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Some church services are cancelled (or is it canceled?) today because of the threat of black ice and more bad weather. Daylight Saving Time begins in another week, and I'll be glad for more daylight. It'll help melt the ice and make the ground warmer and bring spring back!
What's interesting about the word "threat" is that if you take the "h" out of it, it becomes "treat," and I was double-checking myself to make sure I didn't write "the treat of black ice" because black ice is no treat, especially when you spin out into a ditch!
I heard a lot about Doctor Sleep (the sequel to The Shining) by Stephen King, namely that it's boring. So far, I'm more than halfway through and it's not boring in the sense that the plot is boring. It's boring in the sense that the Stephen King cliches (so to speak) are making it somewhat predictable and hokey. Don't get me wrong--I love Stephen King, and you can tell that he has a ton of fun while writing. But these days, I think he's having more fun than his audience, which isn't necessarily good. But he's rich, so what?
The Internet has been going on and off for the past couple of hours. I'm not sure why, but it always does it when I try to work from home, just to get on my nerves. I can't recall any dreams I had last night, but I had none of the usual dreams. A few people always show up, a few objects, and always the same few places... but I think these dreams were either totally different or totally unmemorable. In the dentist, they were playing pop music that got stuck in my head. I gave up music for Lent.
Here I go again, writing about the weather because I have nothing else to talk about. It was beautiful today, but the warm weather isn't supposed to last. We're going to be shoved back into winter and possibly even a wintry mix, which could mean anything from a little snow, a little sleet, a little freezing rain, to utter apocalypse conditions and flaming cars all over the road with the Michelin Man looming overhead like in that picture of the Snowpocalypse of 2014. At least, I think that's what the picture was. Either way, I'll be glad when it's spring!
Usually, when I'm driving to and from work, my brain turns off and goes into autopilot and I can't come up with any story ideas, which is what I would like to do. Today was a good day in that I brainstormed a bunch of stuff that I have probably forgotten already. It was to the point where I wished I had a tape recorder to get it all down, but I would have had to talk out loud to myself in my car, which is awkward. Oh, well. How do they know I'm not talking into a Bluetooth thingy?
Didn't have a good day at work. Everyone makes mistakes, you know? The hardest thing to do is admit fault and apologize, and the second hardest thing is to not make the same mistake twice. I guess it would be easy, depending on what mistake it is, but it's so... frustrating when it's your own tragic flaw that caused you to make the mistake. I need to find a solution to my problem, and with every mistake, I get closer to finding the solution (or having more incentive to find the solution, anyway). Optimism can help greatly in these cases.
Someone needs to fix the school system. All this focus on standardized tests is wrecking kids and making everyone crazy. Back in the day, I think that all you had to do to get into college was have a good GPA in high school. Now, you have to complete a senior project (in some schools), you have to play a sport, you have to do some kind of extracurricular or volunteer activity... basically everything short of saving the world. I didn't feel confident enough to get into a brand name college at first, so I went to community college instead.
I have a hard time reconciling success in the business world with success as a Christian (as in, being a good Christian). The two seem almost at odds with each other and even more so if the business is labeled a "Christian" business. In the business world, you have to get ahead at high costs, while in the Christian world, you're always taught that the last will be first and the first will be last. Humility is not something that will get you far in the business world (depending on what business you're in). But humility is important for Christianity.
I hate when some people just can't be wrong. They always have to be right, even at the expense of hurting another person's feelings. I admit that I'm like that sometimes, and there's little I can do about it in the heat of the moment, but later I regret it.
Also (and unrelated), does being religious make one creepy? I guess it depends on how open you are with your religion and how willing you are to foist it upon others. But even keeping it to yourself can be creepy to a certain extent. It's sad society believes that.
Spring is in the air! I'm glad that I don't have to wear a bulky, heavy coat wherever I go and that I can take out my stash of cute T-shirts again. The only issue is that I have to go shopping for pants, and I hate pants. The only thing worse than shopping for pants is shoe shopping. My feet are all messed up. I can't wear heels. If I ever get married, I will wear sneakers to my wedding. No joke. Comfort is key. I won't require my guests to wear anything that makes them uncomfortable either.
