I am restless.
I don't mean I have Restless Legs Syndrome and have to stay on the move. Well, I mean, sometimes I do feel like I have to just keep going, going, going. I don't like sitting in one place for too long. For example, when I'm reading in the Union, once I've been sitting in one chair for approximately half an hour, I move to a different chair. It's not that the chair has become less comfortable or the view out the window in a different spot is any better. I just like to move around.
Anyway, I feel like my mind is restless. It's not an issue of focus. If I need to focus on something - schoolwork, or table questions at Cru, for example - I can do so easily. And it's not that my mind continuously wanders from one thing to another when I'm not focusing on something specific.
When I say my mind is restless... I mean that there are so many things that I start to think about and want to learn more about, research, explore - however you want to put it - that I don't know where to begin! I'm interested in so much under the umbrellas of things and places, that the interests are basically endless. I'll start thinking about one thing and then my mind will wander to another thing and - going back to being indecisive - I don't know which to go with. Because both will be equally interesting and I want to learn more about each.
It's a continuous cycle.
And I hate it.
But the fact that I want to learn about all of these wondrous things...
I love that about myself.
May 31, 2008
May 30, 2008
Indecisive
I am indecisive.
I have OCD tendencies.
I can deal with that.
I am pretty stubborn.
I can control how stubborn I am.
These things are not that big a deal.
However, the fact that I am so indecisive is a big deal.
Because I feel like I can't always deal with it.
And because I feel like I can't control how indecisive I am.
It's truly a curse.
You'd think that it gives you more time to truly think things over - well, that's true, it does... but that means that it gives you more time to be anxious about whatever you're thinking about, or overwhelmed by everything that comes into play.
It basically took me seven months or so to decide to come to Utah over Florida State. It did come down to money, but FSU really didn't have the strength of the program that my major is included in, anyway. But still... I spent hours debating in my head about which school I should attend.
I don't like changing up the shampoo and conditioner I use because if I did, that means I would have to choose new ones among what seems like hundreds of choices. It's ridiculous. So I stick with the same kind very time, because it's tried and true. The same goes for things like laundry detergent, for goodness' sake.
I even spend more time than I should on thinking about what to write in this blog. My 'So Close' blog is easy. I just write down my thoughts on whatever spiritual idea, topic, verse, etc. is most dominant in my mind at the time. And I simply write my thoughts here, too. I don't put any effort into my writing, either way. But I do think about what I'm going to write about each day.
Being indecisive really is a downfall. I try to make things easier for myself and just say, "Ok, this is it. You're going to do this and not that. No more thinking about it." But five minutes, hours, or days later I find myself changing my mind about it and wanting to do something different.
I have OCD tendencies.
I can deal with that.
I am pretty stubborn.
I can control how stubborn I am.
These things are not that big a deal.
However, the fact that I am so indecisive is a big deal.
Because I feel like I can't always deal with it.
And because I feel like I can't control how indecisive I am.
It's truly a curse.
You'd think that it gives you more time to truly think things over - well, that's true, it does... but that means that it gives you more time to be anxious about whatever you're thinking about, or overwhelmed by everything that comes into play.
It basically took me seven months or so to decide to come to Utah over Florida State. It did come down to money, but FSU really didn't have the strength of the program that my major is included in, anyway. But still... I spent hours debating in my head about which school I should attend.
I don't like changing up the shampoo and conditioner I use because if I did, that means I would have to choose new ones among what seems like hundreds of choices. It's ridiculous. So I stick with the same kind very time, because it's tried and true. The same goes for things like laundry detergent, for goodness' sake.
I even spend more time than I should on thinking about what to write in this blog. My 'So Close' blog is easy. I just write down my thoughts on whatever spiritual idea, topic, verse, etc. is most dominant in my mind at the time. And I simply write my thoughts here, too. I don't put any effort into my writing, either way. But I do think about what I'm going to write about each day.
