Monday, September 29, 2008

Slow, agonizing, lonely death

Ok, so that title may be misleadingly depressing. Let it be known that psychologically, there is nothing currently wrong with me.

Now to my point. I'm supposed to be curling right now. But I'm dying. I should probably be sleeping, but it doesn't work out so well when I have to get up every fifteen minutes.

And to compound it, I don't have anyone to coddle me at the moment. Catherine had to make a trip home to take care of some things. And she's taking for freaking ever. *sigh* Oh well.

Being sick sucks. Being sick and unable to curl REALLY sucks.

Also, as I type this, CSI: Miami just came on. David Caruso is distracting...everything he says is so effing dramatic. And he looks like a ferret.

That is all.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Should I feel better or worse?

Sometimes I witness behaviors that really make me feel better about myself. Like our president.

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And this guy.

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See, I look at them and feel smart. I don't read children's books upside-down and I don't own a spiderman banana-hammock. However, there are certain limits as to when stupid people make me feel better. Case in point:

While some stupidity is refreshing, other stupidity (like this woman) makes me weep for the future. I marvel at the state of humanity and can't help but think that Darwin = FAIL. These people, along with the clients I work with, are why I will advocate licensed breeding when it becomes an issue in the near future. Don't think it won't. Sure it sounds like a bad sci-fi movie, but think about it. The gov't is already controlling (or trying to control) several aspects of our lives (in some cases I feel this is warranted; others, well...just let us be). It's only a matter of time until they start trying to control who should be allowed to reproduce. And I will vote YES on that. There should be a test. There needs to be a gen-ed portion, a verbal Q&A portion, and a PARENTING SKILLS portion. All parents-to-be should have to have previous experience with at least 5 babies not belonging to them prior to becoming licensed. Like, a lot. This will help reduce the amount of "surprise" and subsequent stress on the parents as they will actually realize that ANYTHING can happen.

Now, I an fully confident that all the people with whom I associate will be/are wonderful parents. Many of my friends are having babies and this is not a rant at them. This is a rant at those who allow their children to smoke pot in the basement; those who don't equip their children with necessary decision-making skills; those who just don't give a damn.

I've seen it where I work and I've heard about it where Catherine works. And frankly, it pisses me off.

When I started this, I really didn't expect to get so angry by the end...seriously, I just realized I was clenching my jaw while typing. It hurts now. Anyway, that's not the direction I meant to go in I meant to end with this...

...but then I realize that in my own little world, I'm ok
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natalie dee

That is all.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Gratuitous Boingo (hey, that sounds dirty, fella...)

This whole past week has been wonky. You know how Vh1 has that show "Best Week Ever"? Well, my week was kind of like that, but opposite. Well, maybe not quite. I don't think I'd classify it as the worst week ever...

I won't recap. All the blogs are still right below this one. But I'll skip to today's (Friday...yeah, I know it's not anymore but it still is to me) events.

I got off work and hung around a bit to try and talk to James. When he still wasn't there at a quarter after 8 I said screw it and went home. Or rather, Catherine's house... I cuddled up next to her for a couple hours before she had to go to her internship. I set an alarm to make sure I'd wake up to my 12:30 class. I woke up later at almost 2 and couldn't find my phone (aka, alarm). Great. So I missed the class I'm struggling most in. Oh well. I found my phone almost 2 hours later on the other side of the room, in the closet (?) turned off... Confusion ensued. As of yet, I still can't remember how the eff it got there.

Then Catherine and I went to Salt Lake so she could see her dress lady and make sure that was all on track. I visited with my little sisters while she was doing that and talked over last night's events with them. I was glad to find out I'm not the only one being bothered. I mean, the nature of the issue would naturally bother them too, but we were all so young at the time (Sica was only 4) that I wasn't sure if they remembered anything bothersome. Turns out Sica had a bad dream about it that same night and took great comfort in my destroying of the radio. (By the way: If any of this is going over your head, that's ok. Just childhood trauma being worked out...) Liz told me she has bad dreams sometimes too. I rarely dream, and never about that. But I do have one horrible memory that ceaselessly haunts me. Anyway, the point of this part was that I know my sisters are in the same boat as me and that makes me feel better.

When Catherine and I got back to her place we cuddled a bit. She could tell I was a bit upset so she helped make me feel a little better. (Don't worry...we behaved). Then we talked a little more Then I came to work.

