Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hello World

I've been in a slump.

My blogging abilities = suckage
(Sorry mom for the vulgarity)

I've had a lot "grouchiness" and "rants" as of late. These are internet words applied to blog posts that allow me to talk about things that drive me crazy without being annoying* or egotistical. Everyone rants these days. It's normal apparently.

And I haven't been reading much so I'm grasping at straws for weekend words. (This week I'll feature an angst-y excerpt from a teenage author. Awesome.)

But I used to have a lot of funny anecdotes to tell. Mood-wise, February always puts me in a slump. I love snow. Adore it. But there has been approximately .3 inches this entire winter, which is not worth the Vitamin D withdrawals.

So in an effort to break from crabbiness, a few humorous thoughts/events of the past little while. Separately none of them were long enough to blog about, but a combination isn't so bad.

1. Red pants are apparently the most susceptible for plumber's syndrome. I've noticed this with mine - and would like to formally apologize to anyone in this world who's been scarred. But the girl behind me in the library suffered from this too. And her white lacy thong did nothing to cover the rather large gap between a short shirt and lowwww pants. I think my granny panties probably do a better job.

2. Underwear updates on the blog. Impressive.

3. Texting this boy. (He's on a social media fast, meaning I can spread all sorts of rumors*** about him and he won't know till Easter) Usually we end up making each other snort in the library, my favorite way to impress strangers. For example:

Ryan: Guess who's sitting across from me in the computer?
Me: D. Sepia** (a boy I kind of dated and then broke up with.)
Ryan: How'd you know?
Me: I know everything. Blow him a kiss for me.
Ryan: No, I will not do that. I'll just rub his leg from under the table, then whisper, "from Sierra..."
Me: I'm blogging about this

4. Mocking tacky bridal shots and annoying love photo albums on the book of faces with this girl. And then naming my own prospective love albums. Working titles: Love's Blessings. My Favorite Fairytale. Southern Lovers.

5. Realizing that the little link icon is actually a world. I think. From here it looks like angry eyes on a frog.

6. My boss telling me it's painful to use the bathroom because she worked out her legs and consequently can't squat.

That last one was too much

7. Writing research questions about racial profiling while the tough looking foreign man next to me played classical music loud enough to be heard from his headphones.

8. The music was the really weepy violin type. And I was taking a final.

Peace and Blessings.

*ok so maybe still a little annoying. and egotistical
** Not his real name - to protect the innocent. But I'm sure you can figure it out.
*** did you know he has a dead body in his backyard?

Friday, February 24, 2012

Weekend Words

All this time,
The Sun never says
To the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens
With a love like that
It lights the


Monday, February 13, 2012

Wuv. Sweet Wuv. Bring on Those Controversial Pink Hearts

Happy Valentines Day.

I'm sure everyone with a blog will be talking about this day. I'm envisioning a range from:
super anti - Valentines Day is overcommercialized, a way to turn love into business, a low point of society, a sign of a doomed humanity etc..
to: "Singles Awareness Day" - read: I'm all alone and super self conscious about it but I'm going to turn it into a joke so no one knows that I'm secretly dreading being alone for the rest of my life.
to: YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! love Love LOVE!!!

Personally I'm kind of apathetic about this holiday. I guess if I were a very interesting person I'd
take a strong stance on either extreme and defend my opinion to death. At the very least my crazy ideas would get some attention. However, I'm not feeling very Rush Limbaugh-ish today and really, I fall somewhere in the middle (.. the average perhaps? Puns = yessssss). I don't know if it deserves all the hoo ha it gets because, like so many things in life, there's some pros some cons, but here's my theory: it is what you make it. And here's what I make of it: it's all good. Single? In love? t'ss alllllll goooooooooood.

But because I love being unoriginal and run-of-the-mill here's a brief Valentines post...

In honor of this special SPECIAL occasion, (here's to hoping dripping sarcasm translates via blogger) I'd like to post my favorite quote about marriage from mama c-roll. Hi ma, don't be offended, I like this idea.

"When it's 2 am, you haven't showered in three days, and the baby is screaming - you don't care how good he looks in those jeans - you just want him to clean the dang puke up."*

Aw love.To think I sometimes wonder why my view of marriage is not glossed, embossed, and glittered. I've grown up knowing it's hard work, and it probably sucks sometimes. But I'm still hoping that someday I'll find out it's worth it. Cause you've made it this far Mama C-Roll and Papa Jim. (25 years in June) So you must like each other a little bit.


*Recent correction from my mother. "Actually I would have said, clean up the dang puke." Thanks ma, for keeping me grammatically correct.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Not Ok

I've heard a lot of buzz about Josh Powell lately. And honestly the response I've heard in some of the comments really tick me off.

Yes, that lives were ended in a such a violent way is awful. But the response has been kind of awful too. Responses like this:

"Glad I won't be seeing Josh Powell in heaven... what an awful person."

I am not ok with this philosophy. This self righteous attitude seems immature and primitive to me. When I said that lives ending so violently was awful, I was counting his life too. We don't get to decide who goes to heaven or not. Sorry, but you can't just pick people out of the crowd or even the public eye and say, "Sorry, I've seen your actions, you aren't righteous, you messed up, go to hell." His actions are strictly between him and the Lord. Worry about your own actions, stop the comparison. Let me quote this, because scripture counts for a lot more than my words do.

Doctrine and Covenants 64:9-11
Wherefore, I say unto you, that ye ought forgive one another; for he that forgiveth not his brother his trespasses standeth condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in Him the greater sin. I, the Lord will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men. And ye ought to say in your hearts - let God judge between me and thee, and reward thee according to thy deeds.

Get it? Yes. Each person will be accountable for his/her actions, whether in this life or the next. Powell will be held accountable and pay to the degree that his Heavenly Father and Savior see fit. I can't say where he'll end up, no one can. It's not up to us. "I seriously do not think God goes around damning people to hell" (Leslie Burke - Bridge to Terabithia)

I consider Him my Savior for a reason. He saves.

I by no means want to belittle the tragedy of this. Innocent lives were taken, lives that could have been anything. I just think we need to be aware of how we react to awful situations, because that is where we can grow stronger, rather than creating more hate.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Friday Quote

It's become a tradition now.

I read a lot. Novels, short stories, kid books, plays, magazines, blogs, anything and everything really. I love it when I find words that fit my feelings and thoughts perfectly. That explain me. In fact, here's a quote about it.

-You know how, once in a while, you read something and not only do you want to share it on Facebook, you want to staple it to your forehead and hand out copies to everyone you meet, thrusting it into their hands, saying, “This. THIS.” ? You know that feeling? (

So when I have passages running through my head for days on end, Friday Quotes (prizes to anyone who can come up with a more clever title. Carol?) will be my solution.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say any commonplace thing but burn burn burn, like fabulous Roman Candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop, and everybody goes, 'awwww!'" (Jack Kerouac)

This. THIS.
Thank you Sarah B. for having this up when I facebook "research" you. And for being such a cool individual all around.

And one more. Because I really love Fahrenheit 451

"Now, let's get on upstream, and hold on to one thought: you're not important. You're not anything. Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing you can say, we're remembering. That's when we'll win in the long run. And some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up. Come on now, we're going to go build a mirror factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them." (Ray Bradbury)

Is it possible to burn burn burn and still be nothing; to remember everyone else while taking a long look in the mirror? I think so. I hope so.