February 22, 2008 - Friday
Current mood: bouncy
Today is Friday. It is the daymost 9-to-5ers dream about all week long. I got home at 10:30 pm tonight after a long day to chat with my roomies. We were pretty excited because we all have the night off and "What should we do?" Well, by the time I got home, one of my roomies was sleeping and the other was well on her way. We sat there talking about how sad we were. But really, who cares right?
I propose that we act like every day is the same. Some of those days we have more obligations than others. If that were the case, maybe we would be more happy about life. I don't want to feel obligated to go out and have a good time just because it's Friday! Maybe I want to chill and go to bed at 11. Maybe I want to stay up and party until 3am on a Tuesday. What? Of course, I would never do that because I have to work in the morning! I wonder what would happen if I started treating every day with the same respect. Either I would be hungover at work or waking up at 6am all weekend. Can't I find the happy meduim?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I feel a little light-headed
February 17, 2008 - Sunday
I read a news story about a man slashing a psyhiatrist to death with a knife and a cleaver in such a way that the walls and curtains were covered with blood.The way the story was written made me feel like 1) I was watching an episode of CSI, 2) I was dreaming, and 3) the media and entertainment have become far too violent for me.
OR alternatively...
Am I getting old? I've never really been a fan of blood and gore, but I think it might be getting worse as I've aged. I know for a fact that I loved "The Crow" and "Natural Born Killers" so much I would rewind them (that's something I haven't done in a while!) and play them again. I have to wonder if I would even want to watch those movies if they came out now. I guess I did like "Sin City."
What is going on with this crazy world? I have to wonder. But if I spent all my time worrying about that, when would I have time to play? I can't have that!
I read a news story about a man slashing a psyhiatrist to death with a knife and a cleaver in such a way that the walls and curtains were covered with blood.The way the story was written made me feel like 1) I was watching an episode of CSI, 2) I was dreaming, and 3) the media and entertainment have become far too violent for me.
OR alternatively...
Am I getting old? I've never really been a fan of blood and gore, but I think it might be getting worse as I've aged. I know for a fact that I loved "The Crow" and "Natural Born Killers" so much I would rewind them (that's something I haven't done in a while!) and play them again. I have to wonder if I would even want to watch those movies if they came out now. I guess I did like "Sin City."
What is going on with this crazy world? I have to wonder. But if I spent all my time worrying about that, when would I have time to play? I can't have that!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Maybe "The Wizard of Oz" isn’t such a bad movie
February 15, 2008 - Friday
I stopped at the Wilderness Pub up 38 to visit some family friends whom we missed on our quick visit to the G Rock. We picked up some Alaskan salmon, chatted for a minute about the weather (here--2 below zero, Alaska--48 above; sick I know), and we headed back to our car and they to their snowmobiles. Seriously, this is where I grew up. Driving back from there I realized there is part of me that misses that. A small part of me.
Can you really go home again? I can't say that I could if we're talking about my childhood stomping grounds. Some of my friends say there is no place like home, and I would agree most times. But this is when you have to ask what your definition of home is. I think having family there definitely makes it for me, but there are many whose family aren't really their parents or relatives. What about something a little less constrained? Home is where you can lay around in your lazy clothes and not care? I kinda like that definition, and I think it would include the good friends that I consider my family.
It's amazing the way family grows and how ideas of family shift. But what doesn't change is that you can always go home to where that family is. I can't thank God enough for that.
I stopped at the Wilderness Pub up 38 to visit some family friends whom we missed on our quick visit to the G Rock. We picked up some Alaskan salmon, chatted for a minute about the weather (here--2 below zero, Alaska--48 above; sick I know), and we headed back to our car and they to their snowmobiles. Seriously, this is where I grew up. Driving back from there I realized there is part of me that misses that. A small part of me.
Can you really go home again? I can't say that I could if we're talking about my childhood stomping grounds. Some of my friends say there is no place like home, and I would agree most times. But this is when you have to ask what your definition of home is. I think having family there definitely makes it for me, but there are many whose family aren't really their parents or relatives. What about something a little less constrained? Home is where you can lay around in your lazy clothes and not care? I kinda like that definition, and I think it would include the good friends that I consider my family.
It's amazing the way family grows and how ideas of family shift. But what doesn't change is that you can always go home to where that family is. I can't thank God enough for that.
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