Now I'm here. And typing this.

Here's a video for your enjoyment.

One of the best songs ever...

That is all.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Ok...just because I just listened to it...

"Brand New Day"
From: Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog


This appeared as a moral dilemma
Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
It's true I was vague on the how
So how can it be that you
Have shown me the light?

It's a brand new day
And the sun is high
All the birds are singing
That you're gonna die
How I hesitated
Now I wonder why
It's a brand new day

All the times that you beat me unconscious
I forgive, all the crimes incomplete, listen honestly
I'll live Mr. Cool, Mr. Right, Mr. Know-it-all is through
Now the future's so bright and I owe it all to you
Who showed me the light

It's a brand new me
I've got no remorse
Now the water's rising
But I know the course
I'm gonna shock the world
Gonna show Bad Horse
It's a brand new day

And Penny will see the evil me
Not a joke, not a dork, not a failure
And she may cry but her tears will dry
When I hand her the keys to a shiny new Australia

It's a brand new day
Yeah the sun is high
All the angels sing
Because you're gonna die
Go ahead and laugh
Yeah, I'm a funny guy
Tell everyone goodbye
It's a brand new day...

...and the work week begins again...

(this is my periodic rant issue...)

For those that don't know (and I'm sure you all do...I work with most, if not all, of you who read this), I work Friday-Monday morning grave shifts, midnight to 8. I go to school Monday through Friday. I don't have a day off...ever.

Some weekends I have drill. Those times, I want to punt puppies. I really don't like drill. Everything involves so much ephing paperwork. It's ridiculous.

So whenever I have a little time to relax, I do so. And in doing so, don't get anything done. And when it's time to be done relaxing, I'm still tired.

I don't like school. Specifically, two of my classes. They're over my head and I just don't want to go to them. The rest (curling, german, and creative arts) are ok. I'm still liking them just fine.

I had a crappy night tonight. Exorcised some personal demons, I think. Got issues from 14 years ago off my chest. As much as I hated talking about it, and the lead-up to talking about it, I feel a lot better now. Catherine is wonderful to me.

I'm too tired right now to keep going. Maybe tomorrow's will be cheerier. Probably.

That is all.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Quality vs Quantity.

I often speculate as to the quality of my bloggings. There are some good ones out there. AoS, that's your shout out. However, they aren't really updated all that often. Which leads me to wonder: Are some just more selective about what gets blogg'd? Or is just because of time constraint?

Honestly, I can't really picture someone (particularly the people who I run in circles with) sitting at home, scribbling on sticky-notes saying, "Oh, yeah...that's a good one. I'll have to put that up." or "No, that's stupid...guess there's no blog tonight..."

I figure it's the time constraint one. I mean, I put these up here all the time. But that's because I have all the time. Grave shifts will do that to you. 5.75 to 7.5 hours, 4 nights a week? Yeah, I have to type just to keep my sanity at a manageable level. I mean, web-comics only take so long to check, and I don't like news. Aside from those, I've got myspace and facebook, but again, those take only so long to check up on.

I could read. In fact, I've tried it. I enjoy reading enough, but to do it when I would rather be sleeping is not conducive to remembering it the next day. Just the other night, I had to read the same 8-line paragraph 5 times before I could get through it without nodding off for a second and losing my place. (Thank you Patrick/Mason for not doing a grave check that night).

Ok. This banter bores me. Next.

Bobo made some of these. WWNPHD? wristband thingies. I like them. Neil Patrick Harris is rad. Unfortunately, I've never seen an episode of Doogie Howser M.D. Someday I will.


So yeah. The problem with having so much time to post these things is that eventually one just runs out of things to say. I mean, it's not like anything I've done so far has been terribly relevant, but at least I could make sense of it.

Since I think I'm done for the night, here's Allred playing With Or Without You. It's way better than U2.

That is all.

Sunday, September 14, 2008


I'm feeling much better. Partially thanks to Co-G sending me this video. It made me happy.

But it was mostly due to finally talking to Catherine. There'd been stuff running through my head that I'd been wanting to get out, but felt like I was just being neurotic and insecure. I knew that what was making me worry didn't matter and it was silly for me to be worrying about it. When I finally was able to bring it up though, she was understanding, even if she thought I was being silly. Now all is well. I feel a whole lot better. A lot better than I did yesterday, and a lot better in general because I know that specific worry won't come up anymore. It's one I can do without.