Being indecisive really is a downfall. I try to make things easier for myself and just say, "Ok, this is it. You're going to do this and not that. No more thinking about it." But five minutes, hours, or days later I find myself changing my mind about it and wanting to do something different.
May 29, 2008
HWBPT
Little-known fact about Natalie #7 - the last one:
My favorite food comes in the form of pretzels - Honey Wheat Braided Pretzel Twists.
I am dead serious. I introduced myself to these delectable pretzels while on a show choir trip in Minnesota during tenth grade year. Some of us were super hungry and there was a Wal-Mart right next door to the school. We went over and browsed the aisles. I saw a blue bag with a bright orange sticker marked '$1' and thought, "Hey, why not? I like honey. I like wheat. I like pretzels. Might as well give them a try. And the fact that they're cheap is sa-weeet." Ever since then, I've loved them above all other foods.
My favorite food comes in the form of pretzels - Honey Wheat Braided Pretzel Twists.
I am dead serious. I introduced myself to these delectable pretzels while on a show choir trip in Minnesota during tenth grade year. Some of us were super hungry and there was a Wal-Mart right next door to the school. We went over and browsed the aisles. I saw a blue bag with a bright orange sticker marked '$1' and thought, "Hey, why not? I like honey. I like wheat. I like pretzels. Might as well give them a try. And the fact that they're cheap is sa-weeet." Ever since then, I've loved them above all other foods.
May 28, 2008
Bever Park
Little-known fact about Natalie #6:
Bever Park is my favorite place in the world.
First of all, yes, it is spelled Bever - not Beaver. Bever Park sits kitty-corner behind my house. I don't know what it is about Bever that I love so much. It's peaceful. There are a lot of winding paths and roadways to trek and quiet areas that aren't too well-known, like "the meadow", which really isn't so much a meadow as a large, open area that simply isn't mowed often. I run in Bever. I play in Bever. I pray in Bever. Bever is a locus of both fun and rest for me; it's a refuge. It even tops Utah. After my family, I miss Bever the most.
Bever Park is my favorite place in the world.
First of all, yes, it is spelled Bever - not Beaver. Bever Park sits kitty-corner behind my house. I don't know what it is about Bever that I love so much. It's peaceful. There are a lot of winding paths and roadways to trek and quiet areas that aren't too well-known, like "the meadow", which really isn't so much a meadow as a large, open area that simply isn't mowed often. I run in Bever. I play in Bever. I pray in Bever. Bever is a locus of both fun and rest for me; it's a refuge. It even tops Utah. After my family, I miss Bever the most.
May 27, 2008
Chores
Little-known fact about Natalie #5:
I thoroughly enjoy vacuuming and dusting. Probably more than I should.
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing other chores. But I won't hesitate to add that I'm not a self-starter. I have to be told to do things before I realize they need to be done. But if my mom tells me to vacuum or dust, I'll do it pretty quickly. There's just something about steering a vacuum through a sea of carpet and running a cloth over dust-speckled surfaces that gives me such a great self-satisfaction. I wonder how many times I've vacuumed my room(s) here in Utah... I don't think I want to know!
I thoroughly enjoy vacuuming and dusting. Probably more than I should.
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing other chores. But I won't hesitate to add that I'm not a self-starter. I have to be told to do things before I realize they need to be done. But if my mom tells me to vacuum or dust, I'll do it pretty quickly. There's just something about steering a vacuum through a sea of carpet and running a cloth over dust-speckled surfaces that gives me such a great self-satisfaction. I wonder how many times I've vacuumed my room(s) here in Utah... I don't think I want to know!
May 26, 2008
Des Moines
Little-known fact about Natalie #4:
Painting houses is one of my favorite things to do in the entire world.
