Miscellaneous

Just a list of random crap, because I was going to post about something serious and it sounded too... emotional. It's not something I feel emotional about right now, but it still sounded depressing. So, random crap it is. Just to make me feel like I'm not letting down all my devoted followers. Ha.

• Sign on the corner of 11th & Lewis (verbatim): 

FOUND:

large catahoula mix

wearing a...

T-SHIRT

• I am asked if I work wherever I happen to be shopping ALL THE TIME. I've never considered myself to have a particularly inviting appearance - especially when I'm shopping - but apparently I'm a beacon of hope for lost souls everywhere. I was wearing gym shorts and smelling laundry detergent at Family Dollar the other day when an old man said, "hey, 'scuse me, but uh, you work here, right?" But the best no-I'm-not-an-employee story I have... At Target, wearing a black hoodie and trying to get a bookshelf into my cart, I was asked by a very polite Indian man where to find "the hand-held machines that vibrate. My wife would really like one for her birthday." He was confused, I was confused and embarrassed, and his teenage daughters were absolutely mortified. I was concerned that the situation would be unbearably awkward if he asked one of the teenagers working there so I helped him. Turns out, she wanted a neck massager. Thank Brahman.
• My unused Continental Airlines miles inexplicably entitle me to two free magazine subscriptions. Of course, none of my options are anything I'd ever pay for, but since it's free... After marking out everything I've never heard of, I'm left with Cosmopolitan, GQ, and The Economist. Five points for anybody who knows beyond a shadow of a doubt which of those I would least enjoy.
• I have a ticket for The National at Cain's Ballroom next Tuesday. Currently my most prized possession. I've listened to nothing else the past few days, and I've fallen even more in love. Music like this tricks me into thinking I can be poetic...and instills within me an intense craving for a glass of whiskey.
• I’m still enjoying (read: stalking) the blog I mentioned awhile back that I stumbled upon by searching “OBU Pride”. I don’t usually feel creepy when I read a stranger’s blog, but there’s something about this guy graduating from my alma mater a few years before me that makes me feel odd about it. And I am thus far undeterred. 
•  I've recently come to terms with the fact that I am a hyper-emotional, hyper-sentimental, hyper-sensitive nutcase. Many of you already know this. Thank you for pretending not to notice. 
• The personality differences between my two youngest sisters are hysterical. Case in point:  I took them to McDonald's today. As soon as we finish ordering, Gracie exclaims, "let's sit at a tall table!!!", runs to said tall table, and starts spinning around in the chair. Marissa - approaching the soda fountain in her typical laid-back gait - calmy says, "that's fine Gracie, but we're in a hurry, so the swivel-chair can't distract you from eating your dinner." They're absolutely perfect. :)

I think that does it. I will leave you with a song from The National for the STD... I've chosen this one because I have been feeling more confident in the past two weeks than I ever have in my life. Has anyone ever noticed that being rejected forces you to get a little conceited? That's what I was going to blog about, actually... I think you have to build yourself back up. It helps to have friends who are willing to toss compliments at you like crazy, too. :) You guys are the best.

I'm put together beautifully

Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth

I'm a perfect piece of ass, like every Californian

So tall I take over the street

 With high-beams shining up my back

Wingspan unbelievable

I'm a festival, I'm a parade

I'M SO SORRY BUT THE MOTORCADE WILL HAVE TO GO AROUND ME THIS TIME!