So remember how I felt all materialistically guilty after returning from Peru and got rid of a bunch of stuff? Yeah, well I kinda want it back now.
This may be too much info, but I had like the worst case of PMS over the weekend. You see, when I get PMS, I get PM-effing-S. I seriously thought I was losing my mind on Saturday. I'm pretty sure my family thought I was too because my mom refused to leave me by myself. She seriously sat in my bedroom with me while I laid in bed, stared at my screensaver and cried. It was pretty bad. A funny side note: my mom told me that she used to PMS really bad too and when people would irritate her, she would wish they would get in a car wreck and die. O.k., maybe that's not so funny, but it made me feel better.
I'm back on the exercising kick again.
Have I mentioned how much I love my job? I think I have, but just in case I haven't, I do. Actually, I guess it's not so much my job I love, it's my coworkers. Not that the job is bad, it's cool, but I really like my coworkers and I want to force them to be my friends and hang out with me not at work, but I'm not sure how to manipulate them into doing that. Another reason I like my job: one of the guys I work with has pretty much the sexiest arms I've ever seen. It's not just me who thinks so-my boss and I have discussed it. Now lest you think I've been inappropriate at work, she brought it up first. I just agreed . . . enthusiastically.
I really wish I could sing and not sound like a dying animal. I have all these amazing gifts and talents (muahahahaha!), but that's the one thing (of many) I can't do, and it pisses me off.
Alright, well . . . that's all.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
please tell me you're joking
This guy from one of the singles websites says this on his profile:
before i date, i require a hand written letter which i pray about and go to the temple about which may keep in my church cloths. silly i get impressions and feel that this is the best way to find my help mate.
i need a good fit in my life eather some one who could live in a small place or was well off. and i could sell my place and buy a better place with her, in this area hopefully maybe some where else depends. i am not a great writer so phone calls are better or person i will pray about it and get back you. you pray about it too please.
Oh, and then there was some other guy who sent a little flirt thing, but I don't think we'd be a good match since he lives in Iran and is 4'10".
before i date, i require a hand written letter which i pray about and go to the temple about which may keep in my church cloths. silly i get impressions and feel that this is the best way to find my help mate.
i need a good fit in my life eather some one who could live in a small place or was well off. and i could sell my place and buy a better place with her, in this area hopefully maybe some where else depends. i am not a great writer so phone calls are better or person i will pray about it and get back you. you pray about it too please.
Oh, and then there was some other guy who sent a little flirt thing, but I don't think we'd be a good match since he lives in Iran and is 4'10".
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
hmmm . . .
I'm tempted to start another blog. I want an outlet for addiction woes, church gripes, etc., and I hate talking about it here because I feel like it changes the vibe of the blog. This blog is always just soooooo cheerful you know! Actually, I don't know what exactly the vibe of this blog is, but I don't want to change whatever it is. I don't even know if that makes sense. I guess I just want a place where I can be more open and not worry about offending anyone. I know, it's my blog and I shouldn't worry about offending people, but I do. I censor what I say quite a bit based on who I know reads my blog (ie. my little brother and occasionally my mom). So . . . here's the plan . . . I'm going to create another blog and make it private. It will probably not be G-rated (not that it'll be R or anything), and will focus more on the insanity that is my mind and life instead of my observations of BYU students and hot celebrities. As long as you're not in my immediate family, I would love for you to read it. Even if I don't know you, feel free to ask for "permission" to access it once I set it up (which will be in like five minutes). Hopefully this blog will be more upbeat now.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
introspectiveness
I went to Beth's house last night for a little girls only fun. Good friends, good food and interesting chit-chatting always make for a good time! Things we will never mention again: the Haunted Mansion, jacuzzi jet tubs, and vaginal dryness cream.
I woke up feeling a bit introspective this morning. Hanging out with married and procreating LDS friends always does this to me. Plus I've been hitting up the LDS Singles sites waaaay too much lately. I need to find a real person to go out on a date with. Not that these guys on the websites aren't real people, but they're pretty much whoever they want to be because it's all very anonymous.
I'm afraid that I am getting too settled into my singleness. I'm starting to get the attitude of I don't need someone to support me, I don't need someone to complete me, blah, blah, blah, I'm just fine on my own, thank you very much! But I don't know if I have that attitude because I'm trying to convince myself or because that's how I really feel. I think if I beat myself over the head with it enough times it'll sink in and I won't feel so lonely.
I realize I'm only 27, which is technically still a youngin', but it's really not in the Mormon world. We're commanded and raised to believe that we get married and have kids. That's our job. That's all I have ever wanted; that's all I ever tried to prepare for growing up (well, minus a few drug-hazed years). But I feel like now all of a sudden I have to shift my focus from that to "I'd better make sure I can support myself because you never know what could happen." But I don't want to support myself, I say in a whiney voice. I'm still clinging to the marriage and family ideal, but it's like my fingers are slipping off the life raft. Should I just let go?
