Friday, September 12, 2008

Toilet Paper Phantom

So at school in the ladies restroom there is a toliet paper phantom. She leaves toilet paper all over the floor as well as all over the seat. Um, hello! If you don't want to touch the seat get the paper seat cover thing that is hanging on the wall above the toilet! Also--if you are going to use toilet paper to cover the floor and toilet--remove it please. It has touched your behind and it should not be up to me to remove it after you are finished! If I ever find out who this toilet paper phantom is---I will wrap her in toilet paper that I used to cover the toilet seat and floor becuase it is GROSS!

Farming Cat Nip?

So...there is a guy in my law classes and we were talking today about what our families do etc... and I learned somethign new today--His dad farms CAT NIP. Really? Is that a real job? Apparently it is rather lucrative as well. That is freaking awesome! How do you grow cat nip? What is in cat nip? I know it is like "pot" for cats and stuff but what is in it? If anyone knows this, please, enlighten me! I want to go to a cat nip farm.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Face of the Future?

So when I started at camp this summer I was getting ready every day, doing my make up, my hair, it was fun. Near the end you were lucky if I brushed my hair. I look back on those days as I begin my life as a professional student, a law student no less (they told us during orientation that school was the beginning of our careers so ya, I am a professional...) I look at my pictures from camp and wonder, is this the face of the future? Oh YA!

The Socratic Method

So as most of you know I am in law school in Boston. I had heard horror stories of this so called socratic method that is infamous in the law school circuit and knew that it could be a little crazy. NEVER in my life did I think I would ever be so scared in class even though I had done all the homework, done all the case briefs, the reading, re-reads and double checking of the briefs and be terrified to sit in some of my classes. All of my teachers are amazing, love hearing them etc, and a couple of them are not so socratic...yet...but there are a couple who just pick your name from the roll or our "get to know you"cards. For any of you who are thinking that it can't be that bad, oh yes, yes it can be. So I will continue to overprepare, overthink, and overload on my studies for that dreadful day when Professor Sorensen or Berman say "Ms. Jarvis, what are the details of this case?" And what is even more sad, is that even after that terrifying day, I will keep doing it for fear that I can get called on more than one time a semester.

Friday, August 22, 2008

public transportation...

So here in Boston as I start my school year I am at the mercy of public transportation. While it is very efficient, fast, and cheap (some places here charge you 32 dollars a DAY to park) and it drops me off like 2 blocks from school--there are some variables that make it a little less attractive. two days ago I was on the T. That is the term for the subway system out here--So I'm on the T, the orange line to be exact and my stop is the very last one to go home. It had been a long day of shopping for school and orienting myself to the city, transit system etc. So there I am, it is rush hour and all the seats are full--which is fine becuase I kind of prefer standing on the T sometimes--There is this guy, CREEPER! I'm looking around on the car just becuase it is fun to see all the different people while I jam out to my ipod, anywho, back to the creeper.

So it is me, ipod, tons of people, and the creeper. I can feel someone watching me and of course I am looking around at all the fun sights (aka--crazies) and I catch the eye of this guy. He is staring really hard and looking like a sketchball--i just decide to assume he is just looking at everyone like I am so I move on. A couple minuted later, as I finish with my scan I catch him still staring at me. He is staring at me like I am a steak who was very well done--yuck. And he had moved closer. Now this would not have been a problem if I returned the infatuation--but on no--I was actually kind of creeped out. So as we moved down the train line from stop to stop he continued to move closer and closer and I crept more towards the door. He honestly never stoped staring. I didn't know if he thought he knew me or what but he was a crazy!

Ok, I know, I am draggin it out but I had to deal with this guy for like 30 minutes on the train. So I get off at the last stop on the line and as we approach the 2nd to last stop I had already decided to just get off if he didn't because he was totally making me uncomfortable. So teh train stops and I wait to see if he moves and thankfully he does--but--he walks toward the door that I am near and he gets as close as possible tome and makes sure that he brushes against me. He stares me down the whole time so I finally just get annoyed and glare at him and shift so he isn't as close as he tried to be. can I just say--Ewwww! So while public transportation is my life for the next three years--creepers will also be a part--I am going to have to work on my death glare!

Friday, July 11, 2008

Moth's, spiders, and bugs in general.

So life here at camp has forced me into a lot of reflective periods. My latest one has been about the moth. I know, random, but there are a ton of these suckers here. Most specifically, Gypsy (maybe) moths. They are beautiful! There are a lot of seriously gnarly spiders here (which I hate by the way, but we pretty much invaded their habitat so I fell a little more guilty about killing them--not that it stops me--but only if they are in my face or creeping me out!)

