Third Skydiving Jump

Yesterday, I once again plunged out of an airplane. It seems that lately, every time I get into a plane I get the urge to jump out of it. This time, however, I decided to bring a date. This was a first for my date and it was fun to see her face once we got on the ground after the jump. On the drive up she was scared and for a moment I didn't know if she was going to go through with it.

After skydiving we drove back to Orem and picked up some subs from Subway and drove up Provo Canyon. We went to bridal veil falls and as we walked to the falls we ate our subs and had a good chat. She didn't have a clue where were we were going, since she had not been to the falls before, and it was fun to show her some places that she had not ever seen before.

On our way back from Bridal Veil Falls I pulled into UVU's parking lot and got out of my car and told her to get in the driver seat. She was very hesitant and scared but in the end I coxed her into the driver seat and tried to teach her how to drive a stick. She killed the car two or three times. At that point I again took command and flipped my Porsche around so that we were heading on a downward slope. I then told her to get in the drive seat and to just gently release the pressure on the clutch and it would automatically ease into gear. So, she got to drive a Porsche and it was really fun to see her reaction.

Dreaming on the Floor for 15 Minutes

I'm standing here in some empty room, nothing beyond me, just my presence. I raise my right arm high in the air and crane my hand in a tight stretched out form toward my mouth. My mouth unhinges and my hand slowly descends into the wetness of my mouth. I slowly urge my arm forward until the back of my throat opens up and allows the mass of my arm through its gates. My arm dislocates and the form of my arm continues to disappear until my elbow passes the pillars of teeth and my shoulder refuses passage of the other members attached. My belly is now filled with an arm, but not just any arm, but my own arm and I can feel the warmth of my insides below.

Reunion of Friends

Tonight I went to one of my really good old friends concerts in Provo. It is bazaar sometimes how quickly people grow and change over such a short span of time. I feel like I just barely stopped playing music with my good friend and now that I see him now we have both changed internally and externally. But even though there is change (and there always will be) there is still something that draws us together and that splices us together and nothing, not time, not loss, not struggles will rip this unity away from us.