It . . . is a Thing

Ever work on a “thing” that you felt was the bane of your existence? The thought of the It slays you? Maybe It is a project, or a person, or a task, or a situation? Whatever It is, I’m glad if you can relate (for my sanity, not for your inconvenience). There may be nothing more annoying than some thing you thought was gone that has managed to wake Itself up and crawl back into your life. It lurks in the corner waiting for you to walk by so he can jump out and scare the living Bejesus out of you. It is crafty and powerful enough to hold you down and suck the life right out of your mouth (like a cat). I’m supposed to be grateful for It, or so I think, but I can’t be anything beyond peeved!

I Wrote About YOU

I'm fairly certain that no one reads this. Sure, I might average about 8 views a blog, but that's just a view, not a read. And that's just MySpace, no one dare travel into the realm of my Blogosphere!

I can visualize how this happens: The reader (whom I will call You), opens up the blog, skims through to see the length. Short=read; long=skim through for Your name, a silly link, a picture/video, a punchline, or just the word of the day. It's okay, I'm a blog reader, I can relate! Sometimes there just isn't enough time in the day to read blogs, You have to be choosy! [Christine, Grace, Eva]

So with that said, I'm going to trick You into reading this by randomly placing images, videos, or Your name in this blog (click on links titled "You", maybe You show up?!). I find that what I have to say is meaningful to me, and I want it to be meaningful to You as well! [Papa Skweak, Becky, Skweak, Mike, Badger]

Have You ever met some one that is all wrapped up in something You don't understand or that perhaps You think is too radical? Maybe she's just too wrapped up in anything for You? Perhaps You are thinking this about me and my blogs? Or sheep? [Elvis, Kim, Emily, Amanda, Shane]

That's okay, it's understandable. We all go through life with this social understanding of things. Depending on the society in which we learned, these behaviours may vary widely.

Well now to my point.

Stop caring what other people might think. If You believe in something, stand up for it. Don't wait for some one else to stand up for it, that may never happen friend! [Jami]

I care about the waste that we as humans produce (as Americans, "land of plenty" mentality, we are huge wasters, for this I am ashamed of US). Tomorrow is Earth Day and I challenge You, I challenge EVERYONE to reduce waste. Try to not throw anything away. Try to reuse everything that can be reused. Try to buy products with less packaging. Try to recycle anything that can be recycled (and in fact try to have nothing that needs to be recycled). Try composting! Just TRY! Please! Trying makes up so much of what we should accomplish in this world. Trying is usually what we give up on. Please just try! [Drew]

I know You will do the right thing! [Holly]


Word of the day (thanks for scrolling here!):
porn storm: Surfing for porn and getting bombarded with pop-up windows.

Dreams

Last night . . . shingles/chicken pox dream; happened at an overnight stay at some hotel and had something to do with people taking the PE exam. We all had shingles or chicken pox. It ended with me driving and parking at a meter that was a no parking meter. Everyone was watching me, I felt foolish. I saw a lot of people in my dream I knew from grade school (Kim Conaway, Marla Hall, etc.) but they were all grown up. I was also at some point in this dream at the grocery store buying vegetables.

Other night . . . . Past World/Future World. A dream that while watching as a movie in the past, I saw all these people with back packs that had oxygen and IV's (clothing was bought to match backpacks). Everyone had them. Basically we as a society determined that we could over come everything by using all sorts of vaccines (IV's purpose). In future world I was part of the world rather than just watching it. In this world (there was a lot of red clothing (uniforms?)) I was there to tell them the US had gathered all of these people (who had 'cured' themselves with the aforementioned backpack IV viruses) that they really weren't healthy because the viruses formed new strains that were immune to the vaccines. The US after gathering them on an island was going to bomb the whole island. The planes were large floating things, capable of landing in water, but really more like planes. The island floated (this is a dream after all). The planes were going to land on water with these floaty things and drop the bomb in the water which would then come up and hit the island from the underside.

Various recurring dreams . . . . Zombie Dream 1(KFC) This dream consists of zombies going through the drive through to pick out people to eat. The people they get to pick from are inside (like the dining area) and the zombies drive around and decide. The people are frothy.

Zombie Dream 2(Hardees and or Burger King (varies). Same as zombie dream one only the location changes.