Just a few weeks ago, my dear cousin wrote a blog post. "Odds and ends" was the title. Sorry cousin, but copying seems very necessary here. How shall it begin? Uhhh... Aha!
I am a mildly ridiculous human being.
Going to work every morning is pure torture. Of course, there is always the weekend. Today was a lazy day, though somewhat productive in the morning.
Yesterday, however was not quite as good. Of course, accidentally falling asleep at 9 pm wasn't the best decision that could have been made for a good time. Unless one had to get up at 6:30 this morn, which was the case for myself. Right; it worked out then.
Mostly the days go by quickly. Every time the mistake is made to think there are still several good hours left in which to work, it turns out it's time to leave. So, psych! Someday the goals will be reached. After the second-coming probably. Good thing no one cares about silly work goals in the long run. Even though the chances of a badly-needed raise without hitting goals are slim.
Butter is so incredibly delicious. Even though it is fattening. For all that, it is is also quite pricey these days. Only the pure in heart still splurge for it. *Road rage enacted toward all those who find margarine acceptable*. Especially on toast (and don't ask me how "road rage" applies.)
Better yet, real butter in cookies is pure heaven. Unless it's just a bad recipe in general. Then probably nothing will salvage them; and nothing short of feeding them to a poor defenseless male who does not know any better will remedy the problem.
If someone offers to help you with your work, they probably just want to go to a work party and need the whole department to hit goal in order to go.
Wouldn't it be lovely if it rained every day? After all, rain is most thought-provoking and artistic, in my humble opinion. Seattle gets a lot of rain (said in a pout-y child-like voice).
Today grocery shopping happened at seven a.m. Hungriness had not yet set in, so it ended up being perfect. I might start doing that more often. Not that waking up that early on a weekend is ever going to happen again... Kangaroos might fly! In some universe. No? Guh.
Anyway. Buying a car is quite stressful. Obviously, there has been very little practice in my life where such activities are concerned. Understanding all of the ins and outs is undoubtedly not as difficult as it may seem at first. That is the way with most things.
Today one of my favorite earrings broke. Heavens be thanked for super glue! I now want to kiss and marry whoever invented it (ok, and be rich). Super, super glue.
Africa apparently grows fruit that makes us over in the "consumer nation" look younger. No really, it said so online. Dang blang, what will that wonderful continent think of next to save us all from looking a day over 25?
That being said, it would be so cool to go there. How much would a safari cost? Even in the event it was affordable, it probably wouldn't go over well with semi-high maintenance me.
Forever 21 is on of those stores that always promises to change my life, but rarely does. Actually, one time there was a pair of earrings there that changed my life. Cost me 2 dollars. That's why one must always go in there with some trusty scouts.
The rain this morning was absolutely delicious. Hurried though my morning may have been with all of its tasks, the weather was so satisfying. As it started, the groceries were just about all in the car. The rolling down of windows, and the blasting of a certain song *cough cough.... below* may have occurred.
I miss my cousin, who is on a trip right now.
Doughnuts are kind of gross. I mean, every time one crosses my path, it always looks so good. Don't get me wrong, it is good. Now. Tell me in five minutes when the nausea sets in why the dang doughnut was ever a good idea.
Most people are really cool when you get to know them. Even though that's practically all we have been told since we were children, it turns out to be startlingly true. As do most things we learned as children. Never ceases to amaze me.
Fact: it's Oceanology! (and, yes you can pat yourself on the back if you get that). Really it's both, according to señor google (who also gave me a little link to help out those of you who do not catch that).
Trains make the most horrifically gorgeous sound. Hearing a train first thing in the morning conjures such a romantic sensibility. If it were still normal to travel by train, you would be sure to find me regularly doing so. Sorry if you disagree.
Toads on the other hand are not horrific or gorgeous. Ok, they can be horrific, but never gorgeous, in a traditional sense.
Being 22 is not much different than being 21. Even though some people say it makes their teeth hurt when they are an "odd" number of years old. Crazy. Opposite for me. Most of the "odd" numbered years seem much more dramatic. Even numbers jut feel so bland.
African fruit, who would have thought the benefits one could gain?.. can't get over it.
Rice crispy treats are only good if they have too much marshmallow. Even then, they have to be very fresh. Give them a few days and you only eat them because they are there. Under what set of moral code is that a good reason to intake that much sugar? Laws! we will never know. Actually, bored eating is not something that has much plagued my life... too lazy for that. Reaching for the fridge handle is just too much when extreme boredom has ensued.
After certain hours of the night, someone needs to lock my computer. *Very severe boredom warning, and no food in sight!* Even with all of my accomplishments today. Need one say more than the word "accomplishments" to conger up images of great heroics? Understatement actually. Effortless with this face.
Fords seems like such sketchy cars. Only foreign-made for me. Ritzy, no?
Cold weather seems so inviting right now. Only, why wish for that when it is a beautiful summer evening out? Might have walked down the secret path today to the house of a dear friend. Might have walked over to the market for eggs with her and went right past the sketchy new waffle joint. Undeniably the best new place to eat in this whole town. Not to mention the live music they had going on. In the event my life gets that bad, have no fear, you will see me there. Could be a while. After all, this typing rampage is still tiding me over. Truth be told. I could go on like this for hours. Or... Not.
I really should just go to bed.
NEED more be said? (rhyme!)
Too many hours on computer this week. Overload of information.
STOP!
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