What Happens In Vegas Ends Up On Blogger

I have returned from my fabulous trip to the fabulous city of Las Vegas. Manson was incredible! One of the best shows I have ever been to! He sounds the same live as he does on CD. He can definately put on the best damn show you will ever see.

My aunt and I stayed for 2 nights at the Jockey Club. It was a timeshare "resort" that wasn't part of a casino, so it didn't reek of smoke. It took 6 hours almost to the minute to get there. We ditched our bags in our comfortable suite and hit the Strip. First, we wandered through Ceasar's Palace, saw fake Elvis, and went to the Mirage. We walked around in Seigfried and Roy's Secret Garden. They had dolphins and rare white big cats. It was a face-melting 115 degrees that afternoon. We ended up in the Venitian and met the Blue Man Group. We ate a yummy(and ridiculously expensive)Italian dinner at Lavo. We walked a few blocks back to the Jockey Club. I got all dressed up in my fishnets and heels. We took a cab to the Hard Rock. I felt like a celebrity when the valet opened my door and invited me to step out. Neither of us were searched or anything and could have brought the camera my aunt reluctantly left home. We had pretty good seats. Watched the concert in the comfy balcony of the Joint. The opening band sucked. Don't know who they were but I never want to listen to them again. The concert ended about midnight. It took us half an hour to get back with all the traffic. We sat by the pool at the Jockey Club until 2 and retired for the night.

The next morning we hunted down a Trader Joes to stock our kitchen with munchies and food for later. On the way, we found the Liberace Museum! A close second to the highlight of my trip. It was the most fab-u-lous thing we did. We even tried on a reproduction of one of the robes he wore! My aunt got a Liberace t-shirt and tried to get me to get one. After that, we found the Fabulous Las Vegas sign and got our pictures taken with it. Kermit even joined! To here his stories go to: . We then went to Coke and M & M world. They were crazy packed because of the rain. We headed over to New York New York to ride the rollercoaster, The Manhattan Express. Kermit sat up and enjoyed the ride in the very front car with us. We then went back to our room and vegged out in front of Ocho Herbie(Herbie Fully Loaded in Spanish)and other fine spanish programming. We then took her car to the Stratosphere for some more rides. We got a pass to go on all 3. The Insanity:

It dangles you 900 feet above the Strip and is a really mellow ride considering the backdrop.
Then the awful X-scream. Never, ever, again!

And finally, The Big Shot. This is our actual picture we got.

Told You Disney Was Evil!

While checking my e-mail I came across an article about Disneyland/World/Universe. Seven people were recently caught scalping tickets to unassuming tourists. Pictured below:

Not really. But everyone at Disneyland wears fanny packs and scant shorts.In this failing economy, many families still flock to the "happiest place on earth", where the street cleaners are paid more than I am and pedophiles hug kids while wearing Winnie the Pooh costumes.

Cops seized some $131,000 in park tickets to Walt Disney World, Universal, and SeaWorld, plus another $6,000 in cash. The tickets were real, but unfortunately, their provenance wasn't.

The Big Yellow Dinosaur

School starts next week. By this time last year I was hassling my mom to let me ride to school with my boyfriend. I ended up on the bus. I was demoted 10 levels from a classy Corolla to being surrounded by the nerds. Even the anime kids get rides to school.

Luckily, Granite School District doesn't use school buses :). I can now ride in style in with my friends like a normal person.

Need I mention the dangers? I can catch something(and have). There aren't any seatbelts. And I may as well be dead now from the social suicide.

Case and point:

Spring has sprung. Fall has fell. Three more weeks and I'm back in hell.

In just a few weeks I'm returning back to school. Only, now without my beloved boyfriend, best friend, Cassie, or really anyone I know. I must have pleased the universe somehow though. My best friend of ten years, Kaily, is going to same school. It's all coming full circle!

I haven't done anything fun this summer because of my boyfriend's, 6-5:30 job. Yet. The last weekend is making up for it all! Marilyn Manson in Vegas with my favorite aunt! I'm super excited. Hopefully my mom will make up her mind quick because August is approaching fast. School starts the 24th. I'm actually excited because of my stagnant summer. The the 25th... Depeche Mode with my same favorite aunt!

Operation: Flee Stepford

For the past eight years, I've been exposed to the perfect, blessed, Bountiful, Utah. I saw high upon the mountain of superiority where the higher up you went, the more cash Ma and Pa could shove down your bless'ed little throat. We lived in the mother-in-law apartment of my Grandparent's modest little house. I loved the spacious, forested backyard. It was my own little escape from all of the cruel neighbors. You know the ones I'm talking about. Mom is a perky blonde stay at home mom. She slaves so that her six brats can wear the latest and greatest fashions from Abercrombie and Bitch and drives fancy sports cars back and forth to school. Dad is a workaholic who uses index cards with the kids name and interests on it.

I was more than happy to move. My little brother was the last to find out. I already had my bookshelf full of liquor boxes by the time we told him. The only reason I didn't want to move was my darling boyfriend, Alex. Before we were only five minutes away. Now we are about 20 with decent traffic. He has a great family who accepted me immediately as a member of their family. I didn't want to leave them.

Moving in the middle of high school is difficult. School is going to be hard in the fall. Atleast I've got my two best friends from Kindergarten by my side though.

We are almost settled into our new, normal, existance at the mouth of the lovely Parley's canyon. Everymorning I wake up to the sun on Mount Olympus and know that I'm finally home.

Salt Lake City is a whole new breed of cat. For non-locals, SLC is divided into about twenty towns, townships, and neighborhoods. The people here are different. They are slightly more understanding of those who don't decide to follow the church. I recieved a new insult a few weeks ago. Rather than going to hell, I'm going to outer darkness. Sounds fun right? I quite like the dark and I'll be fine if I'm away from bless'ed ones.

Things Unsaid

Pardon my hiatus. The family computer crashed and I haven't had much access to a computer other than at work or when I can convince my Gram that I'm not the reason her computer is slow(she puts magnets on the CPU). But anywho... I'm going to be posted a couple of entries to make up for everything.

The Mothership Has Landed... Again

The Mormon church has just opened the doors to another one of its temples. Great...... More people getting gyped of their money. Like Utah needs more! All of the tything money little children give to the church goes toward paying off the head honcho's BMW and huge home. Yeah yeah, I know they do some good things with it, but a small percentage of the tens of thousands they get anually from the average religious idiot goes towards frivalty. What about the schools who barely scrape by on educating their broods? Because of people like this, my school is using textbooks that fall apart because the district is broke.

And their little minions(missionaries) who stalk the street searching out the non-beleivers like bloodlthirsty lions. Just to get some more brownie points for Elder Manson. They got my innocent little brother a few months ago. They baptised him, taught him how to drink the kool-aid, and even showed him the secret handshake. Baptising is a ritual(cults do rituals and ceremonies BTW) to cleanse the person of all sin. These people are typically eight years old. What kind of a sin does a sweet little eight year old have? Its a form of child abuse preying on them like that!

I'm not Mormon, and I turned out just fine. I do more to help the community than any of them. I stay away from drugs and bad situations because I learned right from wrong. It has nothing to do with "eternal" happiness. Infact, hell has always fascinated more. Thats where everything I like will show up : ) I don't plan on becoming a house wife to ten bratty kids and a husband who doesn't even love me. I don't exactly believe in saving myself till marriage. If I'm in love, hell your'e only young once right? I know what a condom is. Why do these people send their daughters to school to get an education and if they dare bring home anything lower than a B grade, they get beaten, if they will waste it in the end and become exactly like their mother and start the cycle over again?