Things That Irk Me, Part I.

1. When people "subtly" work in their accomplishments and victories into the conversation in a boastful manner.

2. When people put others in awkward positions, just to amuse themselves.

3. When you make eye contact with a stranger, and they just look at you without any hint of a smile, instead of just looking away. Is that even necessary? Just look away!

4. Kiosk people at the mall who will stop at nothing to get you to try their hand cream. Or hair straightener. Or butt beads.

5. Driving away while realizing that you've left your wallet at home when you went out specifically to go buy things at Michael's.

6. Wanting to do something all week, but feeling too lazy during the weekend to actually do it.

7. When thin girls say they're fat to gain compliments & reassurance. Keep it real.

8. When people use that extra room in the right lane to drive ahead and cut in front of you on the freeway in heavy traffic.

9. Being blinded by the thick fog while trying to make it home safely going 7MPH, all the while regretting your decision to go out that night.

10. When people do things to deserve criticism, yet cannot accept it nor understand its origin.

11. Weird vibes from an acquaintance. Because it's not like you can just ignore them when you see them.

12. When a show you absolutely love is on hiatus and is in danger of being cancelled.

13. Feeling uncertain if you're supposed to hug someone you'd just met.

14. Not keeping up with blogging! :\

Fog

Sometimes things happen for very simple reasons that don't need to be meticulously dissected and analyzed. So why are people proned to always search for hidden messages and meanings, instead of just accepting things on face value and move on?

Eventful Weekend

Yup. It was.
Sean and Darwin both had birthdays, 23rd and 22nd respectively.
And Kathy had her baby shower. It got me really excited for the future. I want all my friends to start getting married and popping out babies and such. I've never been to a wedding for someone I actually knew. I'd really only attended one wedding in my entire life, and it was for someone who went to the same church as me but didn't know personally. I wonder who's going to get married first!!
I guess this weekend was all about the celebration of life! And friendship. And delicious garlic mashed potatoes :)

Oh, I signed up for Twitter. I initially thought it was just another social networking site, but I realized that it's a tool for us to blurt things out that we wouldn't normally make an effort to announce because of the lack of significance, perhaps. I have a lot of moments when I want to blurt things out, so this should be great for me haha
It's pretty fun. And it's something to do at work!


Cheers.

Good Grief

Fact: Charlie Brown has never kicked the football.

I wonder, if Charlie Brown had eventually succeeded in kicking the football, would all of his failed attempts be just as significant? I can't decide if he was naive to keep trying when he was set up to fail, or if he represented an unwavering force of determination. Or maybe Lucy van Pelt was just a little bitch.

More Drivel

I've been doing much contemplating on what truly matters in my life. It's really difficult, because all of my long-term hopes and dreams collide with my current state of mind and being. For instance, while I'm dying to reward myself with certain materialistic things, I know my priority should be to save save save. There are certain goals I need to fulfill for myself, and not just for vanity-related reasons. I need a new car. My current car is fine, but I feel that I need an improvement in order to take myself more seriously. I also need extra money set aside so that I can travel. One step at a time. Maybe it will just be a few train rides here and there at first, but I will make my way to the Apple. I've always had the fantasy of going alone without telling anybody, and not coming back. But let's be real, the chance of me actually doing that is slim to none. It's like the scene in "You've Got Mail" where Frank and Kathleen have amicably broken up, and Frank asks Kathleen if there's "someone else". She replies, "No...But there's the dream of someone else." It's both uplifting and disparaging having this dream that won't fade away. It's easy to hop on a plane, but I want to make a life there, and that isn't exactly a walk in the park. Sometimes I feel really dumb about it, since (it seems that) everything I need is here, but there's a longing that's constantly pulsating inside. It doesn't help that I feel completely lost right now. I'm just really scared that I'll get trapped into a routine, a rut, and end up resenting myself in the future. Because that would suck balls.