Yes, houses. And it's all about using handbrushes and rollers, baby! Every year the mid-hi group of my church in Iowa goes to Des Moines for a mission trip. I was a senior-hi leader on the trip for three years. I always enjoyed working at every site during the trip, but enjoyed working on the house the most (they work on a family's house each year). I wish I were able to do this every summer! And I honestly wish that when my parents had the house painted a couple years ago that we had done it ourselves.
Painting houses is one of my favorite things to do in the entire world.
Yes, houses. And it's all about using handbrushes and rollers, baby! Every year the mid-hi group of my church in Iowa goes to Des Moines for a mission trip. I was a senior-hi leader on the trip for three years. I always enjoyed working at every site during the trip, but enjoyed working on the house the most (they work on a family's house each year). I wish I were able to do this every summer! And I honestly wish that when my parents had the house painted a couple years ago that we had done it ourselves.
May 25, 2008
Nails
Little-known fact about Natalie #3:
I can count the number of times I've painted my nails on one hand.
It's not that I don't have the patience to do so. I mean, that may have been the case a few years ago - or even a few months ago - but not anymore. I just don't like the look of color on my hands. Er, nails. Besides, knowing how picky I am about color and things being 'just right', chances are I would feel like I have to repaint my nails practically every other day. And I, being a no-frills/no-hassle kind of girl, simply could not handle that!
I can count the number of times I've painted my nails on one hand.
It's not that I don't have the patience to do so. I mean, that may have been the case a few years ago - or even a few months ago - but not anymore. I just don't like the look of color on my hands. Er, nails. Besides, knowing how picky I am about color and things being 'just right', chances are I would feel like I have to repaint my nails practically every other day. And I, being a no-frills/no-hassle kind of girl, simply could not handle that!
May 24, 2008
Horse Races
Little-known fact about Natalie #2:
Whenever I watch horse racing I cry.
I've said it before (see Ch. Sixty-Four of my 'So Close' blog). I'll say it again. I don't cry often, unless it's while I'm laughing. Even when I'm upset I simply don't cry. Well. Usually. Yet do I ever feel the tiniest bit upset when I watch a race? No... so why do I cry? I really enjoy watching the races, actually. So the fact that I cry while doing so is pretty strange to me! It's kind of neat, actually. I mean, it's a good cry. Not an emotional cry. And, thankfully, it only lasts a few minutes!
Whenever I watch horse racing I cry.
I've said it before (see Ch. Sixty-Four of my 'So Close' blog). I'll say it again. I don't cry often, unless it's while I'm laughing. Even when I'm upset I simply don't cry. Well. Usually. Yet do I ever feel the tiniest bit upset when I watch a race? No... so why do I cry? I really enjoy watching the races, actually. So the fact that I cry while doing so is pretty strange to me! It's kind of neat, actually. I mean, it's a good cry. Not an emotional cry. And, thankfully, it only lasts a few minutes!
May 23, 2008
Post-Its
Little-known fact about Natalie #1:
For some inexplicable reason, I love post-it notes.
The front edge of my desk's bookshelf, measuring a good two and a half feet long, is always lined with these loveable, little pieces of paper - on which I have written random notes, reminders, the day's schedule, etc. I must add that the post-it notes I use must be brightly colored. Boring, yellow post-it notes are simply unaccceptable. For example, the notes I have right now are neon orange, lime green, fuschia, and robin's egg blue. My mom sent them to me, God bless her! They are simply lovely, lovely, lovely.
For some inexplicable reason, I love post-it notes.
The front edge of my desk's bookshelf, measuring a good two and a half feet long, is always lined with these loveable, little pieces of paper - on which I have written random notes, reminders, the day's schedule, etc. I must add that the post-it notes I use must be brightly colored. Boring, yellow post-it notes are simply unaccceptable. For example, the notes I have right now are neon orange, lime green, fuschia, and robin's egg blue. My mom sent them to me, God bless her! They are simply lovely, lovely, lovely.
May 22, 2008
Simplicity
You know what I love?
The little things in life that truly make you happy.
