A Wicked and Wild Wind

Oh shoot people. This just got real. I just remembered that I wanted to tell you all about how weird I am. It's pretty much OCD I guess, though it kinda bugs me when people call it that. Especially when it's not technically diagnosed, cause there are people out there who have serious compulsive/obsessive issues. Mine are definitely strange, but not all that horrible.

Even numbers. I just like even numbers a lot more than odd numbers. Like the volume on the tv or radio. It has to be even. I don't understand why you would ever leave it at 19. Really? just turn it up to 20.

I regularly count my steps in fours. Not only that, I have to make sure my feet are stepping on different surfaces evenly. If my right foot takes one step on grass, and left foot on pavement, they have to switch roles to even things out. Same thing with like different colored tiles and such.

Pretty much everything has to be even. I have to chew food or gum on the left and right sides of my mouth the same amount of times. If I cross my right leg, I have to cross my left thing to even things out. Otherwise, it really starts to get to me. I also count the number of manhole covers I drive over in my car (with either the left or right side). Also, I randomly memorize people's license plate numbers.

I'm sure there are a few more things too, but those are the main ones.

Once again, it has been over a month since my last post. I think about posting a lot, but sometimes I just want to come home and re-live my childhood through watching old episodes of Dragon Ball Z.
But really, I enjoy blogging, though I don't think I'm a blogger by nature. Maybe one of these days I'll be brave and do one of these blog-o-thons where I blog everyday for a month. But today is not that day.

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Tiptoe Higher

Alas, I have neglected my blog for another month now. What else can I do? Fabricate it to make it look like I've been posting all along? Meh... Too much work. I've had a few good friends of mine start blogs since I last posted, so that's been fun to see. It makes me feel cool when I see more blogs popping up.

 

Before we get started here, I wanted to get some blog business out of the way. I've noticed that a few people have been commenting on these posts, which really makes me happy. Two of these great people happen to be pregnant. So I'm going to go ahead and stamp this blog as pregnant-lady-approved.

 

Tell everyone.

 

 

Mmm... the NBA is back on tonight. It's about time. I'm always glad when the baseball season is over. Maybe that's another reason I like fall so much.

 

I have another thing that I want to gripe about - cell phones. A few of you who know me well probably know how bad I am at replying to texts or other messages. It isn't anything you should take personally. I'll usually read the text when it comes in, and tell myself I'll reply when I get the time. It might be two days later, but I normally get back to you.

 

Sometimes, I simply get tired of my phone. I know many of you might be thinking, "hey I get pretty tired of mine too". But when I say I get tired of it, it's me leaving it in my room and paying it no mind for 3 or 4 days. For those of you who have addictions to your phone, let me tell you, that it is one of the most liberating feelings. It's nice to just have some peace and quiet and not worry about it nagging at me all the time. I guess that sounds a bit selfish, now that I'm putting it in words.

 

I have to chuckle to myself when I think that maybe it's a generational thing. Because I am just old enough to be voting in my first election next week. But I figure that because I'm no longer allowed to say "when I grow up", I'm permitted to use the phrase "when I was a kid". So I believe that's a big part of it, kids these days are relying too much on these phones and other means of wireless communications. It's really changing the way we relate to other people.

 

For instance, when I'm replying to someone through text, I can take the time to think about the perfect, witty response, proposing that I am more clever than I really am. As opposed to talking with them face to face, or on the phone where I am more honest and vulnerable in my reply. I feel like all this digital communication can create false and counterfeit images of one another. Don't get me wrong though, I do see the benefits of a cell phone for safety and emergency purposes. I'm also pretty invested into the new technologies and gadgetry, so they aren't all that bad.

 

However, I very much like the idea of not owning a cell phone. I guess that's all it will ever be for me - an idea. It's a necessary evil for a young and single person like myself. I can just imagine the reaction of my new potential romantic interest as I'm introducing myself to her, and I say "I don't have a cell phone, I don't believe in them." Who would want to date that guy? I've only run into a few people who refuse to use a cell phone, and I envy them.

 

Maybe when I grow up...

For those who are wondering, a majority of the titles of my posts will be lyrics from songs. sometimes they will be related to the content of the particular post. Other times they won't.
If you're really awesome, you would be able to guess what song it comes from.

Today's title was brought to you by this piece of music.
I discovered Imagine Dragons back in March of 2011, before they made it big. I realize that may have been the most hipster thing I've said, but it's true. If you haven't heard them yet, they are definitely worth a listen.

 

 



It's like I have ESPN or something...

Wow. I am tired my friends. Mondays are always busy at my place of employment. I am particularly worn out today; struggling to keep my eyes open and it's not even 10. That's okay though, I guess I can't really complain about that.

Does anyone else feel a little up tight from the BYU-Utah game Saturday? I sure do. And all these posts on the Facebook about the game aren't really helping.  No, it's not because I'm a mourning BYU fan, or even a celebrating Utah fan.. I can hardly call myself a fan of either school, I have no blood in the battle. I was born in Logan, and attended Utah State for a year. I've been asking why I let myself get so caught up in the mix. Not just about this game/sport in particular, but about sports in general. 

There have been a couple general authorities mentioning sports and their fans in some of their talks. (one from Pres. Uchtdorf, and more recently from Elder Holland) It really puts things in perspective for me. I like sports as much as the next guy, and am probably more conversant than most of the people I associate with. But is it really that big of a deal? There are always going to be records broken, and every team will have it's ups and down. Only the faces and names change. I'll tell myself that I need to allocate my time differently, and find more useful things to take part in. But what do I do the moment I walk in the door? Flip the TV on to ESPN. Maybe someday I'll move on to something else.