Well, this turned out to be a downer post. Sorry about that. Actually, I'm not sorry, because it's my blog and I can say whatever I want! Can I tell you something else that kind of bugs me? Good, 'cause I'm going to. I know plenty of good, single guys, but none of them have ever shown the least bit of interest. These are people who know me, know my family, we're all friends, but I guess I've never been taken seriously as a potential anything. That kind of hurts my feelings just a little bit. I don't think I'm repulsive or anything. So how do I let these guys know that I'm interested without making it all awkward if they aren't? That, my dear readers, is the question.
I woke up feeling a bit introspective this morning. Hanging out with married and procreating LDS friends always does this to me. Plus I've been hitting up the LDS Singles sites waaaay too much lately. I need to find a real person to go out on a date with. Not that these guys on the websites aren't real people, but they're pretty much whoever they want to be because it's all very anonymous.
I'm afraid that I am getting too settled into my singleness. I'm starting to get the attitude of I don't need someone to support me, I don't need someone to complete me, blah, blah, blah, I'm just fine on my own, thank you very much! But I don't know if I have that attitude because I'm trying to convince myself or because that's how I really feel. I think if I beat myself over the head with it enough times it'll sink in and I won't feel so lonely.
I realize I'm only 27, which is technically still a youngin', but it's really not in the Mormon world. We're commanded and raised to believe that we get married and have kids. That's our job. That's all I have ever wanted; that's all I ever tried to prepare for growing up (well, minus a few drug-hazed years). But I feel like now all of a sudden I have to shift my focus from that to "I'd better make sure I can support myself because you never know what could happen." But I don't want to support myself, I say in a whiney voice. I'm still clinging to the marriage and family ideal, but it's like my fingers are slipping off the life raft. Should I just let go?
Well, this turned out to be a downer post. Sorry about that. Actually, I'm not sorry, because it's my blog and I can say whatever I want! Can I tell you something else that kind of bugs me? Good, 'cause I'm going to. I know plenty of good, single guys, but none of them have ever shown the least bit of interest. These are people who know me, know my family, we're all friends, but I guess I've never been taken seriously as a potential anything. That kind of hurts my feelings just a little bit. I don't think I'm repulsive or anything. So how do I let these guys know that I'm interested without making it all awkward if they aren't? That, my dear readers, is the question.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I can't help myself
I just made a kinda rude comment on someone's profile on lds singles. It actually wasn't rude, it was funny, but it may possibly be taken as rude. This is his intro paragraph:
I want to nearly miss a flight in Reno just because it's too hard to say goodbye. I want to taste starbucks on a stroll through times square, ride a train to Queens to bid farewell, or maybe catch a nighcap in the Bronx. I want to drive all night in a rainstorm to the Windy City and make a mad dash to Aunt Lill's. I want to run down the river near the plaza in Kansas City. I want to catch a concert in Columbus. I want to cross the border and add a stamp to my collection. I want to eat turkey with the Cowboys, buy treats at Maverick when most men are buying coffee. I want to eat a fifteen dollar burrito at a white trash park near LA. Make a fire on the beach and walk down the walk of fame. I want to eat Hummus and Broccoli, fudge and carmel apples at the cider mill. I want a piece of cheesecake at the Factory. I want to be able to fall asleep at night.
Now maybe this is from a song or something and I completely missed it, but I had to comment. I ignored the wanting to catch a "nighcap" and several other things, but I HAD to comment on missing a flight in Reno. Basically the comment I left him said "I can understanding wanting to miss a flight because it's too hard to say goodbye, but Reno? Really?" Like who even wants to go to Reno, let alone miss a flight there? I'm thinking that it's comments like these that are the reason why I'm still single.
I want to nearly miss a flight in Reno just because it's too hard to say goodbye. I want to taste starbucks on a stroll through times square, ride a train to Queens to bid farewell, or maybe catch a nighcap in the Bronx. I want to drive all night in a rainstorm to the Windy City and make a mad dash to Aunt Lill's. I want to run down the river near the plaza in Kansas City. I want to catch a concert in Columbus. I want to cross the border and add a stamp to my collection. I want to eat turkey with the Cowboys, buy treats at Maverick when most men are buying coffee. I want to eat a fifteen dollar burrito at a white trash park near LA. Make a fire on the beach and walk down the walk of fame. I want to eat Hummus and Broccoli, fudge and carmel apples at the cider mill. I want a piece of cheesecake at the Factory. I want to be able to fall asleep at night.
