Monday, July 28, 2003

I keep having dreams that are Japan related.

I'm either speaking Japanese or hanging out with Japanese or in Japan doing all of the above. Last night I was in Thailand feeling guilty speaking Japanese to a few Japanese girls because I felt like they needed to practice their English.

Sure, I'd like to go back to Japan someday but I'm not obsessed with the idea...am I?


(dreams, dreams, dreams)

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Today I went into the library and emptied about 3 or 4 hole punchers into a small plastic bag. The ladies at General Reference were only too happy to help and seemed to appreciate the unusual deviance from the humdrum of library life. The three "kids" behind the Music Reference desk however not only greeted me with smug remarks but wouldn't let me leave until I explained why I needed their holes. Afterward, one girl just asked why I didn't just take paper and make a ton of my own holes. I thought about it later and came to the conclusion that just going from floor to floor of the library was much, much more fun.

Friday, July 18, 2003

I don't know what my upstairs neighbor's are up to but whatever it is their timing stinks.

TUES 1:00 AM - I lie in bed awake as a rhythmic floor board creak and occasional bang let me know that it's weight lifting time.

FRI 11:30AM - After working a graveyard shift I awake to the sounds of some ambiguous hard music and jumping jacks and/or pushups and/or jump rope...the phone rings.

SUN 12:45 PM - RAP music filters out from the open sliding door of the apartment above onto my Sunday ears as I hurry to church...

24/7 - heavyset footsteps are heard traveling from one half of the apartment to the other, door slams, stairwell shudders...I catch a brief glimpse of the perpetrator through the window as he shuffles down the remaining stairs.

Okay, okay, I guess that everyone enjoys problems like these from time to time. I should be more forgiving because I am probably just as bad. And I suppose I should count my blessings because the band moved out three months ago.

Monday, July 14, 2003

Chorus from Calling You

I will keep calling you to see
If you're sleeping or you're dreaming
If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me?
I can't believe you actually picked me...

All lyrics by Blue October, 2003

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

Here’s how to find your closest skin type.
Type one: You burn easily, never tan, are red headed and have freckles, especially common among those of Irish, Scottish or Welsh descent.
Type two: You burn easily, but you get a minimal tan. You have fair skin and hair and blue eyes.
Type three: You sometimes burn, but can get a light brown tan. You’re dark-haired and Caucasian or Asian.
Type four: You minimally burn and usually tan to a moderate brown; more prevalent among Caucasians of Mediterranean descent or light-skinned people of African, Asian, Hispanic, Indian or Middle Eastern ancestry.
Type five: You rarely burn (lucky you!) and tan well. You are of Middle Eastern, Asian, Hispanic, Indian or African descent.
Type six: Your skin never burns and you’re sun insensitive. You are probably of African descent with deep skin pigmentation.

I found this online and was very excited to see that I am a type 2 and "most prone to photo aging (and should use sunscreen every day in all weather and seasons). "

What type are you?

Monday, July 07, 2003

It's hard to come back to the rut of everyday life after a great vacation.
After a handful of life-changing experiences, one is prone to feel like they don't quite belong here anymore.

After experiencing the following you'd probably feel the same way...

1.) Three full days at the beach (body boarding, live bands, in-line skating, volleyball, frisbee, fireworks, and sunburn)
2.) All-you-can-eat SUSHI
3.) Two nights sleeping in the same room as a snoring married couple, two other grown boys, and a very vocal one-year old whose legal name is "Champ."
4.) 1500 miles in a Ford Focus.
5.) One night spent in the car in the high desert next to I-15 expecting to be awoken by an axe-murderer for breakfast. (?)
6.) An engagement to be married on my 30th birthday.
My life will never be the same...

Tuesday, July 01, 2003