I just reviewed all of my entries, and I realized that the end of the pot smoking neighbors hasn't been told. When I came back from Christmas, there was three days of stale pot smoke squeezed into my house. I was gagging the entire night. That proved to be the last straw, I called Jill again to complain. They happened to be in town for the holidays and came over to the house, smelt the smell themselves and notified the upstairs neighbors that if they get one more complaint about smoke that they would receive their notice. I know that the guys aren't happy with me, but I really don't care. I enjoy being able to come home in the evening and smell absolutely nothing.

I bought a handheld voice/tape recorder the other day. I hope that this will help me with my writing.

happy new year
I have been busy and sick as of late. My system crashed after school ended, but I feel better now. Even though I was soo busy last semester I did really well--I got a 3.8 GPA.
But I really wrote because I am annoyed. Against my better judgement I checked out the UTARP website--boy was that stupid. I have been removed from the crew list. Which definitely means that Bradley never ever intended to talk to me again. He wanted to avoid potential confrontation with me soo badly that he is letting this all end openly. I hate his unproffesional behavior, and I pity him personally. I guess that to everyone but me, this all means absolutely nothing, I don't think that I can make anyone understand.
The new semester has started. Man, semester opening at the bookstore has just been hell, but I enjoy it and I seem to have adapted well to my new leadership responsibilities.

so since the last time I wrote finals have come and gone. I didn't stress them at all, but then again I only had two of them. This might prove to be my best semester yet. I should do the incredibly busy thing more often. So now, I am just working. I was supposed to go to work early but I didn't, I felt that sleeping a bit more would do me a bit of good. It did. Lately I have been soo tired that when I get up in the morning I feel this weight in shoulders.
Oh, yesterday morning I got a call from Erol. Normally those distrub me greatly, but not yesterday. He kept trying to speak to me in english, which I guess is a nice gesture on this part. But I couldn't understand him and we held the entire conversation in Turkish. Now normally I panic when I have to speak on the phone in Turkish, but I did really really well. He asked about the weather and my family, and Chuck who he had been trying to call. The conversation was a couple of minutes too, not the normal 60 sec it usually is. So my success in Turkish on the phone made me happy all day, so it is kind of odd that I was happy that Erol called....strange, that might take a while to figure out.
What else is happening? I got promoted to lead worker at the bookstore, it means a pay raise and now I have the authority to boss people around. I bossed them around anyway, but now they can't challenge me on it.

so I am home in Price for the Thanksgiving weekend, and instead of doing my homework what am I doing? Watching the James Bond Movie Marathon on TNN. So here is what I have learned:
1. Evil henchmen always wear uniforms.
2. The villian is always willing to tell the good guy the entire plan.
3. It is no problem if you leave your equipment behind you, no one will ever find it.
4. Who needs a cover, just use your own name.
5. The worst possible puns-as-pick-up-lines will always get the beautiful girl to go to bed with you.
6. The bad guy always seems to have a cat.
7. You always win the fight, no matter how many people you are against, or their size; also you rarely bleed, bruise, or mess up your hair.
8. You always discover the plan just before the villian is about to impliment it.
9. Everything can be blamed on the communists, be it the Russians or the Chinese.
10. The only sophisticated way to gamble is to play craps on borrowed money in a tuxedo.

and another thing... I have been hyper emotional the past two weeks---no it isn't my period, it ended a week and a half ago---but I was in the car driving home and the song "american pie" came on the radio. After a few minutes I was crying so hard that I couldn't sing along anymore. the sad thing is, I don't know what I was so moved..

so I realized a couple of minutes ago that i have gone the entire day without talking to anyone. It feels strange, I have lots of things to tell but I seem to be so busy that I never get a chance to talk with anyone, but I think about telling people stuff and then I forget that I haven't actually told them yet...does that happen to anyone else?

Thought for the day!
Turkish TV is so much fun, KRAL TV is now live online, hee hee hee it is a lot of fun, reminds me of Diyarbakir...memories...

I have finally discovered the cure for the circles under my eyes!!! No, it isn't more sleep, who has time for that, no, in fact, it is makeup consealer! Coming in a small tube that resemebles a lipstick, this handy dandy new discovery makes it easy to retouch my dark undereye circles in seconds! And it is more effective than caffenine pills! Suddenly people are commenting on how rested I look. Oh, the other wonder makeup discovery this week is roll-on eyeshadow---10 seconds or less and my makeup is finished! Isn't technology a wonderful thing!