Now maybe this is from a song or something and I completely missed it, but I had to comment. I ignored the wanting to catch a "nighcap" and several other things, but I HAD to comment on missing a flight in Reno. Basically the comment I left him said "I can understanding wanting to miss a flight because it's too hard to say goodbye, but Reno? Really?" Like who even wants to go to Reno, let alone miss a flight there? I'm thinking that it's comments like these that are the reason why I'm still single.
new intro
I changed my greeting thing on my dating profile. It used to be all like "oh, I love children, holding hands, long walks on the beach, rainbows, butterflies and kittens." O.k., maybe not really like that, but I did make myself sound more frou-frou-y than I really am. So this is what it says now. Or what it will say once the powers that be approve it:
My last intro didn’t seem to be getting me anywhere, so here’s one that’s a bit more honest.
Want to know all about me? Well, I’m 27 and I’m starting to get lonely. When I was a young (stupid) teenager, I had a list of requirements for a perfect husband but now I’ve realized in my old age (!) that the perfect man doesn’t exist. And since I’m exceedingly unperfect myself, I probably wouldn’t mesh well with the perfect man anyway. So how about this . . . you’re not perfect, I’m not perfect, so let’s be less than stellar together. We can balance each other out. Do you like to eat? Well I like to cook. Do you like to go camping and hiking? Well, I don’t, but because relationships are about give and take, I’ll do it anyway and try not to complain too much. Have you been burned in a relationship before? Yeah, me, too, but I’m willing to try again. Let’s just make sure we’re patient with each other and not let the past dictate the future.
So now I guess the question is, are you going to contact me? What’s stopping you? I won’t take it personally that you might be looking for someone skinnier, prettier, and with bigger lips and/or boobs. But until you find Angelina Jolie (and somehow lure her away from Brad Pitt), how about giving me a chance? I promise not to reject you (unless you’re really old and creepy), I don’t care if there’s plenty of you to love (but you listed yourself as above-average-don’t worry, I did it too), I don’t care if you’re going bald, or if you have kids, or if you don’t have the perfect job making tons of money. What I do care about is that you have a good heart and are willing to take a chance. Oh, and you also have to love (or at least accept) dogs, be willing to kill spiders, and not laugh at me if I cry at stupid stuff like Saturday’s Warrior.
So is it a deal? Are you just itching to push that “send a message” button? Go for it! What do you have to lose?
So there you go. If you have criticisms about what I said, feel free to not share them, as I don't want to hear them. If, however, you would like to say something nice about my greeting, feel free!
My last intro didn’t seem to be getting me anywhere, so here’s one that’s a bit more honest.
Want to know all about me? Well, I’m 27 and I’m starting to get lonely. When I was a young (stupid) teenager, I had a list of requirements for a perfect husband but now I’ve realized in my old age (!) that the perfect man doesn’t exist. And since I’m exceedingly unperfect myself, I probably wouldn’t mesh well with the perfect man anyway. So how about this . . . you’re not perfect, I’m not perfect, so let’s be less than stellar together. We can balance each other out. Do you like to eat? Well I like to cook. Do you like to go camping and hiking? Well, I don’t, but because relationships are about give and take, I’ll do it anyway and try not to complain too much. Have you been burned in a relationship before? Yeah, me, too, but I’m willing to try again. Let’s just make sure we’re patient with each other and not let the past dictate the future.
So now I guess the question is, are you going to contact me? What’s stopping you? I won’t take it personally that you might be looking for someone skinnier, prettier, and with bigger lips and/or boobs. But until you find Angelina Jolie (and somehow lure her away from Brad Pitt), how about giving me a chance? I promise not to reject you (unless you’re really old and creepy), I don’t care if there’s plenty of you to love (but you listed yourself as above-average-don’t worry, I did it too), I don’t care if you’re going bald, or if you have kids, or if you don’t have the perfect job making tons of money. What I do care about is that you have a good heart and are willing to take a chance. Oh, and you also have to love (or at least accept) dogs, be willing to kill spiders, and not laugh at me if I cry at stupid stuff like Saturday’s Warrior.
So is it a deal? Are you just itching to push that “send a message” button? Go for it! What do you have to lose?
So there you go. If you have criticisms about what I said, feel free to not share them, as I don't want to hear them. If, however, you would like to say something nice about my greeting, feel free!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
new recipe
For those of you who use the Reader, would you like me to give you a little heads up each time I change the Recipe o' the Week? Please leave me a comment and let me know. Thanks, you're a peach!
I'm in a bad mood
so I'm going to buy a pair of shoes and perhaps a purse. Retail therapy is the best!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
profile names
Rebecca asked me what some good profile names are, since I complained about the bad ones. There are basically several categories of names (good and bad):
Oh, and one more thing, if you are choosing a photo to put on your profile, please do not use a Glamour Shots photo or your previous engagement photo that your ex-wife has been cut out of, except that half of her head is still in the shot.
