Monday, October 22, 2007

Kill the Beast


So, I decided to try Kenna's idea and play the "next blog game." I was using the "next blog" button at the top of the screen... DO NOT do this unless you are or want to be a porn-crazed psychopath or you have loads and loads of money to spend on totally worthless crap. I figured out how to browse blogs the safe way - go to yours or my profile, then click the city or state, and it brings lists of people's blogs in that area and you can choose which ones you want to look at. Yes, this is a lesson in how to become a blog-stalker, but apparently I'm not the only one with such an interest. So it's socially acceptable which must mean it's okay, right? (I know I know, if everyone else jumped off a bridge...). Besides, if people didn't want you to read about them then they wouldn't be posting their journals online, would they? One thing I've discovered is that while it's interesting to read about other people's lives, it's actually really boring to look at picture after picture of other people's kids, if I don't know them. (If I know you then I like to see those pics). If you are the one writing the blog, I like to see pictures of YOU. Maybe your significant other. But your kids? zzzzzzzzz. I'm a jerk and I don't care, and I know they don't write their blogs purely for my enjoyment, which means I can bash them because I don't write my blog purely for their approval. Where was I going with this?

Oh yeah - there is a UVCC alumni concert this weekend. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Sometimes I'd get out my Cumorah's Hill choirbook and play it on the piano and wish I could actually sing it with a group again. (Sad and pitiful but I missed it) As much as the 7 a.m. Saturday morning practices sucked, it was good memories, and nothing else really matches up, you know? Ward choir pales, because once you decide to quit going they come back for you, with torches and pitchforks, hounding you week after week until you fall crying and cowering to the ground with your hands over your head yelling, "STOP!!!! I just want to be left alone for the love of [insert what you love here, in my case chocolate], I just want to live my life in peace! Please, please just let me live my life in peace..." Maybe they thought badgering a young new girl would help them magnify their calling or something weird. Of course I was always too nice (or too wimpy) to just tell the crazy person I hated it, so I just kept saying I would be there and then never showed up. You'd think they'd get the hint and quit calling, you know? We had to move to get away from them. (Yes, now you also know why we've moved around so much... it's the flight response.)

There was snow on the ground Sunday morning, I couldn't believe it. It's gone now, thank goodness. Anyway, work and school drag on. The Monday morning meetings are becoming increasingly annoying. It's only because our guy who presents them, as nice as he is, talks like he just inhaled a giant bug and he's constantly gasping for air, and it takes an hour to say what could've been said in ten minutes. Some motivational speakers, it's as if they talk like they just discovered God's gift then everyone will think what they're saying is really special, and it hurts the ears after awhile. Just talk to me like I'm a normal human being with normal intelligence, please?! (Yes I already know that's not the millionaire-mentality but I'm working on it here). I just want a quiet, non-eventful week, where I can just fly under the radar and not have to talk to anyone too much (meaning co-workers) and just get my stuff done.

Yikes maybe they should come after me with pitchforks.

4 comments:

kenna said...

Um that first paragraph makes ME look like the crazed porno addict. I play the 'next blog game' the safe way...

DeAnna said...

LOL, I love the pic. It reminds me of Calvin (calvin and hobbes) I just bought some of the books for Christmas presents and of course I plan to read all of them before I give them away...in case you are wondering why I even would think to compare your face to Calvins....

Cali said...

Hey, Calvin and Hobbes is better than some other things... lol.

And Kenna, I put a disclaimer, I'm sorry that did sound bad huh!

Anonymous said...

I'm over it...ya punk. That picture is great by the way, and I concur that it reminds me of Calvin and Hobbs.