Saturday I went to see Hubble 3D

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This photo is from my dad when he was out searching for Nessie in Scotland one time.Success.

I've been reading about the Loch Ness monster lately, known more commonly as Nessie. Apparently there has been a new sighting of her, though I don't know how recent this is. I also read that some 'scientist' tried to suggest that Nessie was an elephant and the original photographic proof of Nessie's existence, Surgeon's photo, was in fact an elephants trunk as it swam in the water. That's poppycock, according to Dr Wikipedia PhD elephants swim to cool off from the hot African climate and Scotland averages about 15.6°C/60°F in summer and so logic would follow the elephant wouldn't be hot and wouldn't need to swim around in the 5.5°C/42°F water. Conclusion; scientists know nothing and Nessie is probably real.

Surgeon's photo was later admitted to being a hoax and was in fact an aquatic toy he and his son attached some neck like structure to and went out on the loch to take photos of it.

Rob comes home tomorrow and I'm excited.

It's raining in the way that makes one think that one should be seeking out Noah.

Recently, the gas to the house here was turned off, I hadn't realized that the gas and other utilities were run by separate companies. The water heater, therefore, had been off for about a week when I decided to turn it back on on saturday after taking a cold shower that was colder than I had wanted. I was still in a towel, and thought, I'll just run outside to the water heater and light it real quick. Either through habit or pure stupidity, I pulled the door shut behind me. After lighting the pilot, I walked back to the door to find it locked. The front door too. Oops. I thought that maybe a window might be unlocked, so I tried all of those as well. I even used a ladder that was around the side of the house to try the higher windows. In a towel. I found a piece of baling wire and thought that I might be able to break into the house the way that I used to break into the loft. After about 20 minutes of trying and imagining increasingly MacGuyveresque methods of entering, I gave up and had to have the internal debate: do I break one of the small windows and go inside, or do I go ask the neighbor, who I don't know, to borrow her phone? I say her because the only person that I met that lived in the house next to mine is an older woman who doesn't speak English. I went as far as finding a suitable rock before I thought better of it.

Steeling myself for further embarrassment, especially that I don't know the word for 'locksmith' in Spanish, I knocked on the door. To my tiny relief, a guy answered, weirdly also not wearing a shirt. I received a look that is generally reserved for homeless people with particularly obtrusive smells. He warily lent me his phone from behind the screen door, I suppose wanting to keep some sort of barrier between himself and the weirdo. He didn't have a phone book, so I called Rachel, who looked up locksmith numbers, then the landlady's number. When the landlady didn't answer, I made an appointment with a locksmith, who planned to charge me $50 for the privilege of reentry to my house.

I sat on the porch in a shell chair seat that I have yet to bring inside and contemplated whether or not I had ever been, up to that moment, equally embarrassed. After about 10 minutes, but before I had come to a concrete conclusion, the neighbor told me that the landlady had called back and was on her way over. I asked to borrow his phone to call off the locksmith, and while I was on the phone with 'Pop-a-Lock,' the landlady showed up. I had not informed her in the voicemail that I left of my betowelled condition. She let out a loud bark of laughter when she spotted me, and continued to chuckle as she unlocked the front door.

When I got inside, I was able to finish my earlier contemplation: That was definitely the most embarrassing experience of my entire life.

I went to Moab over the weekend. This blog isn't to tell people how miserable it is being apart from my husband, so I wont go on to tell you how weird it was that Rob wasn't there and that I wished he was.
My friend David, from England, is visiting so I wanted him to see the better parts of Utah. Considering my main goal was to make David like Utah I think it was a successful trip. I also found out that Matt Jorgenson is a firm believer, like myself, in skin walkers. Rob may go on to edit this post or reply and tell me I'm foolish. He likes to laugh at me for believing in this paranormal folklore. Rob also got scared at signs [ed. note: Did not, you can't prove I said anything], so that shows you just how unreasonable he can be.

Matt, I found out, is a firm believer in most things paranormal and even has a blog devoted to the research and readings he does into such topics. I find this fantastic. He went to watch a ghost hunter talk about ghost hunting and told me about EVP (electronic voice phenomenon) which is in brief, the voice recordings of the paranormal. I can't remember all the details because the theme tune to X-files kept playing in my head at a high volume every time the word 'paranormal' was said.

It's been fun having David here, I like that I can show someone around a place and know what there is to do. I'm a little more nervous about moving to Austin now, however, because I was reminded how much I adore the Utah sites and outdoors. Hopefully Austin can offer something to compensate.

I also decided on this trip that I would like to own a small farm one day. Consider this me running the idea by you, Rob [Ed. note: YEAH RIGHT HAVEN'T YOU SEEN SIGNS?].

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7 weeks and 5 days until the time that I was previously informed that Rachel was coming to Texas.

Living without a couch creates an interesting situation where I pretty much just shuttle between my bed and the kitchen whenever I am at home. I'm not yet sure if this is a good or a bad thing, though I do tend to fall asleep more than if I were to do things on a couch. Also, it's so hot outside right now that on my way home from school I kept imagining an oven door opening, then thinking 'yep, it's about that hot right now.' So, my guess is that it's currently about 350ºF in Austin right now.

12 weeks and 2 days till I move to Texas
11 weeks and 2 days till I finish this internship
1 week and 2ish days till Rob comes to visit

I moved into my caravan 2 days ago. I feel kind of like a vagabond, only I have a job and a home. I just think that 'vagabond' gets across how disheveled and confused I look when I stumble out of my trailer every morning at 6 to try find a vacant bathroom.