“memory” was never one of my stronger games

Four or five days ago, I was listening to a conversation between two coworkers/friends who were discussing the possibility of using WordPress for blogging for our church. Milliseconds after mentioning it, I was struck with a memory. I have a WordPress blog! I had completely forgotten about it. I have multiply blogs now I guess. Oops.

So, it’s been just short of a year since I last posted. Life has changed in many ways since March 20, 2008.

1) I graduated from college. I am officially done my formal education

2) A few of my friends have gotten married, including my best friend and my “little” brother

3) I have a full-time office position

It’s strange. Life has all of a sudden gotten to the point where I’m “grown up”. I don’t really like that. I think there is often a sense that life needs to be taken more seriously because I’m an adult, when in reality, this may just be the time of life when we are most at-risk for becoming “boring.” I don’t ever want to become drone. I don’t want to get to the point where I put things off because I have to work and fall into the “I’ll do that when I’m retired” mentality. I’m highly uncomfortable with that mindset. I was having a conversation with a friend and was talking about how I want to go to Europe (mainly England, Ireland, and Scotland), and how I also want to visit my friend in Bolivia sometime. Basically, I want to travel. She asked me, “But don’t you want to get settled in a career before you do all that?”

No. No I don’t. Getting “settled” in a career sounds to much like “getting stuck”.  I’m almost 23, there is no reason why I shouldnt live life to the fullest now. There is nothing tying me down. I have no idea what is happening next year as far as a job goes, and I’m completely okay with that. I know too many people who have said, “I wish I had taken the opportunity to travel when I was younger and had less responsibility”. I think there are too many people that equate having a lack of responsibilities with irresponsibility. They aren’t the same. I don’t have a lot of responsibilities, but i try my hardest to be responsible.

Anyway, i think I’m done ranting.

Nothing an ace bandage can’t fix

For my Romans midterm exam, we were supposed to write a minimum of three pages per questions. It’s a take home one, so that wasn’t an issue. But seriously, 3 pages? Some of the things we had to write about did not take up that much space. And I don’t know about you, but it’s really hard to explain stuff without being redundant when you are writing about something Paul wrote that is very redundant. I don’t like redundancy in my writing. It’s something I’ve tried to avoid my entire life.

Right now my wrist is wrapped in an ace bandage. It’s been acting up today, and volleyball didn’t help. Fortunately, it doesn’t really affect my racquetball game too much, which is nice. However, once soccer starts, I may have a problem. You may be thinking, “Soccer? But that’s totally with your feet.” Yes, yes it is. But my wrist is not my only problem. My ankle tends to hate me on occasion too. Fortunately, my knee didn’t bother me after paintball like I was expecting. See, every situation has an upside. Anyway, I have to figure out how to get my ankle brace to not be so bulky in my shoe before soccer starts. Because seriously, if I hurt it badly enough, I won’t be able to do much in my activities classes.

Today I thought to myself as I was leaving my apartment (and it was misting outside), “If it’s warm enough to rain, it’s warm enough to not wear a coat.” Mind you, I was headed to racquetball and was wearing shorts too. Needless to say, I was a little chilly. But not too bad, because, hey! It’s warm enough to be raining.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this is a previous post, but I really like Pride and Prejudice. A couple weeks before break I watched the movie, then I read the book, then I watched the movie again. It’s one of those movies I can just watch over and over again. Tonight, while working on my paper, I was listening to the soundtrack, and it made me want to watch the movie again. Seriously, it’s out of control.

My apartment smells like humidifier mist…weird.

Blockbuster decided to get this super awful new policy. Every movie is rented for three days. After that, you automatically buy it. No late fees, no week long non-new release movies. I am not a fan. It means I have to run back there before Easter, and that is totally lame. If you don’t think it’s lame and it’s a good policy, you should change your mind, because seriously, it’s lame.

