My Ninety-fifth Post

I decided I want to blog about something, but I didn't have a particular something I wanted to blog about. So I just started free writing. Unfortunately, none of the thoughts that crossed my mind where interesting enough for me to want to expound. Instead, you get one sentence from each idea I almost wrote about:

• I’ve always had a hard time choosing subject lines for emails.
• I want to be above reproach. I want to set the example that others point to as exceptional.
• I have a small crush on you, so it makes the situation just a tad weird.
• So please stop trying to convince me it is okay.
• That’s all well and good in theory, but here’s my question: if she can’t take care of herself, whose responsibility is she?
• When she came home much later, I was still watching the West Wing.
• Several people where I work have decided that they just don’t need to come to work anymore.

The end.

My Ninety-fourth Post

Isn’t today just wonderful?

I’ve been just happy all day. This may be due to some wonderful music I’ve been enjoying this morning. Or maybe it’s left over from last night’s IHOP party (which was incredible). Or maybe it’s that classes are almost over and I’m just a few short days from being free for the summer!

Anyway. I had some plans for the day, but they didn’t work out as well as I wanted. Instead, I will tell you what I would have liked to do.

I would have gotten some ice cream. Vanilla ice cream, in a sugar cone. I would have sat out side in the sun, enjoying the slight breeze, and letting the ice cream get just a little bit melty so that I would have to work hard to keep it from dripping all down my fingers. Then I would have gone on a walk. A long meandering walk. It would have involved grass and bare feet. And maybe somebody to hold my hand. That would have been perfection. But this day is so good, I’m enjoying it even though I didn’t get my ice cream or my walk.

*contented sigh*

Now if only the pool would open…

My Ninety-third Post

I’ve spent the last week or so being very, very stressed about a final paper for my favorite (and most challenging) class from this semester. I sort of finished it last Tuesday, and then I had to redo a lot of stuff with it on Thursday. Sometime next week I’ll probably get really stressed about it again before I finally turn it in to my teacher next Friday.

It’s like the paper that never ends!

Anyway. I’ve been staying up way too late the last couple of nights. And, since I haven’t had a lot of free time for food and such, I’ve been living mainly off a package of Oreos I foolishly bought earlier this week.

I’m pretty sure this is not a good strategy for remaining healthy.

Also, I work two jobs. Job #1 is one where I have set hours when I come in every week. Job #2 is one where they schedule me when they need me. I’m not scheduled very much at job #2 because I told them not to.

This week, I switched several shifts (at job #1) with Drazi, my coworker of some renown. It worked out better for each of us scheduling-wise, so I’m really glad we did it. But. Drazi’s shift is longer than my usual one and a lot more taxing on my energy. It was really fun, but maybe not the best timing what with end of the semester stress.

Also, job #2 has started getting busier with the approach of the end of the semester. So I have been working a lot more than usual there too. I really do like working at job #2, but it has its own accompanying stress factors too.

I worked over 9 ½ hours yesterday. And then I came home and just wanted to go to sleep. So I intended to. But instead I watched Oh Brother, Where Are Thou? And then I was going to go to sleep. But instead L’Afro came over and I sort of tagged along with her and krebscout on several adventuresome projects. At about 3am, I fell asleep on the couch while they where chatting like little old biddies. (I think they were there until almost 5am last night... er... this morning.) Then I woke up at about 7am and staggered back to my room to sleep for another hour or two before waking up and cleaning for cleaning checks.

I think I’m surprisingly happy despite all of this. That may have something to do with the fact that there was lemon cake when I woke up this morning. Mmmm…

P.S. The reason I was going to blog was to talk about time warps and alligator cakes. Since I didn’t actually mention either of those things, I will instead just dedicate this post to them.

For all of those time warps and alligator cakes out there, this one’s for you.

My Ninety-second Post

My sister, Martin, just discovered this blog. I knew eventually somebody from my family would find it. She told me that now she knows about it, she'll be reading it regularly to correct me when I'm wrong about something.

Great.

Anyway, Martin is about 40 years old and lives alone. Well, unless you count her six cats. Then you wouldn't say she lives alone because you would be busy trying to count her six cats. Let me save you some time: there are six of them.

And she thinks the only thing grosser than Rolos are Kit-Kat blizzards. She can’t stand them.

And she's unemployed.

And she hates Christmas.


(Just try to correct that, Martin!)

My Ninety-first Post

Sometimes people do things because they like you and don't want to hurt your feelings. You shouldn't get offended. They do these things because they like you. That's something to celebrate.

Also, sometimes cleaning really can act as a stress reliever.

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So I IMed my sister the other day, and when she didn't respond, I wandered away from my computer. When I came back, I found the following message, apparently sent by my 4-year-old niece, Princess:

* hi eT ES [pRINCESS]
* DO
* you want me to sho you sam beg nambs
* 100 788966775 452909 446464 67677 67778 56661 9687 796887 69687 646 56657476566b6767 556675475 575 2358385476 44646546 576 587r6 5575700 4646 23566767 46511 778800444 68687 646465 46e64 664658 6575 664655 5764657574 475
* do you want me to caont to
* 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Isn't that amazing? She's FOUR! She's not even supposed to be able to read yet, much less type some-what coherent messages to her aunt about big numbers. Her spelling is definitely non-standard, but if I know the general context of what she's saying, I can definitely understand. For example, from a grocery list:

tarteas = tortillas
joses = juices
aegs = eggs
ches = cheese
apl-sos = apple sauce

Isn't that cool? I have the smartest niece in the whole world. And she's cute too.

My Nintieth Post

This is my second post in one hour. Sheesh.

Good things for today:
*My mom is awesome (see previous post)
*I wore my impractical lipstick and felt great about it.
*I finally got to see my lantern alight and glowing. Mmmm... firelight!
*I figured out why my work was scheduling me for weird times.
*I saw both Tangerine and Quandary while I was at work. Only one of them saw me.
*I had an interesting lunch with a girl I barely know. It was surprisingly un-awkward.

A guy from my ward just knocked on the door and offered to give me and/or my roommates a "really good" hug for 50 cents each.


I considered it.

My Eighty-ninth Post

My mom is in town. Today, she took me to the store, picked up an Easter basket and told me to fill it with whatever I wanted. The following is a list of what ended up inside of said basket:

bread
an kite
5x7 picture frame
Reese’s eggs
hair clips
starburst jellybeans
hair elastics
bubbles
sunscreen
apricots and mangoes tea lights
impractical lipstick
mascara

Some of these things I picked out. Some of them my mom picked out. You should try to guess which is which.

Also, I love my mom.