As cliché as that is... it's simply true!
It's talking to a friend for three minutes and hanging up feeling like you talked for an hour.
It's having a nice bowl of hot soup on a cold, dreary May 22 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
It's laughter.
It's opening your blinds and seeing mountains out your window.
It's a warm shower.
It's the feeling of wearing new socks.
It's talking to your dad about what succotash is or is not.
It's getting up to Phase 5 in the game Phase 10.
It's putting on a cross necklace for the first time in 50 days.
Noticing the little things in your day-to-day life can, at times, make all the difference between having a normal day and having an extraordinary day.
The little things in life that truly make you happy.
As cliché as that is... it's simply true!
It's talking to a friend for three minutes and hanging up feeling like you talked for an hour.
It's having a nice bowl of hot soup on a cold, dreary May 22 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
It's laughter.
It's opening your blinds and seeing mountains out your window.
It's a warm shower.
It's the feeling of wearing new socks.
It's talking to your dad about what succotash is or is not.
It's getting up to Phase 5 in the game Phase 10.
It's putting on a cross necklace for the first time in 50 days.
Noticing the little things in your day-to-day life can, at times, make all the difference between having a normal day and having an extraordinary day.
May 21, 2008
May 19, 2008
May 18, 2008
Oranges
It takes me approximately thirty-five minutes to eat an orange from start to finish - from the second I start peeling it to the second I have swallowed the last bite.
Thirty-five minutes may seem like an absurdly long time for someone to eat an orange, but I enjoy taking my time.
I think I like peeling the orange more than I like eating it, to be honest. I'm not one of those people who like to see if I can take the peel off with one or two swift strokes of my thumb. Rather, I like to see how many little bits of peel I can place in a bowl. Once the actual peel is off, I then take my time removing the white fibers on the orange sections. I honestly have no idea why I enjoy doing this so much, I simply do. Well, to be honest, I also don't like the texture of the fibers on the orange. The unfortunate thing is, a lot of the fruit's nutrients are actually in those fibers. Regardless, I spend a good amount of time picking them off the orange.
Peeling an orange is very relaxing for me. But you know, it's quite a strange experience, to tell you the truth. When I peel an orange, my whole mind goes blank. I concentrate on the orange and only the orange. But it's soothing, really. Comforting. In fact, I suppose it could bring a whole new mearning to the phrase 'comfort food'.
Thirty-five minutes may seem like an absurdly long time for someone to eat an orange, but I enjoy taking my time.
I think I like peeling the orange more than I like eating it, to be honest. I'm not one of those people who like to see if I can take the peel off with one or two swift strokes of my thumb. Rather, I like to see how many little bits of peel I can place in a bowl. Once the actual peel is off, I then take my time removing the white fibers on the orange sections. I honestly have no idea why I enjoy doing this so much, I simply do. Well, to be honest, I also don't like the texture of the fibers on the orange. The unfortunate thing is, a lot of the fruit's nutrients are actually in those fibers. Regardless, I spend a good amount of time picking them off the orange.
Peeling an orange is very relaxing for me. But you know, it's quite a strange experience, to tell you the truth. When I peel an orange, my whole mind goes blank. I concentrate on the orange and only the orange. But it's soothing, really. Comforting. In fact, I suppose it could bring a whole new mearning to the phrase 'comfort food'.
May 17, 2008
Laughter
On Thursday evening a friend came up from Ogden. She was going to Cru and beforehand stopped by the dorm to drop off a book she's letting me borrow. I wasn't planning on going to Cru with her, but I did.
And I'm glad.
Really glad.
Darcy is, by far, one of the most hilarious people I know. That's a simple fact. She can practically pull joy and laughter out of people - just by being herself. It's great. So we're driving over to the church where Cru is held and just talking about things of little importance. Listening to music. But laughter fills the car like oxygen. I had not laughed like that in a long, long time. And it was much needed.