My cousin's wedding was last Saturday. I didn't go because I don't know him that well, and it would have been awkward for me to just show up. I have never been to a wedding before, so I don't know anything about the etiquette or what you wear or what you bring or what you don't wear or don't bring.
Then I read something about how marriage is supposedly for the rich. I don't see how... not everyone has to have a big wedding. Having kids is something that's for the rich. It costs a lot to raise a kid.
I'm not a risk-taking person. I'm not even a go-out-of-the-house on the weekends person. I'm a homebody. I like to live a safe, sheltered life. Why is risk-taking so admirable? I guess great things in life were never accomplished without taking risks, but I'll leave those risks to someone else. It takes a special person with a lot of bravery to do it. As for me, I'll settle for working really hard in the hopes that I get somewhere and do something beneficial for someone else. Then that will be my contribution to society.
I get so darn lazy on Fridays. I want to take the day off work and lie around and read books and play on my Nintendo 3DS and just be an overgrown kid. But I spread my laziness out over the course of the week, so when I come home from work, I am exhausted and can only muster enough energy to eat and get into my pajamas and watch a half-hour long episode of Judge Judy before getting so tired that I go to bed at 9 p.m. I could never do the whole "night life" thing.
There is no such thing as multitasking, and what kills me is that multitasking is a requirement in a lot of jobs. Not only do you have to know how to multitask, you have to be good at it. What they're really talking about is switching rapidly from one task to another, not doing two (or more) things at once because that's impossible. If I "multitask," I can't truly get anything done. Every job I multitask on is half-assed, even when I wanted to put my whole ass into it. People, wake up! Multitasking isn't real and isn't possible!
Shoes. I don't understand how some people have an obsession with shoes, probably because my feet are messed up and I can't wear many styles of shoes. High heels are out of the question, as are anything that shows the toes. Boots and sneakers usually work best for me, and some types of flats are OK. Flip-flops are good around the house or when I'm walking the dog... basically when I'm not out in public. No matter what people say about Crocs, I will still wear them (but not in public). Ugg boots are heinous because they're so ubiquitous.
Spring is in the air! It's in the upper 70s today and so gorgeous I feel bad that I don't have a laptop and can't sit outside with the computer. I am chained to my desk, so what I'll do is print out my current WiP and edit it outside. However, I have a strong tendency to talk out loud to myself as I work because it helps my thoughts form more clearly. This isn't as effective outside because someone could overhear and think I'm nuts, but aren't all writers a little bit nuts? Last time I checked, they were.
I just wrote three words, then deleted them. Today is a day for Jeeps with the doors off, motorcycles, and convertibles with the top down. Some kind of vehicle in which you can feel the breeze. By the way, those three words I deleted had nothing to do with vehicles. But I often think of all the words I delete when I write, and all the draft emails I have never sent and all the balls of paper I have crumpled up and thrown away. What if I suddenly got all that back? I wonder what I would figure out.
My computer's resolution got messed up somehow when my brother borrowed my computer to print something. I tried to fix it, but I can't, so I'm going to let my brother do that. Everything looks all stretched out and blurry. When I look at pictures of people, they all look fat. I was looking at some pictures of my cousin's wedding, and it made me realize that I would want a very small wedding. As little preparation as possible. Few guests. Not even fancy high heels, because those hurt my feet. Flats and a dress I can dance in.
My best friend is going to Florida. I don't know if he's going there just for a visit or forever. We have a weird kind of friendship, but he's basically the only friend I have, so I don't really want him to move there forever. But if there's more opportunity for him in Florida, then so be it, I guess. I wonder if that's God telling me to make more friends or different friends or other friends... it's so weird. I have no incentive to make friends as it is. I know it's cold and callous, but honestly... I don't.
I didn't write my words yesterday because I stayed out late at night (for me, "late" is 9:30 or 10), and when I got home I collapsed onto my bed without doing much more than taking off my clothes and getting into some pajamas. I didn't brush my teeth or take my makeup off or do any other nighttime rituals that I normally do. Gross, I know, but when I don't get enough sleep, it's really not a pretty sight, and I am not pleasant to be around. I don't see how some people can stay up till 2.
