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I keep having dreams that I am working in the library at UVU again.  I'm guessing this is due to me revisiting this journal, making private posts public and tagging them.  I've also taken Allen's sentimentality to heart.  He's been posting images on Instagram all the while longing for our days of old.  I am extremely happy in those dreams.  My job there has always been my favorite occupation and I miss the academic environment.  I am content in my work now, but that library made me happy.

I've made public all posts through December of 2001.

chris and jane, little fin, biloba and myself wandered the east side beach of utah lake this evening as the sun set. fin rode to and from on my lap...

i'lli have pictures that i'll post sometime next week.

Another Picture from Saturday night. Again, courtesy of jentle.

wickenden, Myself and biloba (front and center)

on the stereo, as dim lights warm the house: miles davis: kind of blue - one of the greatest albums of all time

wickenden's reception (his daughter's wedding) was beautiful His daughter was stunning, while her husband handsome... live music by Zion Tribe and people danced on grass as white lights and oil lamps illuminated the landscape perfectly. All of d's planning (and stress) made the most memorable evening - his daughter and her groom are extremely lucky to have had such an amazing setting... At the reception, I met psilly, qzed, and one other person (because i'm bad with names, I hope someone will remind me). jentle has pictures, which I will post as soon as they become available...

biloba, who is a certified priest/bishop/holy man, married the two and, i was told, as i was not there to witness it myself, did an amazing job.

Now, back to my Sierra Nevada Bigfoot barley wine...

i'm greedy. i wish i hadn't given biloba that dead horse pale ale. i'm on my fifth beer and a sixth would be nice. i've got tequila in the freezer (i think), some vodka, maybe (come to think of it, i remember an empty bottle in the trash this morning - damn) ... i know i have some amaretto in the cupboard. mixing alcohols can be bad...

i'm on one: a bindge, a revolt, a resolution.

i've been drinking too much lately and i don't care what you think. fuck you :::said with a wink and a smile:::

axl rose: a disgrace, and perhaps a victim of mtv's psuedo intellectual rebellion. pop culture will take most of us in the end, won't it?

not me.

"nothing beats a dead horse"

i did.

morning well spent with wickenden and biloba over coffee, cheese and beers...

now, onto studying? or, guitar?

as biloba likes to say: "have another!"

thanks, I will.

hiked rock canyon this afternoon with jared. ended up on the loop that moves past the bath hole... didn't take my clothes off, just kept moving.

i had the entire house to myself today, as jason and biloba went to park city this morning for a bluegrass concert. this house is amazing when alone...

*sigh,* solitude.

morning:

where did all the sleep go? to the bar... actually, i fell into bed sometime after 2:30 - having had a couple of beers at home and a stein of king's peak porter at the bar. biloba had jentle over last night (they stayed at the house as jason and i skipped down to the watering hole) and i'm not quite sure what's going on there. it's not my place to speculate, but i hope it's good...

off to a day long library meeting. i hope this coffee holds up.

I'm having trouble writing anything in detail. I guess I'm not interested, really... however, here's a list of things I did followed by things I thought.

Did:
Woke Saturday slightly hung-over
Ran into biloba at Juice and Java
Had coffee
Drove to Salt Lake City
Had more coffee at Salt Lake Coffee Break
Got bored
Called Nicole
Hung out for a couple hours
Had lunch w/ Nicole
Left Nicole, met up with Jared and Ryan
Went to Utah Arts Festival
Ran into Jason
Left festival after 3 hours and went to Jason's house
Drank beer, had dinner
Took Trax down to Port O Call
Drank a lot of beer and dance to 2 and 1/2 White Guys
Watched Jason hit on many, many girls
Walked back towards Jason's house.
Jason, in a drunken stupor, started running
When I got to Jason's house, he was no where to be found
After waiting for 20 minutes, I broke into his house through the kitchen window, took a shower and went to bed.
Sometime during the night I heard Jason come in.
Woke late Sunday morning
Realized that I had spent over 80 dollars in the bar the night before.
Found out that Jason passed out in someone's front yard.
Went back to Salt Lake Coffee Break for coffee
Drove home.
Went to bed really early.

Thoughts:
People are selfish
I absolutely hate sexually abusive people
I don't believe in love
I don't trust people
I loathe the way people act in bars
I really like dancing drunk
I have little, if any hope that the world will turn out as I wish it could.
I like girls who work in coffee shops
I can see age in my face
I'm scared