Anywho--Moth's--There are so many here and the other day I found my self studying them. They just come and land on you, on your computer, the piano, etc. So this beautiful moth, supposedly called the gypsy moth. It is huge and amazing. So they have furry bodies--and I was wondering about their life span and even their function in life. I have no idea what moth's are for. But the other day I saw a gypsy moth and someone had torn it's wing off and so it was dying and I started crying. I was kind of surprised by this since you know, they are a bug, but as I thought more about it, moth's are actually kind of cool.

It might just be a sign that I have way to much time on my hands because I have literally been comtemplating the life of a moth. I know, but there are so many bugs here and Moth's seem to be the coolest. Anyway, I just looked at google and they are just called green moth, whatever. They are gorgeous. I felt really bad for all these moths who keep getting killed because peopel are dumb. I think maybe I need to go into like animal rights. Maybe it is bad, but I can handle people getting injured etc, over animals. I know, but aniamls are helpless. They don't deserve it...except spiders are other biting insects. hate them!

Fourth of July

So this year of course I am at camp and missed the amazing Miley Cyrus at Utah's stadium of fire---so So they had all these really fun activities for the campers and stuff and there was a BBQ etc. I was kind of depressed becuase the 4th is one of my absolute favorite holidays and I really kind of wanted to be at home doing family stuff and watching the fireworks and everything. Anyway, sadness everywhere on my part--joy for the campers.

I knew that we were going to see some fireworks over the lake and I knew that would be cool but ya know, there was no way it could replace Donny Osmond singing "staduim of fire" and all kinds of stuff. SO--they started the thing with camp fire singing and they sang the usual patriotic songs--it was good--then they stated a fire in this bin--and the announced that there were going to retire a flag. I had no idea what they were talking about--but suddenly all these really cool quotes were being read about the flag--I think they were different parts of a poem--it was really cool--then they took the flag that they had flying over camp for the last 10 years and burned it. It was crazy. Everyone stood upa nd I just started bawling.

I had never really thought about what the flag stood for. I mean, we have all the usual textbook answers and stuff but if you really think about it--it has such a deeper meaning, especailly right now when the nation is in so much turmoil, and I don't just mean the war ya know. There is so much to it--with all the things that people are doing to each other, to themselves. Independence day shouldn't just be about how we broke free from Englad or whatever. It represents freedom from all kinds of oppression. Our country as a whole, we continually oppress those around us, those within our own country.

I just kept thinking about all the sacrifices that so many people have made from the beginning of time to make sure we have a free land. I kept thinking about stuff in the BOM as well about how this land will be choice as long as we serve God and it is really kind of scary to see how many people really don't. I don't mean to sound all preachy but I just really love our country and hate to see it destroy itself from within. Poverty, abuse, porn, etc, we just hurt ourselves and each other. How many of us are slaves to our addictions? Are we truly independent? I don't know, I just kept thinking about all this stuff as the flag was burned and over the last few days what freedom, patrotism, and true independence really means to me. I love America and while I plan on helping the justice system and people in general when I become a lawyer, I don't think my lack of education should stop me from doing something now. What that is I'm not sure, but I know it has to start with my daily choices. The small ones that don't appear to make much difference, but if you look back at life, it is those small details, those things you said, made, felt, that really make the moments.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

I cussed at camp today...

So for the first time in two weeks I totally used a cuss word today. I will say it was very warranted. Let me give you all a little scenario. I am one of maybe 4 mormon's here at camp and so I am trying to really keep my language clean. Well, today I had just finished taking a nice shower. I had just put on my garments and as I went to grab my bra I looked down at my boob--they tend to be in the way--and there was a huge thing crawling on me! As I investigated further it was a gigantic spider! Seriously huge! I screamed probably at the top of my lungs s@$! and flew around my room looking for something to save me!

At this point one of my cabin mates who has heard me screaming (yes, I kept screaming during the entire time---I know, I know) and comes out of her room. I run over to this woman I barely know yelling at her to get it off repeatedly. Now little background on this woman, she takes 5 minute showers, she is all natural and her job is basically called campcraft--she leads kids on hikes, camping, all outdoors and I am screaming like a freaking banshee about the giant spider on my boob. Ya. talk about mortified even more. Oh and during the year she even lives at like a campground place in Cali and takes schoolkids all over Yosemite and stuff.

So she calmly removes the spider onto her hand--and goes "hmm, I wonder what kind of species this is" as she walks it outside. Really? What species! It was on my freaking Boob! I, still frantic, smartly replied, it is the kind that lives in my freaking underwear drawer! Then I kept apologizing for swearing and scrfeaming like a mad woman. That is my life at camp as of today. Spiders. Bugs. And as of 1 this afternoon, kids. I am a wreck! YAY CAMP!

