Free Association

I finally got me a library card (the BYU library just wasn't cutting it)! The book I wanted (Matched) to check out was all checked out by others, so I had to put it on the hold list.  I really wanted to read that book!  I was like #43 on the wait list.  Lame.  Oh well.  I got other books to read.

Robert and I already got our BYU Rugby tickets for this Saturday.  It's the championship game up at Rio Tinto against Arkansas State.  It's like Christmas for Robert.  He just gets so excited whenever his "boys" play.

I know, my blog entries kind of sound jumbled. Like there is no organization.  But I free-write for the most part.  Write whatever is on my mind, then write about the next thing that pops into my mind.  Writers call it free writing.  Psychologists call it free association.  I learned about the psychologist version while taking a humanities class last semester.  We learned about Sigmund Freud and his concepts of the subconscious/unconscious mind.  Maybe I'll play that game.  Find a list of words on Google and copy them onto here and write whatever first pops into my mind when I see a word.

Apple:  I ate an apple this morning.  Is it just me, or do apples make anyone else extremely full?  I didn't even have a full apple.  Must be the juices spreading in my stomach. I dunno.

Grace: Robert likes this name for a girl.  I am not sure I feel the same way.  It's alright.

Catching:  Catching Fire.  The 2nd book in the Hunger Games series.

Fur: PETA.  Who cares if people wear fur? They need to be warm.  The Nephites did it.  At least that's how they are portrayed.

Arm: Limb.  Speaking of limbs, my boss saw something on the news the other day about this girl and her friend who decided to make their own zipline over the Georgia lake.  The girl tested the zipline out, but it broke and she fell and she got a huge gash in her leg.  She went to the hospital and found out the water had some flesh-eating bacteria in it and the bacteria went down to her bone.  She had to amputate her leg.  It had already spread to her other leg and to her hands.  They weren't sure if they would have to amputate those off as well.  I love my limbs.  I hope I don't have to amputate anything.

Dozen: Eggs.

Cabbage: Cabbage Patch Kids.  I remember taking three separate strands of "hair" (yarn) on a Cabbage Patch Kid at my grandma's house when I was younger and braided them.  Then I took another three and braided those too.  I continued to do this until the whole head was braided so it kinda looked like the Cabbage Patch Kid had dreadlocks.

Puncture:  Brian Regan.  The part on the ironing board and its hazards, and the iron being able to create puncture wounds.

Okay, that was fun.  Maybe I'll do that again in another post when I am bored out of my mind.