Remember that you're more than this. Remember?

I don't understand why people are so eager. Don't they know? You might get this. But you might just get that. Don't they understand?

TickTickTick
Here it comes
And there it all goes

I feel like I've been doing this all day in one way or another, hassling with a program meant to keep my laptop safe from viruses. It detects a Problem. But if you were to look up this so-called Problem, you would find that it isn't actually a problem or a threat in anyway. Rather, the program looks at it and is intimidated by it and doesn't like the way it looks and puts it in a big red box, demanding your immediate attention. You have two options: to fix the Problem or to ignore it. Of course there is an asterisk next to the Fix option telling you that that is the preferred method for dealing with it and that it isn't, in fact, better left let alone. I just keep clicking Fix again and again and again but nothing is happening. The program is ignoring my attempts to do what we both think needs to be done. I can look at the scan's progress, I can check on the files it's looked at, I can minimize it or just put it off to the side of the screen, but for some reason I just cannot Fix the Problem. I'm sitting here, looking at the window head-on, with my eyes imploring the program to just let me fix everything. But to no avail. I need to get to bed, I'm very aware of this, but what am I supposed to do about the Problem? If I just shut down for the night, that same Problem will be there in the morning. For how long, though, can I sit here clicking Fix before my little touch pad gives out and the little so-called Problem begets a very real, very serious one?




There are entirely too many metaphors running around on any given day.

Today has been kind of like when you try to walk quietly across a wooden floor, but every careful step you take just brings forth a loud and terrible creeking noise. And maybe it would have just been a better idea to stay where you were all along.

Because I think it's a lot more fun when you know more about the people you think you know. And because I'm a narcissist.

Part I.
--I'm extraordinarily paranoid when I first awake. I'll start to cry or call/text someone out of sheer panic
--I think Trees and Mountains are the greatest things God ever gave to us. I want a tattoo of a leaf and I worry constantly about how much longer I'll have to go without seeing my favorite mountains, the Tetons, again.
--My laugh is fairly manly. When I laugh really hard, I fall off of chairs or just tumble over where I'm standing.
--I smile often enough, but you can tell that I'm just downright beside myself if I start to smirk.
--There is no excuse for intolerance of other religions or belief systems. Do not mock or degrade something that someone else has faith in. No one needs to hear another snyde remark about the Church of Latter-Day Saints or any lame jokes about Scientology. Grab a book and educate yourself before you open your mouth and waste your breath.
--I'm not a vegetarian, I'm a chickentarian. I love chicken and could never even consider giving it up. Beef sucks though, Daniel V.
--I don't remember the last time I brushed my hair. This is by no means an exaggeration either.
--I want to be a photojournalist, not a photographer. Huge difference.
--I'm not a music person. I like it and all but don't ask me if I know some incredible singer or band, I do not. All the music I have is because friends recommended it to me or themselves put it on my ipod shuffle, Ferris.
--Donuts are my area of expertise. I don't care how bad they are for your health or how often my teeth cry out begging me to stop, I will never give them up. Ever.
--I also name my cameras. Dean is the SLR, Sparky is the little digital one, Walle is the Polaroid (those totally look like the heads of robots), Archie is the Kodak Brownie, Ralphie is the Minolta film, and Holga is the 35mm Holga.
--I buy books and don't read them for months or years. I think this is important. If you've read all the books you own that simply means you don't have enough. I like to buy random books at garage sales without reading what they're about because one day I want walls and walls of books to keep me occupied for decades.
--It's not that I necessarily support Hamas, but I do support the liberation of the Palestinean people. I said this recently and a guy asked, "What? Do you just really hate Jews or something?". This really bothered me. I hate Israeli politics, not the Israeli people (if you knew me during the events in Lebanon then you're likely to think this).
--I am very, very dedicated to my pets. Sometimes I'll go home simply to see them. My cat I call Baby, my three dogs are the greatest creatures ever to me. I just can never get enough of Angus, my favorite pup. I have a contraband kitty named Kitty at the yellow house that is crazy (her owners had to have dropped acid all the time and shared a bit with her...) but is such a lover when she calms down. Okay, I'll move on now.
--I love geomorphology. I could talk about it forever, though I can't promise I'd be right about any of it. I hate rocks and minerals though, I just don't care.
--I really prefer to be barefoot outside but I NEVER go barefoot indoors, that's just unsanitary.
--While on the subject, I have what I think is a reasonable fear of germs and I can't understand why no one else agrees with me. It really hurts my feelings that my friends aren't sensitive to my feelings on germs. Hayley always is though, such a sweet girl.
--I cuddle a lot. Don't sit down next to me if you don't want me holding your hand or curling up against you. Jenna, I'm so glad you're the same way!
--'Hillary' is spelt with two Ls, not one. Who are these people that think they can get away with improper spellings of names?
--I always really want to dance at Mosaic and I'm still waiting on the day when I see someone else get up and get to it.
--TOMS are the greatest shoe and one of the greatest companies ever invented. I have seven or eight pairs and I just cannot get enough of those babies.
--I live in a darling yellow house with a contraband kitty who is forever having acid flashbacks and four housemate//babes who are forever making me laugh. I just love the whole package.


[To be continued.]

Pardon me while I curl up into the fetal position and wonder what it is about a college education that builds character.