was wrong. Lights start flashing, so I pull over.

I start to worry. Currently, thanks to Iron Counties terrible justice system, I still have a warrant out for my arrest for ridiculous reasons. I decide to just play it cool. You know, what I do best. The highway patrol comes up to Morgan's window. He asks for my license, and the registration for the car. He then says the reason why he pulled us over was because he couldn't find the registration on the car. Morgan hands him the stuffs, he takes a look, and asks me to step outta the car. He points out the fact that the plate on the car, and the plate number on the registration is different. So all he did was ask us to find the correct plate, and fix it. Lucky. Apparently we never switched the license plates over from when Morgan purchased the car. Whoops. So I took the next exit, and did a little switch-a-roo.

So we proceed from that point to Vegas just fine. We find good parking, and head into the terminal. I take a quick glance at the map, and see where our flight will depart out of. So we head out of the terminal we were in, so we could board a bus that will take us to the correct terminal. We wait a few minutes, and then bus comes. We are the only ones on it, so I start talking to the driver. Good thing too. Apparently I read the map wrong. So, he takes us back to the correct terminal (where we were to begin with), and we run through security, and finally make it to our gate.

We get there, and the guy at the desk asks us if we had just ran to get there on time. I guess it was pretty obvious. He then tells us we had no reason to, the flight has been delayed two hours. So, we take a seat and wait.

Well, its been two hours already. They just made an announcement it will be delayed two more hours. We may never get there....