Well, folks...the hollidays have come and went. As have I from the internet world. I havnt had access to the internet since we've been in chicago! It was hard at first with the twitching and the unexpected night streakings. BUt things are well and fine now in good ole chicago. I have a job and will soon be going to a community college to get my associates and then to UIC. THings didnt work out with going straight to UIC, but thats life. Im not sure if i will continue this site or not. Let me know what you all think and I will make my decission next time i pop online. School should be starting soon, so i'll be able to get to the internet more often. Until then friends.
TAA TAA

Yes, Jeannette and I are for sure moving this sunday into our new place in Chicago! Its about time. I just wanted to let everyone know that I wont be online for quite some time. Until I visit my mom most likely. I will report as often as I can. *Kyle Lets out an enourmous sigh, as his body becomes limp and falls to the ground*

Now that I am 22 years old and have moved a couple times I have been experiencing what its like to run into people from my past. And the interesting part of this happening is trying to decide what to do about it.

My friend Tom came over to my house this past weekend and asked if Jeannette and I wanted to go out to the bars. There was a costume party at a bar his sister was at across the river. And beings Jeannette and I have been living with our parents and haven’t had an outlet to plug our electrifying selves into we jumped on the chance to recharge our social sides.

When we got to costume party we entertained ourselves by eating stale pop corn and tossing around ideas about a ceiling crawl race. (Don’t ask). The ideas were, for the most part, empty promises so to speak. But I found the more beer I drank the more and more some of the ideas we were throwing around sounded fun.

We had seen my first grade teacher when we first walked into the bar. And comments had been made about "picking her up". Tom and I decided to put our words to action.

There was a D.J. who had been playing country toons and pop classics all night long. So we decided to make a dedication of a Van Halen song, "Hot for the Teacher". He told us he wasn’t going to use any names but he would play the song. A half our later the D.J. Announced; "Attention Everyone! This next song goes out to all those sexy grade school teachers in the audience we wouldn’t have gotten to the place where we are now without you!" Or something along those lines. It being a small town there was no question on who the song was directed towards. The words are a little fuzzy but the feeling of looking across that crowded costume party and seeing my first grade teacher turn 3 shades of pink is still very clear. I guess she was skimming the bar with her eyes the whole night looking for her admirers. Now that my head is clear and I can actually think straight, I’m asking myself why I didn’t dance with her or give her a hug or a kiss at that! Oh well, maybe next time.

Our effort and stress has paid off! We have found a place in Chicago! We're going to be living in Wicker Park! All we have to do now is sign the lease and pay a shit load of money to our new landlord. As soon as we move in I will take some pictures of the apartment and try to post them. If anyone is reading this who is planning on moving to chicago, I highly recomend looking up the ApartmenPeople to help you find a place. They are the coolest people in the world! They have eliminated so much stress from our lives it is amazing. I truely belive I will live 3 years longer now thanks to them.

Its amazing, ever since this summer we have been planning this move to chicago. I was begining to doubt if we would ever arrive in the damn city or not. It feels good to have a place again, even though im not moved in...now i can at least stop talking about it!

Now I just have to get excepted to UIC. The way things have been going, I dont have to worry about a thing.

You all remember the show Animaniacs right? Do you remember there Good Idea/Bad Idea segment? Well here are a few that I found very funny.

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Good Idea: Playing the piccolo in a marching band.
Bad Idea: Playing the piano in a marching band.

Good Idea: Feeding stray kittens in the park.
Bad Idea: Feeding stray kittens in the park to a bear.

Good Idea: Taking a deep breath before jumping into a swimming pool.
Bad Idea: Taking a deep breath after jumping into a swimming pool.

Good Idea: Kissing a loved one.
Bad Idea: Kissing a total stranger.

Good Idea: Doing your own yard work.
Bad Idea: Doing your own dental work.

Good Idea: Dressing up for Halloween as a pirate.
Bad Idea: Dressing up for Halloween as a pin~ata.

Good Idea: Playing the accordion at a polka festival.
Bad Idea: Playing the accordion anywhere else.

Good Idea: Having breakfast served to you in bed.
Bad Idea: Having tennis balls served to you in bed.