Ever have one of those days when you are afraid that you have become incredibly boring? No? Oh, well, guess that I can't symphaize with you then. See I am actually afraid that I am getting boring, or maybe it is because I don't seem to have any stories to tell. So if nothing interesting happens to me anymore then I must be boring. Right? Right. Hummm...I'll think on that.
It's Ramadan again, this is day number 3 of the the fast. It isn't too difficult this year, but that is probably because I am so busy, I have a feeling that this weekend will just kill me. I forgot to get up early this morning to eat breakfast. So I slept an extra two hours, and although the hunger has much harder to deal with today, it was nice not feeling sleepy all day. I still feel tired though, the sleep deprivation is so acute at times that I stumble around like I am drunk. Luckily for me everyone who sees me doing this, thinks that I am just horsing around.
Oh, last week sometime, I ended up buying two rugs on eBay. They came today. They are Buhara's from Uzbekistan (and for you geography buffs out there, that is where the city of Buhara is). I got them for cheap $1, plus shipping and handling, which came to $30---either way these rugs are a deal. They are pretty big to 4x6 feet. So if you want a cheap rug, go to eBay and search under Uzbek. It's pretty cool.
Anything else? I think I had a hallucination this week, I am not sure. On Tuesday or Wednesday morning, my alarm went off and I was kind of trying to wake up. Then I noticed someone walking into my bathroom. I could see through the person, they had a faint outline. The weird thing is that she looked just like this girl at work. So, I am watching this thing walk into my bathroom, then she bends down as if she is getting water from a water cooler. She fills up her glass and then turns, leaning up against the sink, drinking water, and staring at me. Well, at first I thought that I was half asleep and dreaming or something like that, so I closed my eyes and opened them again. She was still there! Then I closed my eyes, turned my head to face the wall, opened them again. I slowly turned my head back to face the bathroom and....she was still there drinking her water. I was beginning to get annoyed and a little freaked out at this time, because 1, normally blinking once or twice makes the things that I see go away, and 2, I really had to go to the bathroom and I couldn't because someone was in there drinking water!!! My bladder finally won the battle so I got out of bed opn the opposite side, not the one facing the bathroom, walked around the bed to the bathroom and she was gone my the time I got there. Which was good because I got to pee.

Well I actually did something this weekend. I know, I know, you are all wondering how I manage to have a sicial life, but yes it is possible. Friday night I went with Stephanie and Ryan to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show, they weren't very in to it though, so I kind of felt stupid for doing the Time Warp with as much vigour as I did but oh well. They also won't let you bring in your own props anymore, you have to buy them. It wasn't too expensive, but packing your own stuff has always been a kind of hightlight.
Then Sat. night I went to Halloween party given by the secretary of the History dept. She was concerned that I wouldn't come if Bradley was going to be there, but the idea didn't bother me at all, heck, I lived with the guy for 3 weeks without him talking to me civilly, a couple hours at a party would be nothing. The party was nice though, I didn't talk about school or work the whole evening so it was kind of relaxing.
So, I am still enjoying the wonders of the DSL line, the new thing in music downloading. A friend told me about this free site and that has been my fasination most of the week.

well something of interest happened today----I got the Bookstore scholarship. It is $500 to cover my books and school supplies for a full year. I can now total my scholarship at the staggering figure of $600 for my entire college career. Anyway, having this scholarship makes me happy! Happy, happy, happy!
That was about it for the day though, I found out that I might be able to take my third year of Turkish this summer at the U. Another happy thing. Also Tuesday is my nap day---I come home for lunch---so I guess naps make me happy too. So today must have been a happy day.
Another thing that makes happy is the new DSL line that I got. Now I can watch Turkish television at home--hooray for cheesy turkish movies and music videos!!

before I forget, I have a complaint to voice. I am just gonna smack the new neighbors. About a month or so ago my family was staying over at my house and the boys upstairs decided to smoke pot. Now it was soo strong that I knew they were smoking in the house, and furthermore I knew that they were smoking in the basement. This presents a problem for me because only a door separates the basement area that they use and my apartment. At the time, I tried to downplay it with my parents, but I was a little embarassed. Later that week, I talked to one of the three who swore that it was their friends smoking and that they were not in the house. So last night, 7 pm, I am in my house with Dione and I start to smell it again. Strong too because it was close. We were about to leave to see a movie, so before going I went in the back to see if they were outside. They weren't. No lights were on in the house, but the basement lights were on. Hummmm...what am I supposed to think? After the movie, we came home and my house reeked. I just did laundry yeasterday too, and now everything smells like pot. So I go storming upstairs and ask the guys upstairs not to smoke in the house ever again. Oh course they played dumb, "ahh, no one was smokin' in the house.." but when I mentioned that the smoke started at 7, they started to have this guilty look on their faces. Then they promised that they wouldn't smoke in the house anymore, "anymore" meaning that they had been and that they had lied to me about it before!!!!!!!!! So now my house smells like stale pot, and the smell is cycling around the ventilation system so that every time the heat kicks on I can smell it again. Candles don't help, either does incense, and I am not sure that they have made a bottle of frebreeze large and strong enough to take away the smell. can you see why I am a little upset.