We arrive at the church, but the laughter didn't die. From rocking out to music that wasn't playing to acting like stealthy spies by reclining the seats and "hiding" - the laughter continued.
The group at Cru was small. We were locked out of the church, so we sat in a circle on the front lawn. Time for an ice-breaker. "What are your plans for the summer? And if you could be any bug, what would you be and why?"
Great.
I dislike ice-breakers with an extreme passion.
But that didn't bring me down.
Because Tyler Otto, apparently, wants to be a male ladybug. You know. "Like the one in A Bug's Life."
Laughter ensued.
I returned to the dorm with a light heart and renewed spirit.
And I'm still as light-hearted today as I was that night.
And I'm glad.
Really glad.
Darcy is, by far, one of the most hilarious people I know. That's a simple fact. She can practically pull joy and laughter out of people - just by being herself. It's great. So we're driving over to the church where Cru is held and just talking about things of little importance. Listening to music. But laughter fills the car like oxygen. I had not laughed like that in a long, long time. And it was much needed.
We arrive at the church, but the laughter didn't die. From rocking out to music that wasn't playing to acting like stealthy spies by reclining the seats and "hiding" - the laughter continued.
The group at Cru was small. We were locked out of the church, so we sat in a circle on the front lawn. Time for an ice-breaker. "What are your plans for the summer? And if you could be any bug, what would you be and why?"
Great.
I dislike ice-breakers with an extreme passion.
But that didn't bring me down.
Because Tyler Otto, apparently, wants to be a male ladybug. You know. "Like the one in A Bug's Life."
Laughter ensued.
I returned to the dorm with a light heart and renewed spirit.
And I'm still as light-hearted today as I was that night.
May 16, 2008
Friday
I like Fridays.
Yet believe it or not, it's not my favorite day of the week.
I think Sundays are.
Or Tuesdays.
Why?
I couldn't tell you.
Yet believe it or not, it's not my favorite day of the week.
I think Sundays are.
Or Tuesdays.
Why?
I couldn't tell you.
May 15, 2008
Irritation
Why is it that when people ride on buses with seats that face inward, parallel to the road (like my university's shuttle buses), the passengers usually turn their heads to face the direction the bus is moving?
For some very odd reason, this irritates me.
Why it irritates me, I have no clue.
But I thought I'd bring it up regardless.
For some very odd reason, this irritates me.
Why it irritates me, I have no clue.
But I thought I'd bring it up regardless.
May 14, 2008
Scratches
You know, for some strange reason, I often wake up with long scratches on my arm. It's kind of annoying. I obviously don't feel or remember me scratching myself. But in the morning, there they are. And it's not like there's anything sharp or rough-edged near me when I sleep, so obviously I'm the one doing it. Ugh. Oh well. I guess I could sleep with gloves - or perhaps socks - on my hands, but I think doing so would annoy me even more!
May 13, 2008
Wanderlust
It's a blessing.
It's a curse.
Once I graduate, I don't think I'll be able staying in one place for long... or trying to find a job, for that matter. I want to roam the planet as if it's never been traveled before. Don't get me wrong, I do plan on settling down in a general area in the future. Working in the Middle East. Getting married. Raising a family. But for those first few years after graduation, I really don't want to do anything but travel. Granted, it'll be difficult to fund these travel-dreams of mine, but anything's possible.
I want to go to Russia.
China.
India.
Cambodia.
I want to go to Finland.
Germany.
Italy.
Belarus.
I want to go to Senegal.
Namibia.
Tanzania.
Eritrea.
I want to go to Peru.
Uruguay.
Brazil.
Guyana.
I want to go to Bahrain.
Saudi Arabia.
Lebanon.
Turkey.
There's so much to see, to do... to learn.
I firmly believe in education through experience.