Good Idea: Whistling while you work.
Bad Idea: Whistling while you eat.

Good Idea: Drinking fresh milk from the carton.
Bad Idea: Drinking fresh milk from the cow.

Good Idea: Visiting the circus.
Bad Idea: Having the circus visit you.

Good Idea: Going trick-or-treating on Halloween.
Bad Idea: Going trick-or-treating on St Patrick's Day.

Good Idea: Giving a small child a balloon.
Bad Idea: Giving a small child a bunch of balloons.

Good Idea: Taking up a new hobby like bird calling.
Bad Idea: Taking up a new hobby like buffalo calling.

Good Idea: Ordering a chili dog to go.
Bad Idea: Ordering a chili dog that makes you go.

Good Idea: Visiting picturesque McLean, Virginia.
Bad Idea: Visiting picturesque McLean Stevenson.

Good Idea: Tossing a penny into a fountain to make a wish.
BI: Tossing your cousin Penny into a fountain to make a wish.

Good Idea: Giving your dog a bath.
Bad Idea: Having your dog dry-cleaned.

Good Idea: Playing horsey with little sister.
Bad Idea: Playing horsey with your aunt Bertha.

Good Idea: Throwing a surprise party for your father.
Bad Idea: Throwing a surprise party for your grandfather.

Good Idea: Playing cops'n'robbers in the park.
Bad Idea: Playing cops'n'robbers in the bank.

God Idea: Playing catch with your grandfather.
Bad Idea: Playing catch >with< your grandfather.

Good Idea: Playing the scales on a piano.
Bad Idea: Playing the scales on a fish.

Good Idea: Buying a pair of shoes on sale.
Bad Idea: Buying a parachute on sale.

Good Idea: Climbing a mountain.
Bad Idea: Climbing a mountain lion.

The End

For Jeannettes 22nd Birthday we went to Madison, Wisconsin to raise hell, beings the wild and crazy kids that we are. We shopped on the ever so famous State St. for the afternoon and Jeannette visited with some old comrads. We then took pictures! And guess what...I have them to share.

We used Jeannette's dad's digital camera. some of them arent the greatest quality (focus, off centered) but it was just fun to go out and take pictures of whatever we felt like taking pictures of. I picked my favorites for all of you to taste.

This is Jeannette being cute, and shes doing a damn good job of it if I do say so myself.

What do shoes around a telephone line mean again? Whore House? or was it a sign that beer guzzeling gorrilaz are near by?

Jeannette took this picture. If you look closely, the chair doesnt have a seat!

This is me going back to my roots.

Jeannette by the lake.

Me by the lake.

Jeannette knocked down 2 bicyclists, a guy walking his dog and caused a 3 car pile up with her awe-striking smile.

This was a mistake.

After I saw that the Weezer Squad was in town my worries were put to ease. I knew with them on the streets Madison City would be safe. Thank you WEEZER SQUAD! Your heros to us all. Keep killin those bad guys with your sweeet sweet rock and roll!

I've been too busy! Everyday seems to not be enough when it comes to getting things done. I am overflowing! Its been almost two weeks now and everyday has been a nonstop rollar coaster ride of going here, doing this, visiting this person, painting this room, ripping up carpet in that room. Someone send me a robot clone. It doesnt have to look like me.

Im visiting my father for the first time since I've been home. I feel kind of bad that i'm just now making the trip to Lena but this is the only way I could do it. Lets just hope he understands. We all know how my father gets when he misunderstands people. No one can pry those croshay needles away from his fingers. GO DADDY GO!

Even though things are traveling at an excelerated pase, i've been doing things I want to be doing, and that makes the ride so much more fun. It doesnt seem real yet though. It still feels like Im on some sort of strange vacation. For the past 2 years the only time I have been home is when I was visiting at xmas or summer so im waiting to realize.."oh wait, im in this areas for good now". What will happen then? Will things change? Well, the eventually will, because by the time I realize that I will be in Chicago..not my moms. We look for apartments thursday and friday. I'll write more after I return.

