XXX or as they say in Carlandia "The Elixer of Calm"

In case you did not get the allusion to good old fashioned comic strips I will let you, poor reader, know that "XXX" is the marking on Alcoholic containers. And now for all those readers under 21 Carlandia versions of alcoholic relief are far tastier.

"What did you do in St. Goerge Carlie?" "What do you mean 'Fantastic'?" "You don't sound too thrilled about the hiking and teh food and the boys..."

What Happened in St. Goerge.

St. George was the excursion that has caused me to feel as if I have fallen off the face of the Provo Earth. I am now a part of real life, that illusion that spans the whole globe. I have been being contacted by the folks from home, folks from Russia and folks who curse. (this is foreign to Provo) I came home from the trip only to be tested by these people. But I prevail thorough all the trials of my new persona. I stand back while another girl flirts with my man and I am a calm listening ear while still taking on my new responsibilities. This person, the one that has her head on both of her shoulders, was born out of the mysterious goings on in Southern Utah.

Though I know you are dieing to hear the events that finally tamed the beast, if I told you you would have to be taken care of in the Norwegian sense. (That means I kill you ) My dear Cousin Brittany and My dear Friend Richard, companions in the Jungle of my transforamtion, saw only the effects, slowly twisting and turning on my face and in my soul, not the battles in the shadowed woods. Events, people, places, to them it was their weekend but in my contemplatings they were all but a canvas to what was truly happening. My most True of Adventures.

Intoxication. The only way to explain how out of touch I was despite how consistently I was touched down. No real beverage can produce such an effect. Intoxicating thoughts penetrated my mind, altering me far enough to be outrageously calm. Which during a football game is a calamity.

Such an internal war! Death, happiness, love, faith, loyalty, trust and priorities were being presented at every turn. On the Mountain death became a new reality; In the basement a whole part of me who I never wanted but always was had been discovered cast along the floorboards, and in the collapsible temple of holy worship I shed a burden, heavier than that of Atlas.

Among the twisting and turning that was visible only with examination I had the happiest of joy and the most sobering of discoveries. But you, oh reader, will never know. The most secret elixir that takes your mind, your body and your soul into the real Southern Utah, that Southern Utah in my Carlandia.