Beatles, Beer, and Buyings. (2.2.8)

I went to a Beatles party last night. There was a plethora of Beatles paraphernalia at this house. It was amazing how many books and records and movies and posters he had. He, Austin, is a friend of Ryan Darton, a friend in my ward. There were a lot of people there, and a lot of them were wearing Beatles shirts or suits. It was the best Beatles party I've seen. There was also a lot of beer and smoking. Had I been brought to that party six months ago, I would have been uncomfortable. I wouldn't have been used to the beer and the kids going out for smokes and the smell of incense and all the swearing. Now, because I've lived with roommates and floor friends for 5 months who drink and party and swear like there's no tomorrow, I'm very used to it. It surprises me how used to it I feel. And the best part about it is that it still isn't desirable to me. I don't care to smoke or drink. I was talking with a friend named Tyler today at breakfast at the HC and he was saying that I don't not drink just because I'm Mormon, I don't drink because I choose not to. And this is very true. Chelsea is Mormon but chooses to drink. I just don't because I don't like not having control over my body. I don't like having something running through my blood that shouldn't be there. I don't not drink because I think I'll go to hell if I do, and I don't think people who do drink are going to hell, I just don't drink. But when I'm asked and I say I don't drink, it's almost always followed by Oh are you Mormon? Lot's of Mormons drink, but lots of people who don't drink happen to be Mormon, so the high correlation between not drinking and being assumed Mormon is just inevitable. The party was very fun though. I loved it. A guy who lived upstairs brought his guitar and amp down and played Beatles music for us. I was on the couch for hours just lying back enjoying the relaxed life. My weeks was so busy and stressful that it felt so good to just have a chill night while learning interesting facts about the Beatles and watching The Yellow Submarine.

Last week in Provo at my sister's apartment we sat for 10 minutes watching incense smoke. It's amazing. It looks like some material, maybe silk, in a gaseous state. I bought incense today and burned a half a stick. It's so fun to watch. I turned on some good music and just stared. So cool. Already someone asked if someone was smoking weed. I went down the hall and was sitting in Mark and Tyler's room and Jackie and Erica came down and asked that. I laughed. Chelsea doesn't like incense. When I came back to my room it still smelled very strong even though I put it out a while ago. I opened the window to air it out. I don't mind it. I like it, actually. It relaxes me, I think. It might give me a headache, but I don't know yet. So hopefully Chelsea won't hate it (she's in Ogden this weekend) when she get's back and we'll be able to just burn some a tiny bit at a time.

I spent exactly 60 dollars at D.I. today. I bought:
A pair of shoes, 4 dollars
A pair of dress ish shoes, 4 dollars
A brown skirt, 5 dollars
A pink and brown skirt, 5 dollars
A brown sweater, 5 dollars
A pink sweater, 5 dollars
A white and colorful sweater, 4 dollars
A striped sweater, 5 dollars
A blue coat, 8 dollars
A yellow coat, 15 dollars

I spent 42 ish dollars at Smith's today. I bought:
A shot glass for my roommate, 3.39 It reads, "Eat drink and be merry, tomorrow you may be in Utah. She's from New York. She loves it and is already using it.
Some Nylons. Grandma style, I know. 5 dollars
Bite size Rice Cakes, 1.99
A box of Fruity Pebbles, her favorite cereal, for Chelsea, 2.28
3 Headbands to keep my hair back when running, 9 dollars
3 pairs of gloves, 1.47 a piece
1 bag of Cadbury Eggs, 2 dollars
3 packs of Incense, 3 dollars
An incense burner, 1.49
The first ring I've ever bought for more than 25 cents, 12.50

I wish I had the gift of tongues. I want to speak every language. This was my thought when helping a German couple get somewhere today. He spoke a little bit of English, but she hardly did. I just wish I could have started speaking in German fluently. Across from me in my drawing class is 3 boys, all returned missionaries. One speaks Spanish, one speaks Russian, and one speaks a plethora of languages from the Philippians. I think it's so cool. If missions do nothing else, at least they teach some boys to speak fluently in a foreign language in 2 years.

Buenas noches