I mean, at this time, I am 99.5% sure I don't want to pursue another degree after I obtain my bachelor's. And honestly, if it weren't for the fact that you basically have to have at least a bachelor's degree to get a decent job in this day and age... and the fact that my parents wouldn't let me not go to college... I don't think I'd be in school. Now trust me, I love learning - and the whole concept of secondary education and such is a beautiful thing. And I'm good student, if I do say so myself. I also know that I am entirely privileged to be receiving the education that I am. I just don't think another degree will be necessary and I almost wish I didn't have to continue my education formally.
I want to learn from the world and its peoples, not an institution.
That's all.
It's a curse.
Once I graduate, I don't think I'll be able staying in one place for long... or trying to find a job, for that matter. I want to roam the planet as if it's never been traveled before. Don't get me wrong, I do plan on settling down in a general area in the future. Working in the Middle East. Getting married. Raising a family. But for those first few years after graduation, I really don't want to do anything but travel. Granted, it'll be difficult to fund these travel-dreams of mine, but anything's possible.
I want to go to Russia.
China.
India.
Cambodia.
I want to go to Finland.
Germany.
Italy.
Belarus.
I want to go to Senegal.
Namibia.
Tanzania.
Eritrea.
I want to go to Peru.
Uruguay.
Brazil.
Guyana.
I want to go to Bahrain.
Saudi Arabia.
Lebanon.
Turkey.
There's so much to see, to do... to learn.
I firmly believe in education through experience.
I mean, at this time, I am 99.5% sure I don't want to pursue another degree after I obtain my bachelor's. And honestly, if it weren't for the fact that you basically have to have at least a bachelor's degree to get a decent job in this day and age... and the fact that my parents wouldn't let me not go to college... I don't think I'd be in school. Now trust me, I love learning - and the whole concept of secondary education and such is a beautiful thing. And I'm good student, if I do say so myself. I also know that I am entirely privileged to be receiving the education that I am. I just don't think another degree will be necessary and I almost wish I didn't have to continue my education formally.
I want to learn from the world and its peoples, not an institution.
That's all.
May 12, 2008
Sleep
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender onto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
Then I surrender unto sleep
Then I surrender unto sleep
- Sleep by Eric Whitacre
I love this song.
I love it even more during the nights and mornings when it describes how I feel.
I think my favorite line is 'What dreams may come both dark and deep'. It reminds me of a few lines in Hamlet's most famous soliloquy:
' "... Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. ..." '
- Lines 73-76, 3.1, Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Oh goodness.
I love The Bard.
You know.
Bill.
Billy boy.
Will.
William Shakespeare, one of the greatest writers to have ever graced the planet!
Yeah.
Him.
Sleep.
Soliloquies.
Shakespeare.
It's going to be a great day.
Regardless of how much sleep I get.
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender onto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
Then I surrender unto sleep
Then I surrender unto sleep
- Sleep by Eric Whitacre
I love this song.
I love it even more during the nights and mornings when it describes how I feel.
I think my favorite line is 'What dreams may come both dark and deep'. It reminds me of a few lines in Hamlet's most famous soliloquy:
' "... Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. ..." '
- Lines 73-76, 3.1, Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Oh goodness.
I love The Bard.
You know.
Bill.
Billy boy.
Will.
William Shakespeare, one of the greatest writers to have ever graced the planet!
Yeah.
Him.
Sleep.
Soliloquies.
Shakespeare.
It's going to be a great day.
Regardless of how much sleep I get.
Love Our Planet
Recycling is an excellent thing to do.
I used to take it for granted, I really did.
'Who cares about recycling, anyway?'
Every day... make sure to set aside cans, bottles and all of the papers in our house from the usual trash can-worthy articles. Take everything down to the recycling bin. Lug it to the end of the driveway. Lug it back down the driveway to the basement later in the day.
Ugh.
'What a hassle.'
Well. Not really, since it's usually my dad or brother who do all of that hauling... I should change that...