I’m going to go to bed now. Are there things I should be doing? Oh, probably. But sleep is calling. Apparently I started talking to Sarah in my sleep the other night about how quiet the room was. And I’ve been having really weird dreams. Like my friend’s little brother turning into a vampire. Anyway, maybe tonight I’ll dream about taking over Spain with only a cheesesteak and big rubber boots. The boots will only be necessary in the plains because of all that mud. Silly rain.

The Procrastiblaster 684!

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You sure about that?

While watching the television this evening, I witnessed a commercial regarding the need for concern over global warming. For some reason, I just can’t take them seriously right now….

Once upon a time, when I was a cartoon character…

One day in high school, school was closed early due to a heavy snowstorm. As I stood outside, waiting for the buses to arrive, it snowed so much that there was a small pile of snow on my head, just like in cartoons.

 the end.

Multiple Blood-sucking creatures

I don’t like politics. I can’t recall a time when I claimed otherwise. However, the student government elections are today and speeches were made this morning. I find myself leaning a certain way based on the candidates personalities than their capabilities. I am sitting in a nice comfy chair (emphasizing the comfy more than nice), and I can hear one of the candidates talking to friends. It’s interesting. I’m not working on anything in particular, which makes it difficult not to eavesdrop. I assure you, I wasn’t trying too. Not everything coming out of the candidate’s mouth pleased my ears. And it made me think to myself, “I wonder how the (national) presidential elections would differ if we could here what the candidates said when they think no one is listening.” I truly to wonder that. Do they bash people behind their backs? Or are they still kind and try to understand the other side? Do they loathe their opponents, but in public act respectful, or do they honestly respect the other person? Debates and speeches show little character, for a smile is easily plastered onto one’s face, respect and humility can be faked for long enough to get through them. It’s what they say when no one is listening that I want to know…..

First and foremost

Grats to the Giants. I was going to root for the Patriots, seeing as I’m normally a Philly fan and rooting for the Giants didn’t seem right. Then a friend mentioned the underdogness of the Giants, so I changed my mind. Just so you know, that was before the game even started. Great game…

But more importantly (well, it may seem of little importance to some), why do we have a “C” in our alphabet? What purpose does it actually serve? It either sounds like a “K” or an “S”, so why not use those instead? And why do we insist on putting a “c” and “k” together in some words (like pick, nick, quick) when both the letters make the same sound? Or “scissors”….seriously? Not necessary. It would makes life easier on so many levels. For instance, when practicing the alphabet as a child, some children like to put the letters into a neat row with the same number of letters to each row. Well, having 25 letters would make this so much easier than 26. A friend said I should write a petition. Who would I write it to? I have no idea? Who even controls that sort of thing?

The perfect thing for SuperBowl Eve…

We watched Remember the Titans this evening. I hadn’t seen it in a really long time. It is seriously a great film. And it got all of us in the mood for the Super Bowl.

Sometimes it amazes me that football can be such an inspiring context for a story. Nothing like big guys running really fast into one another to make you feel good. Seriously? It’s weird….and yet so true. Of course, the characters and story help too. That movie makes me smile, not just at the funny moments, which is more of a superficial smile. But it makes me smile on a deeper level, to see young people truly face really hard situations with courage – when no one is rooting for them. When they aren’t even sure they know what they are doing. It makes me smile one of those really deep smiles, the ones that start in your chest and work up to your face.

“Order pizza, dear, we’re doing a puzzle.”

Puzzles. I can’t imagine my father is a huge fan of them. Oh, he would probably enjoy them for a while if having a puzzle in the house didn’t mean that everything stopped. My mom and i have the nasty habit of getting completely immersed in the completing of a puzzle. The dishes that are normally done are left on the counter, pizza is ordered instead of having a nice homecooked meal, and anything that is usually done regularly is left undone. We become obsessed, not with finishing it as much as just finding where the next piece goes. And then the next. And the next. The “one more” turns into hours spent bent over the dining room table, putting together jigsaw puzzle pieces.

I love puzzles. There is so much about them that can be used to describe life. The whole picture can’t be seen until the end, and sometimes it takes a few tries to find exactly what we want from life. If one person decides to not to contribute, it hurts everyone. I just like puzzles…