Friday, June 20, 2008


So I only went to a coed sleep away camp once in my lifetime--it was called clear creek and I think I was in the 6th grade or something. It was only for a week but that was enough. I had a horrid memory come back to me this morning as I was showering (in our shower with no curtains...classy).

I remembered that this one time, at sleepaway camp, I was one of the silly girls who had developed early and thought it would be super cool to take a shower and on the way back from the shower to not only go in my towel but to be sure and walk by the boys bunks. It was night time, they were all getting ready for bed and so my friends and I all went to the shower house. They had all decided to do the same as me, going in the towel and such but they all chickened out. Not me of course. I was fearless. Yep, not stupid, fearless.

Anywho, picture this, evening, me, the girls, towel, holding all my shower stuff, walking by the window of whoever it was I liked at the time, him, looking out the window at that precise moment, me...being amazing, tripping on a log as I try to flip my wet hair instead of watching the trail, dropping my shower stuff and letting go of my towel. Oh yes, the towel, he saw me...and I mean SAW.

Anyways, today in the shower I had a flashback and thought, hmmm, maybe I will share. Just one of many of the humiliations in my wonderful, amazingly, blessed life!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Hello from camp

So, I have been at camp for just overf 24 hours...and it is freezing tonight by the way. It isn't bad. There are a lot of bugs, the piano is out of tune, everybody already knows somebody else because they are either returning or working here with a friend, but it is doable. The area is beautiful and when I figure out how I will post some pictures of the camp. The people are really nice but you knwo when you can tell that people are forcing it because they feel like they have to be nice and then the conversation lapses into that really uncomfortbale dead air...ya that is how today has been for me. AWESOME!
However, I have't been super outgoing myself. I have been nice and friendly, but again, it just feels forced. Don' t get me wrong, there are some freaking aweosme people here, my A-TEAM (also know as the arts group) are really cool and nice but it just seems to already have so many little clicks. I hate clicks. Hate. But it is all good and fun and the setting could not have been more beautiful. I know I am where I need to be and maybe I'll learn something about myself. Like today for instance, I learned that I freaking hate biting flies and I get into these wierd kill the bugs frenzys. It is super! Well, I will keep you all posted. Take care and I love some of know who you are in case there are any random stranger reading it...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Crocs...the evil shoe

So these shoes are like the really evil version of Birkenstocks. I used to wear those in high school and I loved them, along with all the hippies, and zoobies (only I did not wear them with socks!). So I needed some light shoes for camp that can get wet that are less than a billion dollars (chako, keene, etc) and so I gave in to this un-natural shoe--Croc. They are bright blue. And they aren't the normal croc style, they are the lindy style or something. The sick part is, I think they are really cute--they make me think of the jelly shoes I LOVED in elementary school. Anywho--I gave in...and I like it!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Circuit City

Circuit City is EVIL! AS you might have previously read, my camera is a p.o.s. I went to return it to the store forever ago when I got back from Europe since it froze on the Eiffel Tower after 2 weeks of owndership and they said, "oh sorry, get a new battery." So I did. And it worked for a minute, ok like 8 months off and on, and now it is again on the fritz. They will do nothing for me. It is only a year old! I hate Circuit City. I am boycotting. the end

Getting ready for Camp!

So as nobody knows, I am getting ready to move to New Hampshire for about 9 weeks to work at Camp Walt Whitman as their music specialist. YAY! I am so excited to be able to go out and have fun meeting a bunch of new people and working with kids who want to be there...for those of you who know where I work, you know what I mean... So Glad to work with happy people and kids! The minor setback, is that I haven't played the piano in forever and so I have been practicing for almost 2 hours everyday. eh. It's coming back, but wow, I forgot a lot.

Anywho--after camp I am moving to Boston to Go to law school at New Englnad School of Law and so I have to have all of my stuff packed for school before I go out to camp so my parents can ship it out to me--or if I decide it is cheaper one of my amazing friends--Mathan GQ will maybe drive all my stuff out to me.

So I pretty much hate packing. I never realized how much useless stuff I have in my possession. It's really kind of hard to decide what come with and what doesn't! I mean, I'll be out there for at least 3 years which seems like forever even though I know it will go by so stinking fast. Oh, and I have yet to find an apartment out there so there is some more good times! Well, that is the latest. I'll get some pictures up soon, but of course my amazing camera that I have had for just over a year is a piece of crap and doesn't work may be a few. YAY! Camp Walt Whitman here I come! 10days. yikes.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008


ummm, hi you need to help me figure out how to work this freaking blog! I love you long time and can't wait to hear all about Europe! Miss you!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

It's my first gentle

Eww, perverts. I meant blogging! So ya, one of my favorite people D-Unit showed me how to set up a blog so look for some amazing updates abotu law school and of course a little camp walt whitman I'll be working at this summer!