A Little Rambling

A broken relationship is like a wound. A deep cut hurts, the ragged edges of the flesh raw and the exposed nerves burning at any touch, no matter how compassionate.  As long as it is left untreated, it cannot heal.  Ignoring the pain doesn't make it go away, it just allows it to fester and get worse.  The longer you wait to heal it, the bigger the scar will become. You could stitch it back together.  With time and care, it will heal.  There may be a scar, but the new skin will grow over it, and it will fade with time.  If you've waited too long, there may be some stiffness at first, but even if it never quite goes away, it's still whole. Your other option, to keep it from becoming necrotic and killing off the rest of you, is to amputate and cauterize.  This is a very drastic choice, and won't always fix everything.  You'll have to get used to functioning without it, because you can't put it back together again.  Even if the worst is gon...

I've had a lot of time to myself already this summer.  My sister is up in Seattle for the summer, Dad works, Mom's been working out of town, most friends are in summer school or out of state, and I don't work till 3 or 4 pm each day.  This means my mornings are full of...not much.  It has more than made up for the hectic craze of the last semester, and I'm ready for my life to be filled with a little more busyness again.  This week I was actually pretty good about not sleeping in super late and being a totally lazy bum.  I've been keeping up with my cooking challenge to myself, though I haven't posted it.  Last week's counted double, because I made pizza dough and pizza sauce from scratch recipes.  It was pretty delicious, and I've still got a lump of dough in the freezer, and a small vat of sauce to be used.  (I was expecting about 8-10 people and ended up with 4, so there were leftovers!) Some days, though, I just laze around the house, wo...

I smell a faint chemical smell in my room, and though it seems familiar I cannot place it. It's now mixed with Febreeze, which has failed to mask it and instead has created a rather nauseating blend of stenches and given me a fierce headache. If I die of some kind of inhalation in my sleep, I love you all.

I am normally what one would call a grammar nazi, were the term even remotely politically correct. I don't slaughter people over incorrect grammar or spelling, but I have many a friend who will testify that I have jumped down their throat over their minor tweaking of the English language. I value correct pronunciation, punctuation, and spelling. This may be a good portion of why I so dearly love Rebekah in all her linguistics major glory. This is also why I just LOVE to edit people's papers - if you are ever in need of a peer review, please come to me! However, as I'm sure you've noticed, I tend to stretch those rules to their limits - and often break them. I definitely overuse the hyphen, and the comma...and the ellipse. It galls me at times. But! (Oh yeah, and the whole starting sentences with 'but' and 'and,' and having sentences that don't end, aren't enough words, or run on and on, or lack an actual verb...or subject...). Sigh. ...

That's what summer brings with it. The glorious freedom to be a lazy bum. And I have definitely been indulging in some laziness. Sleeping in to wake up without an alarm clock. Naps in the middle of the day and evening. Picnics in my backyard. Game nights with friends. Hours on end of reading in silence. Too much facebook. Movies. Skype. More naps. Ice cream. Yogurtini. Which reminds me! I went and saw Thor again last night with J.D. and Chantel, and it was better the second time for sure. I'm pretty sure I even caught a couple Wagnerian undercurrents à la " Ride of the Valkyries " in the first battle scene between the Asgardians and the Jötunns . Music major nerdy moment! But anyways. After the movie, we went on a search for frozen yogurt. That word is really hard to spell in English for me, because my brain likes the German " Joghurt" better. So Chantel and I decided we could open our own frozen yogurt place called " Jötunheimr Joghurt."...

I think I'm neurotic. Only mildly, mind you. But every now and then I catch myself thinking particularly OCD thoughts and I have to take a step back and examine myself. For example: tomorrow I'm going to see a play, Judy: the Musical . I'm driving three of my friends there, and as I was going about my day (by which I mean sitting around at work staring at the wall), I realized that means these friends will be in my car. My thought process went a little like this. Hey, there are gonna be people in my car tomorrow! It's a mess! I need to clean out the seats...heck, I should clean the car. Is there a car wash I can get to before my next lesson? No. Well, I could still vacuum it when I get home. Or I can sit here and hand pick up every speck of everything that doesn't belong. I need to take out the trash. I really should dust it. No, overkill. No one cares, right? But they're gonna be in my car! This is an impression of me! I should clean ...

For some reason, I have this theory - if a thing is too popular, it can't really be good. I make my judgment and then avoid whatever it is I have deemed 'too trendy.' And, as often as not, I end up looking into it anyways and changing my mind a year or five later. Some notable examples: 1. Harry Potter - mom made us listen to her read it, and fell I fell in love with it. Opinion changed. 2. Facebook - opinion obviously changed. Not that that means it is good. 3. LOST - after 2 seasons, Ashley got me to watch one episode, and I was hooked. But not hooked enough to make it past season 4 on Hulu. 4. Christian school - everyone at church was going to PC, and I went to Apollo. Lasted one year, then I was begging to be at Northwest. Fast forward to college, a huge chunk of my friends are doing Southwestern, Grand Canyon, Point Loma, Cal Baptist, etc etc etc. I choose ASU...and where did I end up? 5. Twilight - okay, just kidding. Never did jump on that bandwagon...