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I'm patiently counting the clock down... only 39 minutes until I get off campus. I have a bottle of rum waiting for me at home and a hockey game to get drunk for. I went to my first game a couple of weeks ago and, despite not knowing a thing about hockey, I had a great time. BYU's team is terrible.... they remind me of children when they play soccer. The crowd of skaters all flow to the puck. It gets congested. Utah State University seemed to spread things out, and play a set offense (which might explain why they beat BYU 10-4). All in all, it's fun to get drunk in order to root for Mormons. It's one way I contribute to this society on my own terms.

Tomorrow the philosophy club is sponsoring a high school ethics bowl. I have to judge some of the rounds, but hope to get away in the early afternoon so that I can go to a pot-luck party and later to the bar.

I went hiking yesterday. It was therapeutic. I love to hike alone, much more so than with people. I become irritated with voices and the conversation that follows. I like to listen to the wind blow, the water flow and my breath compete with my heart-beat for attention. I feel more connected that way. It snowed on me as I ascended the trail at the end of the South Fork Canyon Road. I stopped, before heading back down the trail, to look down into a ravine. The wind was trying to push me in, but I resisted. I stood there, as the falling snow wrapped around my frame and continued on, down through the canyon, thinking that I had to be the most blessed person in the world.

I love the fact that I have a cup of coffee... I just wish someone would help me drink the rest of the pot. Damn!

It's Saturday... warm, lazy Saturday. I've taken the last few days off from work, and have had an incredibly liberating time at the expense of time itself. Ahhh... to do things at my own leisure (which means putting important stuff off until the last moment.) What have I done? I went hiking alone. I've read parts of "Does It Hurt To Think," by David Rothenberg. I've had coffee for hours upon hours at Juice and Java. I stumbled down to Provo's olympic venue (Seven Peaks Ice Arena) to watch my Cousin play hockey. He's a goalie for the BYU IceCats. Unfortunately, he was pulled half way through the 2nd period after having been scored on five times. It was an ugly choice by the coach. I don't pretend to know the game of hockey, but it was very apparent that Cousin's team was overmatched and the coach's decision to pull Chris out of the game to shake things up seemed inappropriate. After Chris was pulled USU scored four quick goals. I think the final score was 10 - 4, or something close to that. I ran into my other Cousin who, along with her husband, had come down from Salt Lake City to watch the game. I need to remind myself that I do have family here. I always forget. Noelle and Chris are neat people. I am fortunate to have them in my life. Ugh... I need to get an internet connection from home. I am in the public library and my time on this computer is running out. I've got to find some books that deal with the ethics of hunting. I am presenting with a panel for Ethics Awareness Week this coming tuesday, and have yet to prepare. God, I hope there aren't many people there. That's my life for today... it's nice outside. I'm going hiking.