Everyone Looks Stupid with a Fly on Their Head

Think about it.

Conjunction

It is strange how a person can have a repeating connection to another person without the second person realizing it. Example:

This guy used to play onstage at a church I went to for a short time. I took a moderate notice because he had some defining features of an under-bite and 1 inch wide plugs in his ears. With a fleeting affinity, I left and didn't think too much more about him.

About a year or two later, I was touring this house on the market in order to pass time with my parents. Their friend had just listed it and had called to see what they thought of the place. When we walked in, the belongings of the owners were still there, pictures and couches littering every available square foot. In the hallway, there was picture after picture of that same guy with his, assumed to be, wife. This house was his parent's house, and now I had leaked into his personal side a bit without intention.

Now, 5 or 6 years later, my flight from Seattle to San Diego had landed earlier than expected. I had parked myself next to the carts to the left of the baggage claim in order to wait until my parents came to pick me up. Down the escalator he came, except this time his hair was a bit thinner, donning a suit, and his plugs had been pinned up as if he was coming from a long day of working for the man. He was there to pick someone up. Strange I'll never know his name nor will he know mine, and it makes me curious about similar connections that I may never know about.

Creep.

I went for a walk tonight.

A long walk towards the tail end of dusk. It was one of those days where the fog from the ocean lurks in behind your back and sort of reaches its soggy fingers into every corner of outside. This type of weather ignites my contemplative moods, and since I had a strange day, it was perfect. Going into my room, I put on a few layers to combat when the temperature would punch me in the face outside.

Move along, Cold, nothing to see here, just a pile of faux fur and knit material. My reflection on the way out the door caught my attention because what had once been a usual, everyday outfit suddenly looked like a Yamanba had forced her earth toned musings onto a 35 year old. I guess my maturity had also sneaked past me in between job interviews and credit bills because I could tell I had grown out of my adolescent clothing. Fashion sense aside, I felt like a young hoodlum tromping through the neighborhood.I didn't take it too much to heart and stepped outside into the fog.

My weekly jogs cover most of the streets near my house, but this was the first proper stroll I had ever taken. Walking along the reverse route I usually take, my perspective had been altered. It felt like completely new territory. I was the Napoleon of the pseudo-retirement-people-who-want-to-live-on-a-golf-course neighborhood.

Conqueror of All

Deceptively Intelligent Swindler

Pirate of the Pavement

What fueled the growing power fire in my head was that various people who were on their lawns were clearly frightened of me. I mean, it was dark, and I was walking alone with no dog, and I am about 1/4 the age of 98% of the neighborhood residents, but really? This one lady actually turned towards me, looked, scooped up her white puff of a dog on a leash, and briskly walked inside probably on a straight path to her phone in order to call the Lake Police which is the equivalent to the inept chaperon of the neighborhood watch prom.

All in all, it was awesome.

Every Bit

It's good to stop and take time to watch the sunset.

The Fountain

I have found the most frustrating/compelling thing on the internet. It's like the yin and yang of all that bloggerdom has brought us. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, the comment boards on animal ustreams. The Georgia deer cam had a sort of fan fiction section where people were making up stories about the deer while adding on to previous posts. I found myself watching an empty room for about 15 minutes in hopes that a puppy would meander by or sniff the camera. This guy even quoted Jay-Z lyrics as the title for his hedgehog cam, which, I might add, did not have any hedgehog present.

Hip Hop

I cringe in embarrassment for this woman

Bucket List

After wondering about why the cast of Jersey Shore is opening the stock market, I got on the page of a bucket list. Here are some things I would like to do sometime in the future:

-Be in a lawn chair balloon race

-Perform a song on the piano at an open mic night
-Be in the backtrack of a popular rap song
-Climb Mt. Rainier
-Buy silverware
-Film a viral internet sensation
-Become friends with Chelsea Lately
-wear in my black shoes
-Eat some food in the next 10 minutes
-Never have a mid-western accent
-Wear my snuggie to an actual outdoor soccer game to stand up and cheer

Dedication

Animals take work. More work than this lazy body is used to giving, but it's well worth it. Hedgehogs have this habit of thinking that if their head is covered, then no one can see them.
Sample A:


I decided with my neurotic level of cleanliness that she needed a better cage. While looking for ideas from all the internet has to offer, I have learned that
-You can litter train them
-They can be trained to ride in your pocket
-They like cilantro

If only the internet existed last time I had one.

