In 20 years, I will be.....

   I my life plans workout, I hope to be an orthopedic surgeon.  That is if I don't fail out of medical school.  Orthopedic surgeons, on average, make 1.4 million dollars a year starting out, and that to me could be pretty freaking sweet.  I would like to live somewhere other than Montana, perhaps northern California, Washington or anywhere on the west coast.  But I definitely could not handle living in a big city, I would need to commute there everyday in order to save my sanity because that many people would drive me nuts!  In the whole scheme of things being married or not never really crossed my mind, so I'm just going to play that by year.  I probably won't have kids, but if I do I would want one boy, that I would name Eli and he would become the cutest little cowboy-athlete ever, and I would adopt a child, preferably a boy, from Africa (he would probably make it into the NBA and I'd be set!).  I wouldn't have any girls, they are way too much work and drama.  Don't worry though, if my big life plans fail, I have a "Plan B."  If or when I fail out of medical school I would then sell all my belongings and assets and move to Africa, no where specific because I'm would end up going everywhere.  There I would learn the native languages and run around crazy like, doing whatever fits my fancy for that week or even day!  It's Africa, so I'm sure it's quite fitting to be crazy.  If my American money doesn't last long there I would guide people through the jungle and safari; I think this would work out because I speak English and would have a good knowledge of the culture, language, wildlife, and terrain by then.  When Africa starts to become to difficult for me to live when I get older, then maybe I'd move back to the United States, but who knows.  As of right now I hope the surgeon plan workouts and if it does I still plan on traveling to Africa.

Diagnosing Iago

   After extensive observations, it is clear that Iago is one messed up puppy.  This deceitful, conniving man only cares about himself.  He uses people, people who consider him an honest friend, in his schemes and twisted webs to manipulate others, often to either get them in trouble or to get him on top.  For example, Roderigo loyally follows Iago around like a lost dog ans acts as Iago's naive, lovestruck human puppet.  As of now Iago has had Roderigo rat out the marriage of Othello and Desdemona to her father, Brabantio, in hope to have Othello removed from as General and to fulfill Iago's jealous rage.  His rage is caused bu Othello's choice of second in command, Cassio.  Iago thought this choice foolish because Cassio has no battle experience and has only proved himself by intelligence, while Iago is a war veteran.  If Iago can't get back at Othello directly, he will try to take a stab at Cassio.  If he can get Cassio to fall, or fail Othello, then Iago would become lieutenant, or so he thinks.  Iago treats women with a nasty hate.  Especially those close to him, his wife, Emilia, and Desdemona.  In mt professional opinion, Iago can only see himself as a higher person if he puts those around him down.  He is a misogynist.  It's pathetic that he has no kind words about his wife and to satisfy his ruptures ego he must treat her like trash and shun her in public.  Overall what gets this guy off is watching others fall in hope of himself becoming on top and treating women like their only purpose in to reproduce and cook, in attempt to feed his greed for power and his sick ego.

Labor Day Weekend

Dear Diary,
      This past weekend was Labor Day weekend and with that we obviously received Labor Day (Monday) off from school.  Friday night really kicked things off with the first Herder football game, which took place in Red Lodge.  Our boys were expected to some real damage to this team and start the season off with a victory, as Red Lodge's football team last year fell short of what some may call "exceptional," (they sucked).  As to many's surprise the Rams turned out to be shockingly good, giving our boys a real good whooping.  The end score was 31-14, the Herders only scored in the fourth quarter when our opponents put in their second string.  But what is defeat?  Playing a better team and getting beat is just a better practice for later in the season.  The night wasn't a total loss though, I ended up laughing until I almost peed my pants with a friend while we were eating candy cigarettes from the amazing candy shop in Red Lodge.  Apparently I'm terrible at pretending to smoke, although I guess that's a good thing. 
     The next day tour volleyball team also made the trek to Red Lodge.  The past couple years Red Lodge has had a superb volleyball program, earning them second place in Class B State last year. We knew they were good, but we arrive scared.  To our shock, and everyone else's, we came out with a win in the first game.  Although they ended up winning the match in four games, we can really build strongly off our loss.  Highlight of the game had to have been when Haley Sargent received a spike right to the face from Tess Helerud (Red Lodge's best hitter) and it knocked her straight to the floor.  We actually kept the ball in play and returned it over the net, which is awesome.  I believe she received a dig for that in the stat book.   
    Sunday was pretty uneventful. I went to work mowing and weed eating up the boulder, and managed to sleep the remainder of the day away when I returned home. 
    On Labor Day the JV and Varsity had an optional volleyball scrimmage.  Of course I would go, I couldn't miss the opportunity to scrimmage with the coaches and have the chance to spike the ball at and block our assistant coach, Dale Wood.  The scrimmage encompassed many great and embarrassing moments.  Including when I missed a dig and out of shear frustration, I attempted to spike the ball off the bounce to get it to the other side of the net and to relieve some angry.  But, I totally whiffed and ended up on the floor in laughter.  Over all this weekend was both productive and restful.
    Until next time.....

The Last Time I Laughed Until I Cried

The last time I laughed until I cried was a about a year ago on the volleyball bus when we were returning from a game in Red Lodge.  I don't know if you have ever seen our volleyball team but as we may look lady-like, we are definitely not, especially when it comes to travel games.  This particular night Melissa, Hayley, and I all had some real bad gas problems going on. As you can imagine the back of the bus was pretty rank and stopping at the Columbus McDonald's didn't help matters any.  About halfway through our "gas" party Melissa had the genius idea to start "throwing" farts.  If you are unfamiliar with this term, it simply means farting into cupped hands and then throwing it at another.  At this time Maureen join us in the back and at the precise time of her finishing her food and walking past me to throw it in the garbage, I threw a fart right in her face, at a very close range.  Since the gas was already bad from far away, the close proximity of this intensified everything.  When Maureen received the fart she immediately started puking.  Everyone was laughing hysterically and most of us were also crying.  I think it's fair to say I won that battle. This was the last time I laughed until I cried.