Daily Themes

So I’m in a posting mood today. Technically I’m starting this entry at 11:55 on Tuesday, but I might not get it posted until after 12:00 AM Wednesday. We’ll see.

Lately it seems that life has been giving me themed days. A few days ago I was thinking a bit about death and everything that goes along with it. I think I’d had a dream about dying and had woken up a little shaken by it. Then I noticed that Fringes had a post about death. And THEN I saw the first of many front page articles about the Pitonyak case that concluded today. If you haven’t kept up with it, just know that there was some gruesome death associated with that case, and reading the details shook me to the core. I just couldn’t get rid of this fear that maybe that was going to happen to me, and I should really be careful about who I encounter in my life. (That’s just a silly fear, but still, I’m happy with my little group of sane friends)

Today’s theme seemed to be sleep; or lack thereof. I had a weird night last night, going to bed rather early. I woke up in the middle of the night, used the bathroom, came back to my bed to discover that I’d fallen asleep with my laptop by my side, plugged it in to charge, and then promptly fell right back asleep. I woke to my alarm thinking “What the hell? Didn’t I just go to sleep?”

To continue this theme, my friend Becks wrote a post about her rather eventful night of dreams that seemed to interrupt her sleep cycle. Then the boyfriend told me that he barely slept last night due to a bit of nervousness about something that was to happen today.

Finally, I saw a Lunestra (no link, sorry–I’m tired and want to finish this) ad which, I thought, illustrated insomnia rather well. An ex of mine had (still has, I guess) insomnia something awful, so I can definitely say that of the many things I’m thankful for, not having insomnia is definitely one of them. I LOVE to sleep, and I simply can’t imagine not having that one true escape from a stressful life.

The whole point of this post is to wonder if life has themes like this and I’m just tuned in to them for some reason, or if I’m just making all of these links up because I over analyze. Do you ever have days like this? When it almost seems silly to NOT take note of consistencies?

I’ve also gotta say that I love what Rolling Rock is doing with their ad campaign. They’re airing apologies for ads that are apparently so contraversial that they can’t air them on TV. Of course I fall for it and go to their website, but come on! A party gorilla AND men in a office wearing thongs? (you don’t see the thongs, for the jackets cover everything) I’ll fall for those two things any time.


Oh man

Second post today, so scroll down a bit if this is your first visit for Jan. 30.

Someone needs to remind me that I have no business getting a Pomeranian puppy in the Texas heat with my schedule. Because the video below makes me want to retire and watch Pomeranian puppies all day long.


When I was younger I used to be in awe of people doing things by themselves. How could they stand to do that, with no one with them? Why go grocery shopping by yourself? Why eat by yourself? And the ultimate, why go to a movie by yourself?

I think this may have been a result of always going places with my parents while growing up. We lived in the country, and in order to do anything other than see family (who all lived down our dirt road) we had to either travel to our hometown, which was 10 minutes away, or the nearest town with grocery stores and such, which was 20 minutes away. And obviously, it took a while before I could drive myself anywhere. So I was always with my mom when we’d go to the post office, to the bank, to the grocery store, etc. And I couldn’t imagine doing any of that on my own. Because that just wasn’t the way of the world.

When I began junior college in the above-mentioned nearby town, I had to start facing the world alone. I still lived at home, but my days were mine now, almost completely, and I began to go to classes, get lunch, go to rehearsals all on my own (not all the time, but you get the idea). And then I started to realize that people do things by themselves because IT’S AWESOME. It’s refreshing to drive by yourself, to eat with a book or magazine, to even go to a movie all alone (I didn’t do that until my last year of college, and that was mainly a way to prove to myself that I didn’t need a damn boyfriend to go to the damn movies).

I guess I still prefer going certain places with others, especially grocery shopping. I still haven’t quite gotten over that one. But every once in a while, I remember how I thought being alone was such a big deal; and even though I still think that today, I’ve just reversed the sentiment. I like it now, instead of fearing it. It’s relaxing and a bit empowering.

By the way, if you haven’t seen a movie by yourself yet, I highly recommend it. At least there’s no fighting over what movie you’ll see.

Food diary

I just came across a post at Killer Rants! about things that are useless. Food diaries were mentioned, and this intrigued me. You mean someone (several someones, apparently) thought it was a good idea to publish a list of what they’re eating? On the internet? Who cares?

But then I decided that I’d tell you all what I just ate. Yogurt. Yoplait to be exact. Light Harvest Peach. It’s not that I particularly love yogurt. Or that I’m trying to be healthy. Well, maybe. I just wanted something other than waffles and pop tarts for breakfast at work. So I decided to eat yogurt again. Last time I did this, my stomach hated it after two weeks. We’ll see what happens this time.

What did you just eat? Or what are you dreaming of eating?

If anyone’s on a diet and starts bragging about their rice cakes, you should know that I might just have to loathe you. Unless you honestly love those rice cakes. Then we can maybe be friends. If you share. (I’ve never tried them, are they good?)

Yellow Turtle Jr.

My blog now has a junior. For my first assignment in my Information Sciences class, I’ve had to make my own i312 assignment page. This will be the page that my instructor will use to grade all of my assignments, as I will be linking them to it. If you’d like to see the progress of the page, I’ll be linking it here and hopefully finding an awesome picture to use as a logo. That way the wonder that is my junior page will always be just a click away.

Yellow Turtle Junior.

It looks extremely simple right now, but I’m actually enjoying this a lot. I’m learning about Unix and Linux, using xhtml and typing “pico” a lot, and just generally feeling awesome that in a few months I’m going to have a page that I’ve truly created from nothing.

In other news, I’m in love with Tina Fey and Steve Carell tonight. If you don’t watch NBC on Thursday nights, you’re really missing something good.

Football for Ladies

My friend Rebecca just posted about this, but I shall too.

You may have noticed the nice big Austin Outlaws logo to the right of this post. I highly suggest you visit the site, because it’s only the most awesome thing in this world. Mainly because my friend Marci is a member of this female football team. She tried out, she wowed and impressed, and she got in. Words can’t describe how proud I am, but they will have to eventually. Because I will be holding a sign up for her at every single home game.

Please visit the website and consider a game. If you want season tickets, you can buy them from my friend directly (I recommend this), or you can buy them through the website (I’m pretty sure you can get single game tickets through her too–ask me about it if you’re interested). There are only 4 home games, and season tickets only cost $35. That’s more than a single seat at an NFL game, and these girls are playing for the love of the sport rather than the money. Which always makes it better.

This post may seem rushed, because it is. I apologize for this. I am trying to publish before 5.

Go Marci!

Oh No!!

I mistakenly called Pig Pen Linus!! How can I ever call myself a Peanuts fan again?

Well, I’ve always liked them. But as is obvious, I was never a fanatic.

I shake my head in shame.