What are theyyyyy

Instead of going to the gym, I contributed to the world being a better place and found this guy:

Every time it's sunny, there's clouds on the horizon.

Hipsters.
The word makes some people shudder. some people lactate. Others, like my mom, ask for a definition.
Not sure how I feel, but they annoy me on facebook. Most notably when they go and find hipster hip stomping grounds to nonchalantly pose, act like they don't care, then race home to edit the contrast so it looks circa 1970's.
These hip places include, but are not limited to:
-old buildings
-trains, train tracks, train tunnels, you name it, a hipster has had a beard there
-roofs
-city walls
-peculiar dive bars with other pissed off looking people in the background
-flat cap store. only kidding. but they'll be wearing a flat cap.
-the woods. ironically.
-ironic places ie, great grandma's birthday, the beach, Westmont.

You get the point.

I'll be Star One Day

I saw this little gem on the internet today. Couldn't possibly deprive you guys of it.
Just a note before watching: look closely at the explosion in the first couple of minutes. The second one is of a cat being catapulted out of the bush, and then, I'm assuming, his spirit face looks down over the long forgotten world of what he left behind.

I See a Mansard Roof

So, I'm lying in bed almost completely horizontal, edging the blanket closely around the entire outline of my body so as not to let any inch of the cold get in and whisk away my well deserved body heat. My laptop is just too far away on my desk. I want to move less, so I transfer it to my lap, the more heat from any external source, the better. I peruse around le Facebook for a bit, and I'm about to watch a video. I go to press down slightly, and my computer decides at that point that it's going to stray away from my will and do whatever it feels like. I keep trying the mouse, and it comes up as other icons. Panic rises because this computer was purchased only a few months ago after the prolonged crash of my other one. Messing around with it more just leads to more trouble, and I do this for around 10 minutes. After these minutes have passed, I need to get up because my bladder is so worried for me that it demands to be emptied at that moment. My computer raises to one side and lo and behold my mouse was just in between my lap and the computer being pressed.
Teenage angst about my electronics has subsided.

Spill Your Dreams to Me and We Can Hide Away

"My church...is pretty bland at first glance. It is a cinder-block bunker situated across the street from a university and up the road from about a hundred other churches. It has the requisite plastic chairs, lame carpet, and bad coffee. In five years I've never had a good cup of coffee there. But I love it. I love the people. And I love the teaching-it's challenging and theologically significant. It's spiritual meat in a world of beer, milk, and philosophical cookies. It's a bubble that I am proud to be a part of, and I am being challenged there in ways that I never thought possible." -Ted Kluck

I love this quote. It resonates exactly with how I feel about my church(except I really enjoy beer, so not that part). The message was so good today, as it is most times. Sigh.

Unbeknownst to All Mankind

I have a completely irrational fear of throwing up in public places. For example, if I'm going to church, I try to not eat anything that has the possibility of making me sick. In class, I always think about possible exit strategies in case I feel the need to hurl chunks. Strange, yes. Irrational, yes. But it's there. It's not keeping me from doing anything, in fact, I just realized that I think about it probably more than most people do.

Moving on, there's a furry on campus. That's when I know that my college is diverse. There's only one, but he's a fox. I saw him running toward the bus, tail flopping.

Lindsey's addition to What Grinds My Gears.
You know what really grinds my gears? When adults today act like my generation has never heard of a cassette tape. They forgot that we had them too. I had a walkman for a long time before I raked(literally, raked leaves) up enough cash to by my first diskman. They ask, "Do you guys, well, you probably don't even remember, but do you guys remember something called a cassette tape?" YES. Yes I do.

High and Mighty

I want to have really strong arms. Strong enough to mix frosting better than I can now.