Iwo uld ha vetos ay tha tit isa fe ar fu llw orld w eliv ein. Inth een dwea real lash esin thew ind.

It took us 3 days to get to Illinois, but we made it. It was amazing to see a state outside of utah, and I had forgoten what "imigrants", like myself, where deprived of in utah. The signs for Beer once we crossed the state line into Wyoming were bright and plentyful.

We stayed in Evenston WY that night. Our hotel was next to an off track gambeling lodge. And accros the street there was a Huge sign that read "ADULT XXX". Oh the sinners sure no how to advertise. HEh!

We ended up Driving Wyoming in a day, Nebraska in a day, and then Iowa in a day. We got to Illinois around 4pm on Monday.

Looking out the window as we passed cornfield after cornfield, i was reminded on how this place gives time for reflection. And the closer and closer we got to Illinois the slower things seemed to be, allowing me to look back and let out one big sigh of relief.

I can feel things picking up speed even today. The plans I had a month ago have started to take shape. In a few weeks I wIll be In the windy city. I just hope I dont get blown away.

We went out one last time last night with Spencer, Liz, Aaron, Nate, Christian and Jamie, Bryan, and Jeannette's friend Jason. It was sad, but a night well deserved. A lot of tears were shed, but not tears of something lost but tears of friendships gained. I knew things would be sad, but this is a strange sad that I havnt felt before. I feel that my time here was spent to its fullest and that it IS time to move on. And this is something I feel, not know. And it makes me sad because I do have to leave people i care about, but im leaving to do something i want to do. My time has come to an end here in this world of salt lake city. Thank you salt lake city, for the life lessons I learned, the friendships I have created and continue to build on and well...thats about it everything else can go straight to hell as far as im concerned!! Im outa here! Chicago Here I come!

Im in shock. My last day of work was yesturday, and now i sit on my comptuer with lack of modivation to do any sort of packing what so ever. I have to tear down this desk tonight. By the begining of next week i will be at my parents house, right back were I started from. Well, the circle will break, I just have to keep optomistic. I was worred about how I was going to pay for everything myself in the winter. I was hoping i could do it and as I was getting a drink of water i noticed a fortune from a fortune cookie on the ground next to my water. It said. "when winter comes, heaven will rain success on you" I needed an unseen force to tell me that everything was going to be okay. Thank you confusious!

I dont see what is so unlucky about Friday the 13th. Its just a day. Superstious is a more acceptable way of saying that a person is a few fries short of a six pack...or is it a few beers short of a happy meal? Oh whatever the case, the number thirteen shouldnt be looked at as a bad one. I mean even seseme street devotes, not just a segmant, but a WHOLE Damn show about the number. NO you look into elmos eyes and tell me the number thirteen is unlucky! I used to wear the number thirteen on my baseball cap about 3 years ago. And in retrospect no elephants or anvils fell on my head, and i concider that good luck!

Well, beings its the thirteenth i have 7 or 8 days left in utah! Im not sure how i feel about it, im scared but from all the reactions im getting from people about moving to Chicago I think there will be good things waiting for me there. Im having a going away party with everyone here tomorrow. It shall be emotional im sure. Spencer said he is not calling it a going away part but a "We dont want you to go" party. *sniff*

But good things are a head and i can already taste the chicago pizza and feel the wind of the windy city pushing twords my goals. And all i can do now is go with the flow.

*break dances*

I have not wrote in a while. They have me working almost full time hours at the Discovery Channel Store now. I got offered a manager possition, but I cant take it obviously. I have to tell them soon. It bums me out to ditch them like this, but i knew i had to do this when i first got the job. I guess there is nothing I can do but give them notice tomorrow, and just stick it out for another 2 weeks. Yack Yack Yack...I have nothing important to say. GoodBye.

I am 22 years old as of 12:06pm today. Another year has came and went in my busy ever so changing life. This past year went by the fastest I wonder if this ride will ever slow down? Well, mabye in the next year to come I can enjoy it a bit more at least.

I must I must I must amove more thoughts than this.

-M. Doughty

why do i write to keep writing to this place. This empty place where all I can here is my own echo. Maybe its because my echo is all I have. It would be nice to have my words bounce off of something else other blank walls. But they are walls I have created. So they are my walls to be toarn down.