- Funny: PICKmePICKme, CaptainHubcap, festivus, superradish, theoldman, StorminNorman
- Descriptive: sportsdoc, lovescameras, boyatheart (from a 60 yr old), acyclist,
- Creepy: nighthunger, spiderbiter
- Your name: Nathan, Seth Richmond, greghobbs
- Cocky*: hotwomenadoreme, smokin', professorofluv, theguyyouwantt,
Oh, and one more thing, if you are choosing a photo to put on your profile, please do not use a Glamour Shots photo or your previous engagement photo that your ex-wife has been cut out of, except that half of her head is still in the shot.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Um . . . k . . . no
For guys out there who do the dating website thing, I feel I should urge you to not use stupid screen names. For example:
- hotwomenadoreme-really? Is that why are you're still single?
- spiderbiter-is it not a well established fact that girls don't like spiders? I can't even go on your profile because I've already got the heebiejeebies thinking about spiders.
- professorofluv-also, when you say you volunteer for the Food Bank, do you really mean you're a client of the food bank?
- algernon-wasn't that story, Flowers for Algernon, about a mentally handicapped person?
- smokin-you smoke or you're smokin' hot? I'm guessing you're referring to the second option, but I'm not sure why.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
additions
Those of you who use Reader won't notice, but I have added a recipe of the week (or however long it takes me to add a new recipe-could be a day, could be a month) feature to the sidebar of my blog. These will all be recipes that I have tried and loved and now expect you to try and love. I also added a National Geographic picture of the day feature. Enjoy!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
muahahahaha!
I am one of those people who laughs at pretty much everything. Even in totally sad or awkward situations, I find humor. I can't help it. Sometimes I laugh out loud, but most of the time I laugh inside my head. But when I do, it isn't just a little chuckle, it's an evil, maniacal laugh. And do you remember forever ago when I blogged about how my fingers type everything I hear/say? Well, they type my laugh too, so all day long, my fingers are typing muahahahaha! I even think and type it when things aren't funny sometimes. It's like I'm the villain in some comic-book movie who laughs when something bad happens. For example, on CNN.com tonight, there was a headline that elicited a muahahahaha:
"Thousands of bees take over 3 homes" Muahahahaha!
Hmmm . . . it sounds kinda lame when I write it down. Whatever. It entertains me, alright! Here's another headline from CNN:
"The smart side of Paris Hilton" Muahahahaha!
"Thousands of bees take over 3 homes" Muahahahaha!
Hmmm . . . it sounds kinda lame when I write it down. Whatever. It entertains me, alright! Here's another headline from CNN:
"The smart side of Paris Hilton" Muahahahaha!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I don't want to study
I can't bring myself to study at the moment, so I've been trying desperately to come up with something to blog about. I'm not having much luck. I thought about telling you about my co-workers, but there isn't much to say. They're nice and fun to be around. Oh, and one of them has a mullet. I could also tell you about the lame assignment I have to do tonight, but I'm bored by it, so you probably would be too. So . . . what to blog about? Here are some random thoughts (you should be used to those by now!).
- The season premier of House is on tonight. I'm pretty psyched.
- I couldn't sleep last night. It felt like I was tossing and turning all night, although when I did manage to sleep, I had weird dreams.
- I really like to make lists. And I really like to use bullet points.
- The Primary Sacrament Meeting Program is in a couple of weeks. I need to find a way to be released from my calling before then so I don't have to go sit up there with the kids. I can't handle them regularly, so the thought of having to control them while they're sitting in front of their parents and the whole ward is frightening. I hated Primary Programs growing up. I think they're stupid and I don't understand the point of them. They should really be stopped.
- Speaking of co-workers (as we weren't really doing, but whatever), I'm semi-crushing on one of them. He's young though. Like newly-returned-from-the-mish-young. Well, newly as in a year ago. Any way you look at it, he's young. How young is too young, though? (Lorri, don't answer this question.)
- There's an Alumni BBQ thing coming up for the people from my rehab. I don't want to go. I don't really want to hang out/catch up with people who know all the nitty-gritty, dirty details of the worst moments of my life. I just think it would be awkward. I mean I wouldn't know what to say to some of these people-"Hey, it's good to see you again. How's the herpes?" or "Wow, I thought you were still in jail!" And I don't even want to think about what people might say to me. I would give examples, but I don't want to go there. :)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Parasite Watch 2008
I am pleased to announce that the parasite seems to be on its way out . . . literally. Ew, TMI! TMI! Sorry about that-I'm just a little excited to start feeling better. :)
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