Hot Springs, Krishnas, and a Flat Tire

I just got back from a freakin' awesome trip to P-town. I went to some hot springs on Friday night, which would be a super sweet place in the summer. Right now the trail is a forty minute hike through snow and mud. Then I went to the Hara Krishna temple in Spanish Fork for their festival of colors celebration. Everyone was throwing what looked like colored chalk powder, while listening to Hindi music. There were so many people there that the closest we could park was about half a mile away. Then on the way home, Strawberry road was covered in snow and there were some scary places where I almost slid off the road. Afterwards I ran over a screw 500 yards past the Tabby turn off, which flatend my tire instantly. I wonder if maybe that's Karma's way of telling me that I should not leave P-town.

My Precious......Books

Kittykat 5000 had a good idea for a post. I too like to read and have a sizable collection of my own favorites (mostly history). I even started to list them all but then realized that I am probably the only one who would not be immensly bored. To everyone else, I am sure it would just seem like a random set of history books. So, I decided to write about something else.
Tuesday I shadowed Mr. Gatherum as he taught his history classes. I still want to teach high school history, but I think it will take a while for me to get used to the students' level of immaturity. I watched a group of freshman boys pull the light bulbs off from a string of lights and throw them at another freshman boy across the room. Then one lied about it even when he was caught with a lightbulb still in his hand. Still, I suppose it could have been worse...
This weekend I will be out in the Wasatch front because nothing of real importance happens in the Basin. I have to watch a Shakespearian play for my English class on Friday. And I may find myself in Salt Lake for some reason or other (hot wings).
That's about it.

Spring Break, without the Spring

It occured to me today, as I scraped the stubborn frost from off my windshield this morning, that this Spring Break seems a little light on the spring and still heavy on the winter. While most people on the Wasatch Front can see more grass than snow, it is the exact reverse in the Basin. But perhaps more sunshine would only distract me from the true meaning of Spring Break: catching up on the copious amounts of homework I have neglected. Then I will be able to procrastinate until the next holiday for homework--Easter.
One other thing has been on my mind as spring slowly aproaches and it is my greatest fear. Spiders. As soon as the tempurature gets just right, hundreds upon hundreds of these suckers are going to hatch from their eggs. Personally, I would have to say that I hate spiders more than Rush Limbaugh hates liberal, leftist hippies. I still can't stand to watch more than ten minuites of "Arachnaphobia". Most of this animosity stems from the fact that spider venom, while harmless to most things, makes me swell up like Al Gore's ego. I guess with enough spider venom in me, I could probably look very similar to the Thing (with great power comes great responsibility) or maybe I would look more like Sloth from "The Goonies". Either way it's some bad juice. And it wouldn't be so bad except that the basement of my house is dark, cool, and where they like to live. Unfortunatly, it's also where I like to get most of my sleeping done.
Eh, this rant has gone on long enough. It's time for me to read some Kirby before I have to go to work. Later.