Today is Jeannette and my 3-year anniversary. It’s been an amazing 3 years. I think that anniversaries are a time to sit back and remember that you both were alone at one point in your life looking for something you could not see, but felt with your hearts. A day to look deep into each other's eyes and follow that feeling deep within the relationship you have both created. Our relationship has had its ups and down as most things do in life but the ups have out weighed the downs. I am ever so excited to see what’s next to come. We are both moving to Chicago and building something together. I’m excited to see what we create, but I’m sure it will be nothing less than amazing.

Jeannette took me to see Moby for our 3-year anniversary last Tuesday (The 20th). It was a real good show although Dirty Vegas canceled because of lightning. Moby played an inspirational show, he never seses to amaze me. Spencer went with us too which was very cool. We all had a few drinks before the show and went up to the balcony to watch it.

Afterwards we heard rumors of an afterparty in the upstairs bar. We were going to leave but Spencer talked to Tony (who works at the club) and he said he could get us up to the after party. We followed him as he talked to numerous employees and people carrying speakers. One guy carrying a speaker told Tony to bring it upstairs to the party, I took the other end and we walked up. While we were carrying it up the stairs we saw Moby's promoter and Tony asked for some passes for Spencer and Jeannette. So we all were hanging out and drinking free beer from the bar when out of nowhere Moby shows up. He's surrounded by girls and mingles with the crowed. He then slowly makes his way over to where Jeannette, Spencer and I are sitting and sits down right next to Jeannette. After a few autographs his promoter comes up with 2 beers and says;

"Witch one do you want?" while holding up a Budweiser and a papst blue ribbon beer.

Moby: "OH MY GOD! Where did you find the Pabst!?" takes the pabst and quickly opens it.

So the girl was left with the Budweiser and ended up giving it to Spencer. Moby continued to sign autographs and Jeannette gave him our tickets for him to sign. After he signed them he then talked to us (Spencer Jeannette and myself) for a bit. He said he thought Salt Lake City was an okay city and he thought the "underground" had to stick together more because of the conservative attitude and religion. We talked some more and he got interrupted by some busty blonde wanting him to sign her tits. It was cool to mingle with Moby for the night and was defiantly a memorable night to say the least. Jeannette later gave him her moonstone ring and we took off. I could try and explain in words how crazy that night was but i wouldnt be able to come close to capturing the moment of that evening. Its amazing I have had a night like that here, and Im glad i'll have a good memory fresh in my mind when I get to chicago.

So now my move is out in the open for everyone (subtract my job) to do as they wish with. I was getting rid of a lot of "junk" I have collected here. I found some papers I wrote before I moved to salt lake. Here is what I wrote in one of them:

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I'm packing my bags and heading to the great land of the Mormons and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! It maybe what I want? I guess I won’t know until I get there. See this is what just entered my poor little lazy mind. What if this turns out to be something I don’t want to do?! I'm afraid that I'll go to college at the U of U, loose track of what's really important to me, and end up in a hole I dug myself into. I'll have no shovel, and I'll have a kid and a bitch of a wife pulling on my legs begging me to stay. I'll then turn Mormon...enough said. I don’t want to loose my dreams! I guess I'm going to have to take a chance and well, if I end up that way, then I do. And if I don’t, then I’m on my way!

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Its fun to look back and see how I was feeling before I moved here and know how I feel about leaving here. I feel it so much in my heart that moving to Chicago is the right thing to do its almost unbearable at times, but that is not to say I don’t have fears and worries. I’m only human. But the fears I had about Salt Lake City before I moved are nowhere to be found. I guess they cant be because its what I am leaving behind.

It makes me sad to read my fears about moving here and then to look at my reasoning for leaving. I have been living my nightmares instead of my dreams. My worst fears became a reality. I'm thankful for waking up when I did before I created a Holocaust for dead dreams and forgotten love and called it a life.

But yeah, I’m alive now. I've picked a direction, and I will try to climb the mountain of life once again. Hopefully this time I will have more of the supplies needed to survive.