Yesterday was the first time (I think it was the first) that I went to a sit-down restaurant alone. The host and the waitress both asked me if someone else would be coming to join me, and I told them no, and they both gave me this look of pity, but I'm not sure if it really was pity or if I was only imagining it. It's not too bad being alone, but I don't think I could do it for the rest of my time on earth. At one point, I thought I could, but I'm not sure.
I have the responsorial psalm from church stuck in my head. "Create a clean heart, a clean heart in me, O God." I guess that's saying something to me. I also dreamed that I was singing a bunch of Rihanna songs and dancing. My subconscious mind is something of a party girl/sorority chick (i.e., the exact opposite of me in real life), so it figures that she was into that. It is fun to think of my subconscious mind as an alter ego who gets into a bunch of crazy adventures that exist only in my head.
My necklace exploded today. Not literally, but I was just sitting at my desk and all of a sudden, I feel the beads begin to slide down my neck and make little clicking sounds as they came to rest in the chair. Some of them rolled onto the floor, and I was a little embarrassed at having been de-necklaced like that. I tried to pick them up as silently as I could because they were clattering together in my hand. I didn't want my officemate to think that I was worrying at my necklace like a little awkward kid.
I have a headache and I'm trying to write a blog post, which isn't really working out because I can't get my thoughts to form. Busy days at work always give me a headache because I tend to lean forward and stare at the screen without blinking, which causes my eyes to dry out like little slugs on a sunny sidewalk. Then I go out into the sunlight and my head starts pounding. Totally unhealthy, I know, and looking at the computer as I type this isn't helping. But I must get this blog written! I never miss a day!
For some reason, whenever I post book reviews on my blog, nobody comments. I guess I read stuff that nobody else likes or wants to read, or maybe nobody cares enough to read that kind of thing. I personally enjoy reading book reviews, but only if it's in my preferred genre or something I've already read before. Also, maybe I complain too much in my book reviews. I tend to talk more about what I disliked about the book, and I find that kind of thing interesting to read, but I guess other people really don't care. Oh, well.
It bothers me when websites don't allow you to delete your profile or your content. With sites like Fanfiction and FictionPress, you're pretty much stuck with your profile for life, but you can remove all your content and include nothing on your profile, so it'll look deactivated for all intents and purposes. All the more reason to be careful what you post online, I suppose. You never know who might be looking. Then again, perhaps you might want someone to look and say something. That old craving for attention never dies. You thought it died in high school? Think again.
I just spent about 10 minutes on Wikipedia looking up information about cars. Something in my car is broken, and I thought it was fixed, but I guess it's not because it's still making a weird noise. I wonder if I ought to get a new car, but my car is only 9 years old. However, it has about a million miles on it because I drive it to work all the time. I need to start working from home more so that I can give my car the break that it very much deserves. Poor little car's so tired.
I'm reading a book that takes place in Seattle, where I have never been in my life. I listen to a lot of grunge music, which also happens to be my favorite genre, and a lot of the bands are from Seattle or somewhere on the West Coast. Even so, I don't know what it's like there except that it rains a lot and people are supposedly more liberal in their politics and in their thinking. That's just the cliche, though. There's a lot you could say about the East Coast and the state where I live. Not all positive.
The entry on the front page says something about a year being longer for a 4-year-old than for a 60-year old. I agree with that, and it's funny to feel the years speeding up as you get older. Even the hours and minutes go by at a more hectic pace.
They're saying that soda is bad for you. Well, duh. I have never been a big fan of soda because I dislike the feel of carbonation and how soda makes me bloated. But I know so many people who would not be able to live without it.
Judge Judy is a really addicting show, and the best part is the plaintiff and the defendant's remarks at the very end of the show. Today, the guy said something like "bad things happen to good people," and he didn't seem that good to me. But who knows, and how much can you really judge someone based on a single court appearance, when people act nervous, both because they're in court and on TV? I don't know, and Judge Judy could be as staged as any reality show out there, but it's still pretty hilarious to hear those closing comments.
I almost forgot to do my 100 Words. I got so distracted thinking about my idea for Camp NaNoWriMo that I totally forgot. I guess that means I have a good idea if I forgot my routine in favor of it. I get to see my friend on Saturday. Going out of my house and socializing is rare for me, so I hope I have some fun and maybe get a chance to walk around outside with the weather all nice and spring-like.
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