Because Lists Are Easier Than Paragraphs

Here is a list of blogs that I started writing about, but then deleted, or of topics that I intended on writing about, but either waited to long so the event became irrelivant, or I couldn't figure out a way to start it, or any other lame excuse that keeps me from writing on this more often.

* My Dad's surgery. It was tough to go through, so I don't need to relive it in writing.

* My boss, but I don't want to be that person. You know, the person that just bitches about their boss.

* My house being haunted. I started writing about this one today, totally convinced that my house was haunted, and then Greg totally debunked it. Damn scientific evidence and air displacement. I deleted it, because I didn't want to look retarded.

* How I think claiming to be selfish and a free spirit is a cop-out for having to try in life. I think it shows weakness. In a fight or flight situation, flight is the easy way out. You don't have to stay where you are, but when you decide to make a change, do it with grace. I thought I'd get too angry and preachy in this one.

* A blog about Edgar, but that would make me a crazy cat lady.

* Songs I like. I may come back to this one, but I just don't know how to lay it out onto paper-err-screen.

* The kick-ass pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting that Gina and I made. I'm so proud of that dessert, that I've pretty much already told everyone about it, so why write about it as well? I think I may still post the recipe, though. It's easy to follow and deeeeelicious!

* I want to do more for my community. That's about it. It wouldn't be much of a blog. It would probably go a little like this: I want to do more for my community. The end.

* The last good books I've read. Geek Love and Anthem. I've never been good about writing reviews for books or movies, so I've hesitated on writing these, but look them up, because they're worth reading.

* My latest art project. I'm really excited about it, but two things have kept me from writing about it. First, it's supposed to be a surprise for my art group, and I don't know if any of them read this. Second, I have procrastinated the hell out of it, and haven't worked on it in about three weeks. If I start to write about it, I think, "that's lame. Why am I writing about something I haven't finished, when I could be finishing it." Then I don't do either. I could be working on it right now....

That's about all on the topic front. Huh, a blog about blog topics. Where, oh where has my creativity gone to?

flibbity flop

Lately I've been feeling like the world and the people around me are a bit more insane than normal. There are so many things happening right now that don't actually affect me directly, but they're having an impact on my life in some branched out way. I'm stressed, I'm scared, I'm angry, but I'm happy too. I guess I'm stressed about my job, I'm scared about my dad's surgery next week, I'm angry about certain people's actions, and I'm happy at home. Maybe my sensitivity level may be heightened a bit (for what reason? I can't say.) or maybe I'm the one who's gone off their rocker, and the rest of the world is going on with business as usual.



No. It's not me. It's you.



What I'm trying to say is....I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say. Life feels off kilter. Too many stories in my own life and in the lives of those I care about are shooting straight for the dramatic climax at the same time. It's too intense. I feel like I'm waiting- waiting for results. For changes. For a catostrophic end- SOMETHING. The anticipation is rendering me crazy. I don't know which direction to go in my life right now I guess, because I'm waiting for the next chapter in the lives around me. I feel like one of those people may need me, and I don't want to start something new in my own life, and possibly miss the moment when that person will need to reach out to me for help. Does this even make any sense? I feel so distracted right now.





Totally off subject....not that those preceding paragraphs had a subject...



While I was driving on the freeway today, a car was totally riding my ass. I guess I wasn't driving fast enough for him during rush hour traffic- no one was driving fast enough for him, but I was the lucky one that was in his way. He got even closer to my bumper and flashed his brights. Well, I'm not one for road rage, so all I did was let my foot off the gas- you flashed your brights- does that mean you want me to go slower? Then as he quickly swerved into an open lane, he drove up to my car to show me he was mad- that's when I like to give a big smile and wave. He was a young guy- maybe 19 or so, and my cheerful nature did not please him. So he gunned it and proceeded to swerve in and out of traffic to show all of us amature drivers how it's done. I went about my driving duties, and about three minutes later when I was reaching my exit, my friend who was riding with me said, "isn't that the truck that was in a hurry?" Sure enough, we were approaching the young Mad Max. He was in the far left lane, stuck in traffic, and we were two lanes over. As my car reached his, I turned my head to see if he remembered me. He looked, and I gave a great big smile and waved as I slowly passed him. You're going seven miles per hour? Oh, look at that, I'm going ten. Good thing you flashed your brights at me, it really helped you out in the end. Ass.

I Thought You Were Better Than That

Dear California,

I was sorely disappointed to hear that you passed Proposition 8. Seeing how California is the hotspot for new and upcoming trends, I guess discrimination and stripping away Americans' rights are very "in". I hope that trend is very short-lived.

Not so fondly,
Krisha