Ironically, a mug shot of Shaun White, the snowboarder just popped up on tv. Guess he was arrested for vandalism and public intoxication. Huh. Interesting.

Speaking of walking in the door - on my way from my car to the house (for some reason, I ran to the porch) a bug flew in my mouth and I nearly swallowed it. Got my heart racing and skin crawling. Bleh.

Again, while on the topic of walking in the door - I lied. ESPN is probably the second thing I do when I get home. I think most of us really just go to the kitchen and open the fridge. We might just stand there with both the doors open for a minute or two. I've even caught myself opening the fridge at other people's homes, not necessarily looking for food, but just because it's habit. I dunno, maybe I become more comfortable when I know what is in the fridge of my current host.

Treasure maps, falling trees

I've finally come around to getting another post up.

My bad.

It's ironic how life works sometimes. Actually, life is ironic all the time. I mentioned that I was starting a blog to help break up the monotony in my life, and the very next week I got a promotion at work. I no longer work on an assembly line, but in the warehouse. Better pay, better hours, the work isn't nearly as repetitive, and most importantly - I enjoy working with these people. So that's where I've been at the past 7 months of my life.

During this drought of blog posts, I haven't completely neglected it. I've been typing notes and drafts into my phone; they simply never made it on here. Hopefully I can be more dedicated now.

I'm not going to bore you with what has happened over the past while. Not because it's not interesting, mostly because there really wasn't anything there. And the few things that did happen I'm just not sure how I want to present. Maybe I'm still learning some life lessons.
But it was mostly filled with work. Work. Work. Work.

I'm currently in my second reading of the Jason Bourne trilogy by Robert Ludlum. I read the three of them last November-ish, and started reading them again after I saw the new Bourne movie in August. The movies are great, but as always, the books are way better. The two don't really share any commonalities in regards to the plot. Really though, most movies take their basic script from the book, but not these ones. Totally different. Mr. Ludlum wrote the first three (Identity, Supremacy, Ultimatum) and passed away. Another guy now "co-authors" the series, adding like 7 more books or something. I only read the first of those (book 4) and it wasn't nearly as good. So I stopped, and would just recommend the first three.

Oh hey, I also had a crazy dream last night. I don't remember a lot about specifics or exact details. But my family had moved into a new house in West Valley, and it was huge. It had tons of rooms, including like 3 kitchens. My dad had gotten some sort of new job, and this house was one of the perks. I was walking through the kitchen in the basement and there was like a secret path behind the oven. It went down this eerie tunnel and exited into a Best Buy store. I shouted to my brother "Dude! We have a Best Buy in our basement!!!" It was great. The store was really quiet though. There were a few employees walking around and no customers whatsoever. Strange yeah?

In completely unrelated news - I am really digging this cooler weather. I don't know that I have a favorite season, but Fall definitely has my favorite weather.

Here's a song I've been putting on replay lately. A lot.

I hadn't seen the video till now, and it just happens to feature Ronald Weasley playing with legos. Score.

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Overthinking

Lately I've been thinking about thinking.

Think about it.

How cool is it that our brains have the capacity to do that? My current job is very tedious and monotonous, and therefore doesn't require much of my brainpower and attention. I feel pretty lucky to have it that way. It gives me a lot of time to plan things and analyze where I am at at this stage in my life. Most of the time, I'll listen to talk radio, or audiobooks, but sometimes it's nice to just sit there and think. I'd imagine that this is the time where I will come up with most of my blogging topics.

Sure, someday I'll find a career where I earn money with my mind, and not my hands, but right now, I'm trying to enjoy where I'm at.

A friend of mine occasionally posts dream blogs, and I think that is an idea I would like to steal. In fact, I could probably have an entirely different blog dedicated solely to my outrageous dreams.

Last night, I dreamed that I was at work, and I had told all the ladies to wear their wedding dresses. They did, indeed, show up in their wedding attire, and came to show me. It was set up in the style of America's Next Top Model, and they would come show me their dresses, one lady at a time while I sat at the judges table and critiqued them. They all had an abnormal amount of sequins, diamonds, and embroidered red roses on them. I proceeded to tell them how ugly their dresses were, saying "what on earth was your designer thinking?!?". I was also getting very upset with the ladies who had never been married, because they too were wearing dresses.

Dream moods dictionary:

Wedding Dress

To wear a wedding dress in your dream indicates that you are evaluating and assessing your personal relationship. If you or someone is wearing a wedding dress in an inappropriate situation, then it suggests that you are feeling inferior or unworthy.

Bloggy McBloggerton

I've finally come around to creating my own blog. I have been considering doing so for quite some time now. I follow some of my friends blogs, and they have been fascinating to me. The way they are with words; they can be so raw, yet so ambiguous at the same time. I haven't ever written for fun, it's always been to prove something, or to earn a grade. I've never really written for an audience before either, because I imagined that as being somehow conceited. I don't see it that way anymore, though I am interested to see what path this takes. It's new territory for me. I guess this blogging thing will become easier as I go. We'll work on that. For now, it's something that I need to do to break up the monotony of my daily life, and I hope that somehow, I can do the same for you. Feedback and comments would be greatly appreciated.

You know what I think the best part of having a blog will be?

It's mine. My own space to work with. To say what's on my mind.

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