So the stupid server kept giving me these error messge saying that there was a faulty template, so I would keep coming back to the site hoping that it would work and then it wouldn't, until this evening when the bright idea hit me-----if I change the template it might work right. and... viola! I am writing to you once again.
Last Friday was a pretty cool day at job number 2 (SWCA), see whenever anyone builds anything across BLM land they have to have an Arch. firm survey the area. Then after the survey is completeing they have to have a representative from that firm moniter the construction workers to make sure that they don't dig through a site. Well, last Thursday our current big project was working on a pipeline out near Nephi. No sites had been found for miles around and there was no evidence in the baulk that there was any cultural remains, so they were digging away...until the backhoe operator noticed something odd sticking out of the back fill pile. Upon investigation they found it to be a human femur. Somehow they had managed to go through an entire burial without any evidence in the baulk. There was no coffin or cultural remains to be found either. So my firm has a crew out there now sifting through a pile of dirt 10 meters by 4 meters and about 2 meters high. But back to Friday morning, they needed to know how many bones they had collected so far, but they didn't have time to wait for Chick to sort them all out-----so they let me do it. :) It has been forever since I took my bone class, but I did ok. I was just so excited that they let me do it---they trusted a lowly lab monkey!!! small things make me happy.
also speaking of small things making me happy, I got my DSL line hooked up today, this also makes me happy because I can check the email and talk on the phone at the same time, not to mention the amazing internet radio oppurtunities now available to me. good day ...

ahhhh, the stupid page won't upload!!!!!!!!!!!

Over a month...ouch, I am a lazy ass, aren't I?
Unfortuately not too much has happened lately, I just seem to be really really busy. The only time I see my house is the half hour to hour from the time I get up until I leave, then from when I return home until I go to bed.
So an update on the Bradley thing.... I contacted him when he returned, he wouldn't speak with me, and accused me via email of single-handedly ruining the dig. Quite a feat, but apparently I was pretty good at that task and lacking in everything else. He even said that I "incited a rebellion", yes, yes, I know that I look harmless...but be careful!!!!!!!!! I'm evil. heeh heeh heeh (that's my raspy evil giggle-is it effective, do you think?) Ultimately, I felt that Bradley was being an immature whiner and I had to go to the chair of the department to plead my case. The chair was unusually happy that someone "was willing to stand up to Bradley", and he thought that I had a strong case. But he later changed his mind and sided with Bradley. Although he said that he would support me if I wished to pursue a more public redress against Bradley, but ---me beingthe egotisical person that I am---decided that I don't want to give Bradleythe satisfaction of winning twice, in this respect. So I am petitioning for a withdrawl of the class from my record. I turned in my keys ages ago, which was kind of sad, I have had keys to Carlson hall for 4 years now. I haven't seen Bradley since I have returned, and I am also taking a class from Janet, which is not weird at all---she is soo much cooler than he is. And another annoucement on the Bradley front is that everyday I am needing less and less gossip on Bradley to make myself feel better--soon, I will never talk about him again! whoo hoo! Okay, well it's important to me anyway.
So on to regular life. I am doing the two job thing and school at the moment. On wednesday nights I work until one in the morning so that I can listen to Greer's radio show on KAMP student radio. (Wednesday nights 10-12pm arizona time, live via the internet at Http://kamp.arizona.edu, check it out, lots of fun) So last wednesday night I work late, get home 1- 1:30, asleep by 2. My alarm is set for 5am. I snap awake at 8am. I just stared at the clock thinking that I should be somewhere, but I couldn't remember where, because I couldn't remember what day it was. So I got up started to get dressed and almost fifteen minutes later realized that it was infact Thursday and the possible Friday that I thought it was, and that I was late for my class that begins at 8:30. That was the excitement of the week--but next week will be better, I have the opera on Monday night.
So until next time, which I promise will be sooner,
me

Ok, long time since I have written--and honestly I don't know if anyone reads these but I have stories to tell anyway.

