friday night after a particularly loooonnnng day at work (how many times can one girl call you a b***h or tell you she's gonna 'shut you up' or can you try to convince a 15 year old who has a 2 year old that she doesn't need to date the 16 year old from the other dorm who is in a rival gang and whom she'll have to suffer a beating for if her gang finds out, but she really really reaaaalllly loves her and wants to move - with her baby- to another state to be with said 16 year old.... ?) my sweet friend Austin told me to come over since we hadn't seen each other in a while. him being in law college and me having the crappiest hours possible, and all... sidenote: i walk into the basement of this bachelor pad to find austin, his brother creighton, neil, and 2 other guys all watching a chick flick... 11:30 pm, friday night. anyways, we hung out for a few hours, in which he (as usual) tried to give me some direction in life. i talked about all the areas that i felt i was lacking in, all the changes i wanted to make, all the stupid things i've been doing the last few months, all the questions i have about what i'm supposed to be doing with my 'future'... i'm so glad for his clear and blunt mind. men are so great like that. especially smart sweet friend kinds. (the great massage didn't hurt either) he said that the best thing to do when you want to make lots of changes cause everything feels out of control and bad, is to pick the crappiest biggest one and work on it first. so simple... duh. one thing at a time. snowball effect. well, backwards snowball... hmm... melting snowball effect.
tonight at work i was reading (love in the time of cholera, fyi) and there was this quote, i loved it: "... human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves"
truer words were never spoken (ok maybe some were...)
so on that note, i'm heading to vegas tomorrow with kristi. one of the best decisions i've eve made was to sign up for MGM's "Player's Club" card while I was gambling on a stay there with Ironhorse. with my mothers' gambling abilities and mine combined, i've earned tons of points but have never used any of the incentives. so we're cashing in on the comp deluxe rooms and getting the hell out of doge (aka cold snowy boring provo). word to your mom.