Anyway, here in Utah, recycling is not a big deal. I think the whole 'recycle your paper' campaign was truly just started this past fall here on campus. At Smith's grocery stores there are bins to put your plastic bags in... that's a good thing! But what about all the cans and bottles? They should have a little home-sweet-home of their own in regards to bins and such.
RECYCLE.
RECYCLE.
RECYCLE.
I used to take it for granted, I really did.
'Who cares about recycling, anyway?'
Every day... make sure to set aside cans, bottles and all of the papers in our house from the usual trash can-worthy articles. Take everything down to the recycling bin. Lug it to the end of the driveway. Lug it back down the driveway to the basement later in the day.
Ugh.
'What a hassle.'
Well. Not really, since it's usually my dad or brother who do all of that hauling... I should change that...
Anyway, here in Utah, recycling is not a big deal. I think the whole 'recycle your paper' campaign was truly just started this past fall here on campus. At Smith's grocery stores there are bins to put your plastic bags in... that's a good thing! But what about all the cans and bottles? They should have a little home-sweet-home of their own in regards to bins and such.
RECYCLE.
RECYCLE.
RECYCLE.
May 10, 2008
19
I was born on May 10, 1989.
19.
I like this number.
Pretty uneventful, though. 18 is the age of 'legality'. 20 seems to loom over you... I mean, that's approximately one quarter of the average life span. Think about it. Three more '20 years' to go! 21 is the legal drinking age, but I have no interest in drinking.
Hm.
My mom's graduating today.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day.
I miss my family.
19.
I like this number.
Pretty uneventful, though. 18 is the age of 'legality'. 20 seems to loom over you... I mean, that's approximately one quarter of the average life span. Think about it. Three more '20 years' to go! 21 is the legal drinking age, but I have no interest in drinking.
Hm.
My mom's graduating today.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day.
I miss my family.
May 9, 2008
Extra Letters
Keeeeeene.
I realllllly enjoy adding in extra letters to words - whether I'm typing or speaking. I don't really know why. I just do.
I must add that whenever I type extra letters, I ususally do so in increments of six. Six of the same letter. I mean, I don't add six letters to the letters that are already there. Like in 'really' - I didn't hit the 'l' button seven times. Oooooonly six.
Ha. I'm so weird.
But I love myself.
I realllllly enjoy adding in extra letters to words - whether I'm typing or speaking. I don't really know why. I just do.
I must add that whenever I type extra letters, I ususally do so in increments of six. Six of the same letter. I mean, I don't add six letters to the letters that are already there. Like in 'really' - I didn't hit the 'l' button seven times. Oooooonly six.
Ha. I'm so weird.
But I love myself.
May 8, 2008
Stuff
We are a materialistic people. We want this, we 'need' that, gimme gimme gimme. We have to be surrounded with things that make us feel good. Look good. Look important. The more things you have, the better off you obviously seem, thus raising your "status" in society.
But when does the fact that you have more materialistic goods than Joe Schmo actually matter?
What good does it do anybody to accumulate these meaningless things to the point of ludicrousness?
We are coming to a point where our seemingly instinctive nature to buy, buy, buy and use, use, use is threatening our comfortable and healthy ways of life on this planet. Actually, I believe we have already reached that point. If we don't do something about it soon, we will completely surpass it, coming to the point of no return. In other words, we are gradually speeding up the process of nonexistence, day by day.
Go to www.storyofstuff.com to learn more.
But when does the fact that you have more materialistic goods than Joe Schmo actually matter?
What good does it do anybody to accumulate these meaningless things to the point of ludicrousness?
We are coming to a point where our seemingly instinctive nature to buy, buy, buy and use, use, use is threatening our comfortable and healthy ways of life on this planet. Actually, I believe we have already reached that point. If we don't do something about it soon, we will completely surpass it, coming to the point of no return. In other words, we are gradually speeding up the process of nonexistence, day by day.
Go to www.storyofstuff.com to learn more.
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