So, I am back at my house in Salt Lake now, and I have met the new neighbors. They are 3 guys; Josh, Patrick, and Trevor. Very sweet but they are not the brightest lights in the store, of you know what I mean. School started last wednesday. I have been working at the bookstore--close to 40 hours this week, and at SWCA -only under 10 hours there. So I have been very busy and actually quite tired, but I feel pretty rested today.

The one upset since I last wrote was that Bradley gave me a C as a grade for the field season in Turkey this year. Can you believe that? A C! The grade was obviously given on personal grounds. I willhave to talk to him to get it changed when he gets back in mid-sept. If he refuses to change the grade I will have to go over his head. I am totally going to fight this one. I think that it is my right. Besides I worked for a full six weeks, 12-13 hour days, 6 days a week---plus I had to pay for the credit out of my own pocket----yes, I think the grade deserves an A. However, Bradley promised that he would give anyone who took it for credit an A---I guess that it is just another example of him breaking his promises.

It feels strange not having to do anything in particular each day. This week has been strange- and yes I know that it is only Monday-but I am going on a week here at my parent's house. I have read a bunch--mostly Harry Potter at the moment-I have forgotten how many times I have read those books by now. And I just finished another one, so I am trying to decide what to do now.
My family and I went up to Spanish Fork today and saw the movie Signs--it was pretty good-with a twist.
Tommorrow is Jimmy's appointment with the therapist and my parent's want me to go in and talk to the guy before the session. I think they think that is will help the therapist understand Jimmy better if he meets the eluvise older sister.
There are odd little things that I have to do before I go back to real life but I am spacing them out along the week so that I will have something to do each day. How do housewives do this everyday? TV is boring-but we did get the Cartoon Network finally-but that even gets boring after a while. The laundry is already done and the house is clean and it isn't time to start thinking about making meals yet. I could spend my time writing emails to everyone that I know, but I don't have anything else to say. The only reason why I continue to type here now is that I like the sound my keyboard makes when I type- I feel useful and productive.
I think that I will give my turtles a bath. It is nice to share a room with them again. Back in the dighouse in Turkey, the fan that was in the lab made this tiny squeak each time it oscillated-it sounded just like the noise that the turtles make when they are restless in their tank. So whenever I was working I would hear that noise and think of them. Sometimes when I look at them and talk to them-yes I talk to my pets- I half expect them to smile back at me. Maybe I have had too much of Harry Potter and the cartoon network...

I went to the doctor today and like usual the doctor has no idea what is wrong with me. So I am on antibotics for the diaherra, and have a pain killer type thing that is to help with my stomach cramps. The cramps are awful--I couldn't eat because they would get worse, or move alot because they would start to hurt as well. I felt better today anyway so I believe that my system is fighting everything off.
Called my friends today and checked in with them--they all sounded happy to hear from me and frankly it was nice just to be able to talk to them. I am not sure when I will be coming back to Salt Lake. My family intends to keep me at the house until I feel better-which is fine by me. I think I can go and work at the bookstore again on the 19th, but I have to call them and check, and I also have to call my other job at SWCA to see if anything is going on there. There is no way around it, I am going to have to take a second job this year, if SWCA falls through I will be open to suggestions on what line of employment I should seek: lion tamer, stripper, window washer.... I'll have to take a poll on that one. School starts on the 21st. Yep that's all that is a goin' on. yep yep yep that's it... ok I think I will go back and watch some more of the cartoon network-cable is soo much cooler when it is at your parent's house...

Well, I am home. There is a lot to say and I am not sure where to start or even to bother trying to explain all the reasons why I left early. Regardless of my reasons, Bradley is refusing to listen to them. He is taking it extremely personally, which annoys me on many many levels. But the end result is that I have no regrets about leaving. In fact leaving everyone on the dig was the hardest and bravest thing that I have ever done---yes, even braver than the cockroaches and going to a movie by myself.
I am not going to write very much at all today---the Bismil special traveled back with me to the states and I have been running to the bathroom every few minutes. Hopefully tomorrow everything will be better. But I just wanted to let everyone know that I made it back home--with all of my luggage ;)

news flash--- Typhoid outbreak at Kenan Tepe dighouse--12 people affected---don't worry I am not one of them.
Debbie announced to Bradley that she had changed her tickets to leave dismil Bismil early-regardless of the talk that she had with Bradley--result: Bradley is taking it personally and refuses to talk or even acknowlegde her presense.
Debbie returns home on the 6th of August. Yippy Skippy!
That is all for the moment- more at 11.