That is all.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Standard Break From Life

I'm happy. When I'm around people, I'm a fairly stable person when it comes to mental health. However, too much time all by myself results in mental unrest. My mind starts wandering and suddenly gets somewhere I don't want it to be. A dark, scary place where hypothetical events occur, thereby upsetting me greatly.

So, usually happy but today greatly upset = Standard Break From Life. This song doesn't really have much to do with anything, but I feel like typing it out while waiting for youtube videos to load. Enjoy!

Standard Break From Life

by Alkaline Trio

I've got a regular problem
So my standard break from life is in order
I'm having trouble making sentences
I'm older, but I don't feel any smarter
You see I don't know what I said to you
And now you're pissed at 'you-know-who'
And I guess I deserve it
Wish I could waste my time without wasting all your time

I try to leave a good impression
But it's hard when my obsession's in a pint glass
And when you're only 23 it's not
Attractive to complain about your sore back
Yes I can bitch until my eyes are blue
And you're in bed with someone new
And I guess you deserve him
Wish I could waste my time without wasting all your time

You say I'm fixable
A classic case, lack of will
I say I don't want to try
I'd rather sit here all night

I've got a motivation problem
So my standard break from life is getting longer
Spent over 30 hours in this bed
In 2 days I guess I could have phoned her
But now that I'm awake I'd rather
Take a drink and walk down to the lake
And beg the sky for lightning bolts
I can't waste my time without wasting all your time

You say it's fixable
A classic case, lack of will
I say I don't want to try
I'd rather sit here all night


That is all.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

This good ol' Web of the World Wide variety...

Y'know, there are websites to inform. There are websites to help those of us with diminished social skills find a mate. And there are websites that you keep under your favorites list, dubiously labeled as "Bible Studies".

And then there's this. Thank you, Buddha.

What's that you say? "Norte, I'm too scared to click the link. Will you post some samples?"

Of course!!!



Middle-aged-guy-who-still-likes-anime-Van (AoS?)




Thank you, for informing me of this gem of a site.

That is all.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Gone Curlin'

So, my curling class with Huff and thePatrick is pretty swell. I mean, I was excited for it just waiting for the first class, but now that we've actually had it, I can't wait to get on the ice and start learning the technique and crap.

Here's the thing. I saw a curling match on TV once...I think it was the Nagano olympics in '98. I thought, 'This is the most ridiculous thing is this an olympic sport?' Then during the '06 games, Patrick and I were roommates. I came downstairs one morning and found him watching curling and had to give him a little crap about it. However, since I had nothing better to do I sat down and watched it with him. After he explained the rules to me I decided it was kinda cool. By the final match between Canada and Finland I was standing on the couch screaming along with the skip (team captain).

And now I'm all about this class. We're probably going to join the Cache Valley Stone Society. That's the curling club here in Logan. 'Cause we're cool like that.

I found this video and actually found myself on the edge of my seat at the very end. It's pretty cool. Let me explain briefly: Curling is divided into Ends. An end is like an inning in baseball. Each team delivers 8 stones. The score for the end is determined after all 16 stones have been delivered. Only one team scores per end. The amount of points scored is based on the number of stones in the Home (the target), starting in the button (center) and moving outward until an opponent's stone is reached. So if your stone is closest to the center, you get the points. One point for every stone closer to the button than your opponent's closest stone. Very rarely does anyone score an 8 Ender...

Yep, I'm a nerd.

Also, I like the word 'Bonspiel'. That's a curling tournament.

That is all.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Oh, dating videos...

Dear thePatrick,

Remember when we'd watch the dating on demand videos so you could find me a wife? Well, this guy needs your help more.

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I could be that guy who goes through and point out all this guys flaws...but it's funny on it's own. So I'll leave you with this:

Find Janice!

That is all.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Effing fetching, friggin' fracker...

Remember how a few days ago I put up a video about Don LaFontaine? If not, scroll down...

Anyway, he died on Tuesday. Remind me not to sing anyone's praises anymore. They just die.

I'm sad. He was a nice guy, apparently. And now movie trailers are going to suck.

Seriously, I don't get upset when celebrities die...but this one actually kinda tears me up a bit.

That is all.