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February 18, 2003 // 9:15 a.m. // Don't I know you from somewhere?
Currently on the local Fox news, there is live reporting from the Delta Center featuring segments with the Utah Jazz dancers. Traditionally I don't watch Fox's news, but I found myself flipping to the network to see if I could find a story about high schoolers marching to the state capital against "pornography." Of course it's in quotation marks because the whole story was about rural Utah kids being bussed to the capital to protest Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition and magazines like GQ and Cosmo. Note: And as I say this, they finally run the story. Where was I? Oh, yes. The Jazz dancers. They're showing a segment on the Jazz dancers, they're talking to them one by one, and they suddenly begin talking to a woman named Amelia. My first thought was, "hey. How unusual. A person named Amelia. My sister would be pleased." When they actually showed her on camera, I realized that the girl was the Amelia, as in the Amelia from my poetry class. I had no idea that this girl was a Jazz dancer. She just seemed so...ordinary. She didn't look like a cheerleader or a dancer. I'm remembering right now how Chantilli and I would talk about her and laugh due to her in class nickname. It's funny the things you find out and the people you see on the news. I missed the final hour of the broadcast because I had to rescue my dad who had run out of gas in the Caprice. Turns out we forgot to tell him there was just one gallon in the tank. Turns out he forgot to tell us he was taking the Caprice instead of his Jeep. It also turns out that he forgot his cell phone (not a surprise) making it that much harder to call me. That Caprice has issues. Actually, all four of our cars have issues. In the case of the Caprice, the heater sounds like a lawnmower, and the gas needle has gone from being empty when it says there is still 1/8 of a tank to now being empty when reading more than half a tank. Imagine how puzzled we both were when on consecutive days we ran out of gas while the tank read just past the halfway mark. Which somehow reminds me. I have some pictures to develop from yesterday.